Looking at the dagger in Su Mu's hand, Li Anlan's eyes slowly became distracted.
How could he not recognize it?
The sharp dagger edge shone with a strange light without any trace of blood.
This is a piece of equipment only possessed by strong Japanese Iga Ryūten ninjas.
There was a gurgling sound on Li Anlan's neck, and blood stained half of his body red.
Finally, he fell to the ground with a plop.
A generation of heroes died in anger.
Su Mu glanced disdainfully at the unconscious Li Chengming, but instead of killing him, he turned around and walked out.
He took out his phone and looked at the flashing red dot on the three-dimensional map in the phone interface, and determined the location where Mr. Ye was being held.
As early as when he woke up Night Owl, he secretly installed trackers on Mr. Ye and Professor Ning's underwear.
This was inspired by Mr. Ye’s mother, Lin Wenlan.
The trackers Su Mu implanted into Mr. Ye and Professor Ning's underwear were much more advanced than Lin Wenlan's bugging devices.
Lin Wenlan's tracker is considered the highest version for civilian use, but civilian use and military use are completely different concepts.
The tracker used by Su Mu is a product of semi-nano technology, which is expensive and specially made for big figures like the head of state.
When Mr. Ye was found, he was still in a coma and had not been tortured or humiliated.
Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief, gently picked up Ye Wanqiu and walked out.
He put Mr. Ye in the passenger seat and thoughtfully laid the seat flat, then started the car and left.
After thinking about it, he decided to give Mo Zongheng a call.
The cheap uncle is more reliable than Chen Sixen. This kind of thing cannot be hidden for long.
Li Anlan's death in Dongyang will definitely shock the imperial capital.
When the call was connected, Su Mu said directly:
"I killed Li Anlan."
Mo Zongheng on the other end of the phone jumped up in shock:
"You...! What's going on? How could Li Anlan be in Dongyang?"
Su Mu briefly explained the matter, and then said calmly:
"Old Mo, what suggestions do you have?"
Mo Zongheng felt a chill all over his body.
He was silent for a long time, then took a long breath and said almost through gritted teeth:
"How dare you? Do you know how much trouble Li Anlan's death will cause? Especially now?"
Su Mu chuckled:
"Everyone is dead, uncle, please give me an idea and I will listen to you."
Mo Zongheng couldn't help but crush the phone:
"The one I rode on was not your uncle. What did you do before killing someone?"
Mo Zongheng became more and more excited as he talked and almost collapsed.
Su Mu wanted to speak, but Mo Zongheng hung up the phone directly.
He could only mutter a few words, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and lightly tapping Mr. Ye's head with the other hand.
Mr. Ye opened his eyes in confusion and asked:
"Where am I? What just happened? Why can't I remember it?"
Su Mu chuckled:
"You fainted in the bathroom just now. You scared me. Your heart was pounding. You haven't recovered yet. If you don't believe me, just touch and see."
Mr. Ye snorted and curled his lips:
"Who cares about touching you? Why...I don't have any strength? Please raise the seat for me.
The domineering president suddenly looked soft, and his tone of voice dropped several degrees, soft and waxy, which made Assistant Su feel numb all over.
Raising and lowering the passenger seat while driving is a technical job. Fortunately, Su Mu's hands were long enough. As the seat back slowly rose, Mr. Ye's proud chest hit his hand.
Ye Wanqiu turned to stare at him, his eyes like daggers, but his face turned red:
"Take your paws off."
Su Mu chuckled and said shamelessly:
"We are an old couple, it's not like we haven't touched each other before."
Mr. Ye's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and Assistant Su was so frightened that he quickly retracted his ghost claws and said flatteringly:
"Honey, you must be too tired. Let's go home and have a good rest. Tonight, I will make you some Shiquan Dabu soup to replenish your body."
Mr. Ye frowned slightly and hummed:
"Don't lie to me. I just fainted, not stupid. What time is it now? How many hours can I be unconscious? Tell me, what happened."
Su Mu decided to tell her part of it. As for killing people, it was better to keep it a secret.
Mr. Ye's face turned pale with fright after hearing half of it. He looked at Su Mu in shock and almost cried:
"Is it Hong Yunyang? I will definitely not be able to spare this bitch."
Su Muxin said that he could no longer dwell on this matter. He suddenly bared his teeth and had a sad expression on his face.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Mr. Ye thought he was injured and suddenly became anxious:
"Are you injured? Where is the injury?"
Su Mu sighed:
"It's so sad!"
Mr. Ye obviously didn't understand what this guy meant, and he was so anxious that he reached out to grab Su Mu's arm:
"If you keep messing around, I'll be really angry. Go to the hospital quickly. Go right away."
Su Mu took the opportunity to pinch Mr. Ye's soft little hand and kept rubbing it with a mean smile on his face:
"Honey, I was really hurt. I don't know when, but you shot me in the heart."
Only then did Mr. Ye understand. A sweet feeling came to his heart, but there was a sneer on his face:
"If I had a gun, I would beat you into a sieve long ago."
Su Mu chuckled, and something appeared in his hand like a magic trick.
When Mr. Ye saw it, his face turned red with embarrassment.
That's a...button.
The first time I met Su Mu, I was so angry that the buttons on his face collapsed from his chest.
She suddenly didn't know where the strength came from, and reached out to grab it:
"give me back."
The button magically disappeared from Su Mu's hand, and Mr. Ye's hand was tightly grasped by him again.
Assistant Su coughed, and then acted like a storytelling master:
"This life is really just like the first time I saw it. At that time, Mr. Ye, your kick was like a flying fairy from heaven. It was really shocking, and made me cry. This kick was like a gun, hitting my heart, and it broke my heart and intestines.
Love, this love lasts forever! Oh, little leaf, I have nothing to ask for, I just pray for God’s blessing. When we get married and get married, I will personally give this love gift to you.
Back to you."
When he heard that the bridal chamber was rolling on the bed, Mr. Ye was ashamed and angry. He gritted his teeth and grabbed Su Mu's arm, put it in his mouth and chewed it hard.
"Oh you! You...you...!"
Mr. Ye suddenly started crying silently.
Su Mu immediately shrank back when he cursed, and endured the pain and asked:
"Wife, why are you crying?"
Mr. Ye stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears and said angrily:
"Who is your wife? Get out of here, I don't want you anymore."
Su Mu was immediately dumbfounded:
"Isn't it? Wife, don't be such a scumbag. You can't just lift your pants and then admit it."
Mr. Ye was so angry that his chest swelled. He clenched his fist and smashed it at Su Mu:
"You bastard, who mentioned... mentioned...!"
To Su Mu, her fist was so soft that it tickled him.
But with one punch, Su Mu's expression suddenly changed, and the cold sweat on his forehead broke out with a swishing sound.
As soon as Mr. Ye turned his head, he was frightened out of his wits and said with a cry:
"You...what's wrong with you? I don't have any strength."
Su Mu was sweating like rain, gritting his teeth, and the steering wheel in his hand suddenly twisted and hit the roadside hard.