The Hongri Hunting Order was passed down from Murong Tianqi’s father. As the name suggests, it is an order for the entire Hongri Sect to execute the killing order!
The targets who are hunted are usually gang traitors, but I didn’t expect that today they would target an outsider. This person happened to be Tang Yuyao...
"yes……"
A Guang nodded and sighed. He glanced at Murong Tianqi worriedly, turned around and walked out the door.
…
Naturally, Tang Yuyao didn't know that he had become the target of the entire Hongri Sect. He only knew that he suddenly became the boss of the underworld in Fucheng and became the boss of the Sanjiang area.
In fact, Tang Yuyao doesn't care about these at all. As long as he is happy, that is enough. Qianhaoxuan can do whatever he likes, even if the Fuyang Gang develops to the whole country, it doesn't matter.
After having breakfast and talking to the girls, Tang Yuyao went downstairs alone.
With a lot of free time recently, Tang Yuyao planned to find out the culprit who damaged his tires.
It's easy to hide from an open gun, but hard to guard against a hidden arrow.
Tang Yuyao understood this truth very well, so he quickly went downstairs and walked to his parking space.
"Brother Ling, wake up!"
Tang Yuyao walked behind a big tree and scratched Ling Feng's armpits with his hand: "I asked you not to sleep in the car, so you don't have to be so miserable, right? Sleep behind a big tree for a night, and if you say it, others will
Do you think I’m abusing my brother?—Hey! Wake up!”
Looking at Ling Feng who was drooling, Tang Yuyao was still very moved. Although Ling Feng was nearly ten years older than him, the friendship between brothers and friends was real and unquestionable. From these days
This can be seen from Ling Feng's dedication to his duties.
If Ling Feng was just trying to deal with his boss, he wouldn't have to work so hard. Tang Yuyao knew very well that Ling Feng had barely left his car for the past few days and ate bread. Except for going to the toilet to defecate -
—Uh...it's natural to urinate anywhere without anyone paying attention.
"Boss, are you here?" Ling Feng opened his hazy pajamas. He kept observing until 4 or 5 o'clock last night. It was estimated that no one would come, so he went to sleep without worry...
"Yeah." Tang Yuyao nodded with a smile and squatted down: "Brother Ling, actually you don't have to work so hard, just come and visit once in a while! It's shameful to sleep under a big tree!"
"No way!"
Ling Feng sat up as he spoke and said resolutely: "I'm protecting your safety, boss! If you let that little thief take advantage of it, wouldn't it be dangerous for you to drive? - Besides, it's summer now.
! On such a hot day, many people are queuing up to sleep under the tree!"
"..."
Besides being moved, what else can Tang Yuyao say?
"By the way, did you find anything?"
"Hey... I don't know if it's because I look scary or something, but that little thief won't come anymore!"
"Forget it! This matter can't be rushed! Since the little thief has a first time, a second time, there will definitely be a third time! I don't believe we can't catch him!"
"Are they like men and women? After the first time, they want the second time?" Ling Feng said with a lustful smile.
"Fuck you! Pay attention to the impact! This is my home!" Tang Yuyao looked at the sister-in-law who just passed by. Fortunately, the sister-in-law's ears were not working well, so she probably didn't hear it, right?
"hey-hey……"
Ling Feng smiled stupidly. He was almost thirty years old and didn't even have a wife, so naturally he was a bit lewd.
Looking at Ling Feng's mean smile, Tang Yuyao suddenly thought of the proprietress of Elegant Coffee Shop. The waiter said that the proprietress has been waiting for the right person for her, and she hasn't had a boyfriend yet! She should be a virgin, right? And the proprietress has been waiting for her right person.
They are only twenty-nine years old, and they look like a couple to Ling Feng? How about...
Just do it when you think of it, this is Tang Yuyao's consistent style.