"Dou...dou..."

The phone rang twice and it was connected. It was obvious that the owner of the other party's phone was not asleep. Brother Hu held the phone and said nervously: "Sir, I have got the stuff. They are some drawings and a USB flash drive, which contains all the processes and recipes produced by the factory."

The person on the phone immediately became excited when he heard this, "Very good, you go to Fuyuan Hotel in Maqiao Town immediately and come to Room 706, and I'll wait for you there."

Brother Hu seemed very alert, "Where are you ready for the money I want? Remember, I only need cash."

The other party said contemptuously, "Don't worry, 300,000 yuan of cash is here for me. You will be beneficial if you pay the money with one hand and the other hand deliver the goods.

If you are afraid, you can bring two more people up, knowing that this is your territory.”

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

Brother Hu turned his head and said to Shutong. "Boss, I have called as you told me. Can you let me go now?"

"Ph!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped heavily on his face, and the speed visible to your naked eyes on his left face gradually became swollen.

"Let's go... did I let you go?" Su Tong said expressionlessly, "You'd better lie down obediently."

After saying that, Brother Hu followed Huang Zhongfu's footsteps.

Su Tong was still on the ground, and after observing the direction, he soared into the air and flew towards Maqiao Town.

The cultivation of a cultivator can fly after the foundation-building stage. This kind of flying is different from a master.

The flight of the Grandmaster and the Warrior can only make a short stop and glide in the air, and it consumes extremely true energy, while the flight of the Cultivator is a real flight.

Take the foundation building stage for example. They can fly for a long time in the air of four or five hundred meters. Su Tong estimated that with his current cultivation level, he would have no problem flying one or two hundred kilometers per hour at a speed of more than two hundred kilometers per hour. If he flew to the destination, he would probably have to consume all his spiritual power. No one would fly like that, but if he only flew for dozens of kilometers, he would have no burden at all.

Maqiao Town is about 20 kilometers away from Xiaoma Village. With just one cigarette, he came to the Fuyuan Hotel mentioned on the phone.

Since this is a crowded place, all kinds of cameras are definitely indispensable. However, Su Tong landed directly on the hotel rooftop from the sky. I believe that no idle guy would shoot the camera in front of the sky.

Since the hotel has only seven floors in total, Su Tong easily turned into the room through the window. When the two men in the room saw Su Tong, they were shocked. One man was about to call someone and was punched by Su Tong in the stomach. He bent down and his waist was so painful that he couldn't speak. Another man immediately rushed towards the door when he saw that the situation was not good.

Su Tong turned around and kicked him in the back without even looking. This kick kicked him in the air with a hundred pounds and hit him heavily on the security door. He couldn't breathe, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Su Tong grabbed the hair of the person who was punched and made him tilt his head, "After saying that, who are you? Who did you steal the recipe of Xiaoma Village Paint Factory?"

The man who was pulled by Su Tong with his hair was an Asian man in his thirties. On the surface, he was not very different from the Chinese, but what should I say? The first thing Su Tong saw was that this guy must be the Korean.

Just as Brother Hu said, you can smell the other person's smell of kimchi across three miles.

The man's face immediately changed when he heard this: "Who are you? I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Yeah?"

Su Tong smiled coldly, and he didn't talk nonsense. He grabbed the index finger of his left hand and gently broke it. He heard a "click" sound. The originally straight index finger bent back by 180 degrees. A shrill scream just sounded and his mouth was blocked by a ball of rag.

As the saying goes, ten fingers connect the heart, whoever breaks will understand.

This person is not a heroic and unyielding person. The huge pain almost made him faint on the spot. The pain of his face twisting to the hideous pain made him immediately give up struggling.

"I said...I said...my name is Park Jung-yong, who is the representative of Samsung Comprehensive Chemical Company's China office. Yesterday, I received an order from the headquarters to get the paint formula of your factory at all costs. Later... we bribed a local gangster..."

He told everything about everything. After hearing this, Su Tong was silent for a while and pointed to the person who fainted at the door: "Who is he?"

"He is the translator I brought from China, and we are just on orders. Please let us go."

"Since that's the case, you can die." After Su Tong said that, he grabbed Park Jung-yong's neck and twisted it slightly. With a click, Park Jung-yong's head turned in a direction.

After killing Park Jung-yong, Su Tong walked to the unconscious translator at the door, killed him in the same way, searched the room again, and found that the two of them were carrying a lot of cash in their carry-on luggage.

Su Tong counted and found that there were about one million Chinese coins and more than 600,000 US dollars, as well as their respective ID cards, passports, mobile phones, laptops, SLR cameras and other supplies.

Su Tong put all the money into the storage space of the round beads on his wrist, then put the bodies of the two people and their personal belongings into the storage bag, and found a mop to clean the inside and outside the house.

With his current ability, it took less than twenty minutes last night, and then he flipped out of the window.

When he returned to the wasteland outside the paint factory in Xiaoma Village, Brother Hu and Huang Zhongfu were still lying quietly on the ground. It was December at this time. Although western Guangdong belonged to the south, they just lay in the wilderness in the middle of the night, and their faces were a little pale due to the cold.

After Su Tong woke them up, looking at their terrified eyes, he said lightly: "Now I will give you two ways. Either I will hand you over to the police, or you will disappear immediately and leave Xiguan. If I let me see you again, I will not have such good luck next time."

Brother Hu and Huang Zhongfu looked at each other and said at the same time: "Let's choose the second one."

"Very good, I hope you remember your words and don't let me see you."

Su Tong pulled it casually and untied the ropes on the two of them. The two moved their numb hands and feet and were about to leave, but they heard Su Tong say, "Why... want to leave like this, don't you leave something?" After saying that, he threw a dagger on the ground.

"Leave something?" Huang Zhongfu was stunned at first, not understanding what the other party was saying.

But Brother Hu understood in the past many years. He pale and grabbed the dagger on the ground. He hesitated for a moment. With a wave of his finger, he could only hear a muffled groan. The little finger of his left hand left his palm and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!