Sheng Mingxi's eyes were slightly stern. Bach had lost his trace a year ago. He didn't know what the relationship between the two was.
Since he took over as the president of the Society of Bones, he has wiped out Bach's former cronies. At first, Bach tried every means to compete with him and set up obstacles for him at every turn. However, a year ago, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Sometimes, if you can't wait for someone, just let go." Sheng Mingxi came back to his senses and said.
Hearing this, Mo Yuchuan curled his lips and said, "If you can let it go, why would you bother yourself like this?"
Seeing Sheng Mingxi's helpless look, Mo Yuchuan felt sorry for him from the bottom of his heart, but there was nothing he could do to persuade him to do this. He could only overcome his own calamity, and no one else could help him.
Sheng Mingxi smiled bitterly and raised his glass again, "You have come a long way, and we will not return unless we are drunk tonight."
In another room, Chen Qingqing looked at Bach who was at least ten years younger than a year ago.
"It's been half a year. Have you made any progress with Sheng Mingxi?" Bach looked at the woman in front of him with sinister eyes.
Chen Qingqing said nervously: "There is no progress. He doesn't come home very often. I have no chance to get close to him."
"Really? That's really hard for you." Bach then hooked his fingers and said, "Come here and let me see your face."
Over the years, Bach has tried various methods on his legs, but he still cannot stand. This is all thanks to Lu Qingqing.
Although Lu Qingqing is dead, Bach's hatred for her has never diminished. Not only has it not diminished, but his hatred for her has grown day by day because of the pain.
Chen Qingqing walked up to Bach, and Bach clamped his chin.
"What are you going to do?" Chen Qingqing's chin was pinched so hard that it hurt.
"You said that I have raised you for so many years and spent huge sums of money to give you this face. In the end, you are worse than a pig." Bach's hand slid from his chin to his neck, becoming harder and harder.
Chen Qingqing felt it was difficult to breathe. She grabbed Bach's hand hard, but Bach's hand locked her throat tightly like a pliers.
"Please give me another chance, I promise to take down Sheng Mingxi, please." Chen Qingqing begged.
"I don't have time to waste on you anymore." After Bach finished speaking, with a ferocious look on his face, he slowly tightened his fingers until Chen Qingqing stopped struggling.
At this time, the door opened, and a young woman with a beautiful appearance and a cold temperament walked in. She glanced at Chen Qingqing who was lying on the ground, and looked at Bach expressionlessly.
"Sir, did you come to me to ask me to take over her and continue to get closer to Sheng Mingxi?" the woman said lightly, not caring that there was a dead person lying on the ground.
"You are still smart. I am not willing to let you take action unless it is absolutely necessary. You succeeded in confusing Huo Yifei at the beginning, and he is still obsessed with you until now. If these people had your ability, they would not even
Sheng Mingxi can’t take it down either.”
When Huo Yifei was mentioned, the woman's face turned a little gloomy.
"Sir, what do you want me to do when you ask me to go to Sheng Mingxi's side?"
"I want to know if the Phantom III was destroyed by him? If not, I want you to help me get the core technology of the Phantom III, together with the only memory chip in the world. As long as I have the core of the Phantom III
With technology and that chip, I can do a memory transplant, and I can get rid of this tattered body."
"Sheng Mingxi is different from Huo Yifei. He has a very high IQ. If he shows his flaws at the slightest moment, all his previous efforts will be wasted." The woman said calmly.
"That's why I sent you out. Only you can compete with him. I'm looking forward to your performance."