Looking at the dagger in Su Mu's hand, Li Anlan's eyes slowly dissipated.
How could he not know him?
The sharp dagger flashed with a strange light without any blood.
This is the equipment that only Japanese Iga Rutian Ninja-level powerful men have.
A gurgling sound came from Li Anlan's neck, and half of his body was dyed red with blood.
Finally, he fell to the ground with a plop.
A generation of heroes died in such a state of turmoil.
Su Mu glanced at Li Chengming who had fainted with contempt, but did not kill him, but turned around and walked out.
He took out his cell phone and looked at the flickering red dot on the three-dimensional map in the mobile phone interface. He determined where Mr. Ye was locked up.
As early as when Ye Xiao woke up, he quietly installed a tracker on Mr. Ye and Professor Ning's underwear.
This was inspired by Mr. Ye's mother, Lin Wenlan.
Su Mu implanted the tracker of Mr. Ye and Professor Ning's underwear, which is much more advanced than Lin Wenlan's eavesdropper.
Lin Wenlan's tracker is the highest version of the civilian level, but civilian and military concepts are completely different.
The tracker used by Su Mu is a semi-nanometer technology product, which is expensive and is specially made for big people of the level of the head of state.
When Mr. Ye was found, Mr. Ye was still in a coma and was not tortured or humiliated.
Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief, gently picked up Ye Wanqiu and walked out.
He put Mr. Ye in the co-pilot and thoughtfully lay down his seat, and then he started the car and left.
After thinking about it, he decided to call Mo Zongheng.
The cheap brother-in-law is more reliable than Chen Si. This kind of thing can't be hidden for too long.
If Li Anlan dies in Dongyang, it will surely shock the imperial capital.
When the phone was connected, Su Mu said directly:
"I killed Li Anlan."
Mo Zongheng jumped up in shock:
"You...! What's going on? How could Li Anlan be in Dongyang?"
Su Mu briefly said the matter and said lightly:
"Lao Mo, do you have any suggestions?"
Mo Zongheng felt chill all over.
He was silent for a long time before he let out a long breath and said almost gritting his teeth:
"How dare you? Do you know how much storm will cause for Li Anlan's death? Especially at this time?"
Su Mu smiled:
"Everyone is dead, brother-in-law, give me an idea and I'll listen to you."
Mo Zongheng was so hungry that he didn't crush the phone:
"I'm not your brother-in-law. What did you do before killing someone?"
Mo Zonghengyue became more and more excited when he said that, and almost failed to collapse.
Su Mu still had to speak, and Mo Zongheng hung up the phone directly.
He had to mutter a few words, holding the steering wheel with one hand and gently tapping Mr. Ye's head with the other hand.
Mr. Ye opened his eyes blankly and asked:
"Where am I? What happened just now? Why can't I remember it?"
Su Mu smiled:
"You fainted when you went to the bathroom just now. I was so scared that my heart was beating. I haven't recovered yet. If you don't believe me, please touch me."
Mr. Ye snorted and curled his lips:
"Who wants to touch you? Why... I don't have the strength to lift the seat up.
The domineering president suddenly looked soft and his tone was lowered several degrees, soft and glutinous, which made Assistant Su feel crisp all over.
It was a technical job to lift the passenger seat while driving. 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 his head and stared at him, his eyes were like a knife, but his face turned red:
"Take your paws away."
Su Mu smiled and said shamelessly:
"It's not that old husband and wife have never been touched."
Mr. Ye's eyes flashed with murderous aura, which scared Assistant Su so much that he quickly withdrew his ghost claws and said flatteringly:
"Wife, you must be too tired. Let's have a good rest when you get home. Tonight, I'll stew some Shiquan Datong soup for you to make a good supplement."
Mr. Ye frowned slightly and hummed:
"Don't lie to me, I'm just fainting, not stupid. What time is it now? How many hours can I be in a coma? Tell me, what exactly happened."
Su Mu decided to tell her part of it that it would be better to hide it from it if it was a murder.
Mr. Ye was so scared that he was deserted when he heard this. He looked at Su Mu with a frightened face and almost cried:
"Is it Hong Yunyang? I will definitely not spare him this dog."
Su Muxin said that he could not worry about this anymore, so he suddenly grinned with a discomfortable expression.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Mr. Ye thought he was injured, and suddenly became anxious:
"Are you injured? Where did you hurt?"
Su Mu sighed:
"It hurts my heart!"
Mr. Ye obviously didn't understand what this guy meant, and he was so anxious that he was trying to reach out to grab Su Mu's arm:
"I'm so angry if you make a fuss. Go to the hospital quickly and go right away."
Su Mu took the opportunity to pinch Mr. Ye's soft little hand and kept rubbing it with a slutty smile on his face:
"Wife, I was really hurt. I don't know when I was shot by you and hit my heart."
Only then did Mr. Ye realize that a sweet feeling came to his heart, but a sneer on his face:
"I want to have a gun, and I'll have already knocked you into a sieve."
Su Mu smiled, and the magic tricks on his hands were the same, and there was something extra.
When Mr. Ye saw this, his face turned red with shame.
That's a... button.
When I first met Su Mu, I was so angry that I broke my chest from my chest to the button on his face.
She suddenly didn't know where the strength came from, so she reached out and wanted to grab it:
"Give it back to me."
The button magically disappeared from Su Mu's hand, and Mr. Ye's hand was grabbed by him again.
Assistant Su coughed, and then looked like a storyteller:
"This life is really just like the first meeting. At that time, Mr. Ye, your button is like a flying immortal from the sky. It is really shocking the world and crying ghosts. This button is like a gun, hitting my heart, making me heartbroken.
Love, this love lasts forever! Alas, Xiaoyezi, I have nothing to ask for, I just pray for God’s blessing. When we become a kid, we will get out of bed, and then I will give this love gift with my own hands
Return it to you."
When Mr. Ye heard the bridal chamber rolling on the bed, he was both 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...!"
Mr. Ye suddenly started crying silently.
Su Mu's words of cursing suddenly shrank back and asked in enduring the pain:
"Wife, why are you crying?"
Mr. Ye reached out to wipe his tears and said angrily:
"Who is your wife? Get out of here, I don't want you anymore."
Su Mu was stunned:
"No, right? Wife, don't be so bad. You can't just pick up your pants and refuse to admit it."
Mr. Ye was so angry that his chest swelled up, and he clenched his fist and smashed it at Su Mu:
"Strange hooligan, who mentioned it... mentioned it...!"
For Su Mu, her fists were soft and tickling.
But with a punch, Su Mu's face suddenly changed, and cold sweat on his forehead came out with a silence.
Mr. Ye turned his head and was immediately scared and said in a crying voice:
"What's wrong with you? I didn't use any effort."
Su Mu sweated heavily, gritted his teeth, and the steering wheel in his hand suddenly twisted and crashed into the roadside.