The night is deep and it's past nine o'clock.

In the suburb of Dabu, Gangzong City, at the gate of Yao Zaishan's villa, a huge rectangular table about five meters long was placed.

The table was filled with a variety of dinner plates, and each plate was covered with a lid, meticulously.

On both sides of the table, seven or eight servants wearing white linen clothes and black trousers stood respectfully.

Facing the main seat, Yao Zaishan was sitting boldly, his brows furrowed, as if he was uneasy or anxious.

Behind Yao Zaishan, there were more than twenty blond and blue-eyed ghost guys standing neatly. They were all powerful and had bulges on their waists. They were obviously not kind people.

"We made an appointment at eight o'clock, why haven't we arrived yet? Song Zihao, what on earth are you doing?"

Yao Zaishan raised his watch to look at it from time to time, thinking about it all the time.

This time was already beyond the time Song Zihao asked him to meet, but the other party didn't come to keep the appointment at all.

This feeling of being completely out of control makes "Yao Zaishan" more uneasy than a fight.

Tonight, he was fully prepared. The ghost guys standing behind him were all killers he had hired from all over the world with huge sums of money.

Although the time is tight and it is only a temporary convening, it still has some strength to be internationally famous.

In the seemingly defenseless villa, in the corner covered by trees, the top ten killers of the Dingqiao Group, also hired by Yao Zaishan, all set up their spears and aimed at the dining table. With just one order, bullets rained down from all directions.

Come on, you can definitely kill anyone.

Inside his home villa, Yao Zaishan "used waste" and put those subordinates of Mr. Le who he thought were the most useless, as well as Liansheng's younger brother.

They didn't have much of a mission. The instructions given to them by Yao Zaishan were just to guard the inside of the villa to avoid being attacked from behind.

In Yao Zaishan's mind, this instruction was just given casually, and he didn't expect his younger brother Liansheng to help him.

It's just wasteful use. If someone really sneaks into the villa from behind and wants to "surprise" themselves, they can just yell and remind them.

This triple layout is old-fashioned but practical.

The three groups are closely linked and can monitor each other, which makes Yao Zaishan feel very safe.

It's a pity that Yao Zaishan never expected that two of the three waves of external personnel he hired would not really work for him.

The third batch is also purely for money!

At this time, an open crime was going on inside the villa.

The men in their thirties, who were supposed to be on duty as guards, and Liansheng's younger brother, who were patrolling inside the villa, were rummaging through boxes and cabinets, searching and investigating.

When it comes to "real swords and real guns", perhaps these guys from He Liansheng are timid and cowardly, and not as good as they should be.

But when it comes to sneaking around, they are all good at it.

They have a clear division of labor, with two long-haired young men taking command, and three young men standing tall and straight at the windows and gates, with serious appearances, appearing to be guards, but in reality they are looking out.

Others, like mice, "come and go" in the hall.

"A Guang, A Cheng has already inspected the antique vase and there is nothing wrong with it."

"Little Y boy, be careful when doing your work. Take that painting away and see if there is any hidden cabinet behind it. Don't just leave after looking at it. Brother Le ordered you to search every inch of it."

"Red-headed ghost, what are you doing? Put the things back. We are looking for things, not stealing. After a while, the old guy will come back and realize that something is wrong, and no one can leave."

"Third brother, what kind of electrical panel did Brother Le ask us to find? We don't know it either."

"That's right, what exactly is an electric panel? What's so great about it? Are these antiques worth anything? Don't tell me, this old guy is really rich. Look at this teapot, it's made of pure gold."

Many young people present had entered such a luxurious villa for the first time in their lives. Looking at Yao Zaishan's many furniture, they all felt fresh and wished they could take them all home. This was so satisfying.

Fortunately, the two long-haired young men were close confidants of Mr. Le. They were strictly ordered by Mr. Le to find an electrical panel no matter what tonight, and they were not allowed to touch anything else.

Although Le Shao did not say the reason for doing this, the two long-haired young men could see that Le Shao was very serious at that time, his tone was cold and stern, and there was a solemnity that they had never seen before.

If this matter goes wrong, the two of them were thinking about what would happen as they worked harder to perform their duties and commanded:

"Don't talk nonsense. If you don't want to be punished by the family, just look for it."

"Brother Le didn't tell us what the electric board is, but it must be hidden in a secret place."

"As long as you find that secret place, it will be fine. "You guys, after searching the hall, go to the bedroom, especially the place where that guy lives. Don't let go at all."

"clear!"

"Third brother, don't worry, I understand."

"As long as the thing is really here, we will definitely find it."

"Stop blowing water and place the vase carefully so as not to break it."

"You all listen, after everything is checked, it must be put back into its place. If something goes wrong because of someone, if Brother Le has his say, he must do it."

"On the contrary, as long as you find something, Brother Le will not treat you badly. Everyone will get a prize."

They were verbally threatened and stared at on the spot. The Liansheng boys did not dare to mess around. They all "worked hard" and rummaged carefully.

Just outside the lobby of the villa, on the treetops of the courtyard wall, ten men wearing black raincoats, head and feet, all hidden in the darkness, had actually always seen the situation in the lobby clearly.

The ten people were both men and women, and they were all very young, with the oldest no more than twenty-eight years old.

They are the top ten killers who have been trained by Ding Qiao with huge sums of money in recent years.

Not only are they loyal to Ding Qiao, they are also extremely capable. This is Ding Qiao's greatest achievement apart from his accident.

At this time, all the top ten killers were talking casually:

"The underworld is just unreliable. They do things so recklessly. If we weren't here and it were those ghost guys, they would have been caught long ago."

"Reliability has nothing to do with us. Miss Ding said, it's just a big show. You can get money for doing nothing. This kind of business is very good!"

"Fourth, please keep your voice down. Just know this in your heart and don't say it out loud. If others hear it, it will be very detrimental to the reputation of our group."

"What are you afraid of? Who can spread the word? That old guy? Huh, he is dead anyway. I heard from Miss Ding that the old guy offended Mr. Lei and has been targeted. He will be killed tonight!

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"That's what I say, but we'd better be careful. He's not dead yet, so he is our client after all. After receiving enough money, he should act in full."

"Okay, stop talking and put up the guns. Don't let people see us being so lazy. If the news spreads, it will be too shameless."

There was a lot of work going on inside the villa. At the door of the villa, Yao Zaishan looked anxious and was already in a very unhappy state.

He looked at his watch frequently. The hands at this moment had already reached half past nine, which was a full hour and a half late from the appointed time.

The older you get, the more ideas you have!

Song Zihao never showed up. Not only did Yao Zaishan not feel lucky, but the uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"What the hell is he doing? Is he plotting against himself? But if others don't even show up, how can he plot against himself?"

"I sent someone to the Taipei Police Station to investigate. The reason why Song Zihao was able to come out was not because he escaped, but because the police admitted that this case was just a misunderstanding and was false. Song Zihao was wrongly accused."

"To turn a real thing into nothing, or who in the police station has so much energy?"

"Obviously, Song Zihao definitely didn't. In Taipei, someone helped him, and who was that person? Why did they help him? What is their relationship?"

All kinds of doubts filled Yao Zaishan's head, making it impossible for him to calm down.

Woo woo woo

At this moment, the roar of the motorcycle's accelerator came from far to near, and a headlight beam was very dazzling in the dark night.

All the ghost guys behind Yao Zaishan were alert, with one hand on their waist, in a ready position to draw their guns at any time.

Yao Zaishan himself quickly raised his head and tried his best to look at the beam of light.

Yes, it was indeed a motorcycle. There were two people sitting on the car, both men. One was in a casual style and the other was in a windbreaker.

Neither of them were wearing helmets, and Yao Zaishan recognized at a glance that it was Song Zihao who had an appointment with him tonight, and his hardcore pony.

"Finally here!"

For some reason, Yao Zaishan felt much more relaxed when he saw the two people appearing. He stood up from his seat with a smile on his face and put on a welcoming posture.

The motorcycle racer was very fast and had no intention of stopping nearby. It continued its speed and headed straight for Nuo Da's table.

"Hmm~?"

"Mr. Yao, be careful!"

Huh~~~

Seeing this situation, a group of ghost guys who are worthy of being international killers reacted very quickly. While drawing their guns and pointing at the motorcycle, they took a few steps forward and protected Yao Zaishan with their bodies.

squeak!

Visible to the naked eye, when the extremely fast racing motorcycle brakes suddenly, sparks can be seen faintly on the ground, and the harsh wear of the brake pads is even more painful for the eardrums.

With a beautiful flick, the driver put one foot on the ground and the motorcycle stopped on the tail seat of the long table.

The motorcyclist is none other than Brother Ma.

Ponyboy is still wearing the handsome black trench coat tonight, with a toothpick in his mouth, looking rather handsome and cynical.

Facing a group of ghosts with at least twenty guns pointed at them, Brother Ma showed no fear, smiled broadly, and said:

"Why is there such a big occasion? Didn't someone say that they should greet Brother Hao well? Isn't this how they greeted him?"
To be continued...