In a luxurious presidential suite at the Shangri-La Hotel in City A, a tall man with a shiny head and a black tight-fitting leather suit was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back.
At this time, there was a slight knock on the door outside.
"Come in." The man said softly, in Italian, but his body did not move.
The door opened, and a blond-haired man walked in with a miniature laptop. He bent slightly towards the man's back and said, "Chief."
After hearing this, Da Sanluoge turned around. It was a typical European face, with deep features and clear outlines. It was just because the expression on his face was too serious, especially the look in his dark blue eyes.
It was too cold and would give people a shuddering feeling. He first glanced at the blond man standing at the door, then raised his feet in military boots and walked to the sofa in front of the coffee table and sat down.
"Chief, this is the image synthesized based on the description of the man named Lu Fei..." The blond-haired man also mumbled Italian, then walked in, opened the miniature notebook in his hand, placed it on the coffee table, and asked
The screen was facing the man's face, so Sanrog could clearly see the image on the screen without adjusting his body, and then took two steps back slightly.
"There is nothing suspicious about Lu Fei's background, and everything he said has been verified..." When Dasanrog's eyes were on the computer, the blond man stood beside him and began to report on the investigation, "It can be ruled out
The possibility of other gangs getting involved."
Dasanrog nodded slightly, then glanced at the portrait of the woman on the screen: "What about her? Are you sure?"
"Because this woman wears very big glasses, she can only be drawn like this... If I see her again, Lu said she will definitely recognize her..." The blond man nodded immediately, "Besides, Lu has fought against her.
This woman's skills are very good..."
The loud-voiced Roger didn't speak, but gently tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers. The blond man didn't dare to say anything, and the atmosphere was a little gloomy for a while.
"Whether it's a coincidence or intentional, we must do it at all costs." After a long time, Dasanrog's fingers stopped, he looked up at the blond man, and his tone was unusually determined, "Even if we turn the entire city A over, we must find it.
This woman..."an ugly woman who knows Kung Fu? Is all this really just a coincidence?"
"Yes." The blond man nodded immediately and backed out.
"Holi." Just when the blond man walked to the door, Dasanrog suddenly called softly again.
"Yes." The blond man named Hori stopped immediately.
"Keep an eye on Lu." Dasanrog stood up and walked to Huo Li, "Let's do it after we find this woman..." The fewer people who know about such a thing, the better. The boy can only blame his own luck.
Too bad.
"Yes." Horry paused for a moment, understood immediately, then turned around and went out.
After the door was closed, Dasanrog sat back on the sofa. His fingers on the armrest of the sofa clicked lightly, and his eyes turned to the computer again. Although the portrait on it was quite clear, but...
The large black frame on the woman's face blocked most of her face, making it impossible to see her true face at a glance. It seems that this matter is a bit tricky...
"No matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is, as long as you stop my plan, you must die." As he said this, Sanrog's hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
At this time, Xiangcheng, who had just walked into her daughter's room and was about to do her homework with Xiangjue, suddenly sneezed.
"Mom, who is talking about you?" Xiangjue raised his head from the table and looked at Xiangcheng with a smile.
"Your ears are really bright." Xiangcheng couldn't help but walked over and knocked her daughter on the head, "You don't even pay attention to your homework..."
"Mom." Xiangju couldn't help but patted his forehead aggrievedly, his little face wrinkled up, "I care about you, how could you do this to me? I'm still so young.
, very easily hurt..."
Xiangcheng has a black line on her head, hurt? This word seems to be very far away from her. In order for her to study hard, she has tried to stimulate her daughter's self-esteem more than once. As a result, she was the one who was stimulated in the end. For example, last time
, Xiangcheng talked to Xiangju: "Juzi, if you don't study well, you won't be able to get into a good school or find a good job in the future..."
Upon hearing this, Xiangju curled her lips with disdain: "Mom, you're out, haven't you heard a saying? A woman who does well is not as good as a woman who marries well? A woman with an average appearance like you can find Mr. Chu.
Like this, your daughter is so beautiful, even if her education is not as high as yours, she will definitely find someone as good as Mr. Chu, so I won’t have to worry about it for the rest of my life..." That tone and look... Xiang Cheng felt that she
I have lived more than thirty years in vain.
As a result, Xiangcheng turned around and drew circles in frustration. Who did this child learn from?
"By the way, Mom." Xiangjue's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Xiangcheng with a very gossipy look, "You and..." He suddenly turned to look at the door of the room, then leaned in front of Xiangcheng and lowered his voice, "You
What's going on with dad?" He also pulled Xiang Cheng back from his thoughts.
"What's going on?" Xiangcheng couldn't help but frowned.
"Why are you pretending to be confused?" Xiangjue sighed like an adult, "The injury on Young Master Chu's face is not your work, is it?" When did my mother become so violent?
"Do you feel sorry for him?" Xiangcheng's face suddenly darkened. How could this little white-eyed wolf be bribed by Chu Feiyang so quickly? He couldn't help but glare, "Children, don't worry about adults' matters. Where is your homework?"
"Xiang Cheng then realized that there was no homework book on the table at all. So what was this girl doing lying here just now?
"Look, here we go again." Xiangju suddenly sighed, "Which old man said that? It's not easy for men and women to make a living... I'm not that bad, but I feel sad for his face.
He's not handsome anymore, and he looks depressed..." Of course, she felt a little sad for her father. After all, he was so kind to her these days. It turned out that having a father felt so good... But, she wouldn't
Tell mom this.
Xiangcheng couldn't help but laugh and cry. Her daughter's cultural class was not an ordinary problem. The saint was called an old man in her mouth. She couldn't help but hit her head again: "That's what Confucius said, only women
It’s hard to raise a villain…”
"It's all the same." Xiangju couldn't help but touch the painful head, "Isn't Confucius an old man?"
Xiangcheng was really speechless, so she had to sigh and change the subject: "What will you do if Mr. Chu and I can't be together?"
"Don't worry, Chengzi. If you really don't get together, then I will definitely choose you..." Xiangjue ignored the pain in his head when he heard this, stretched out his chubby hand and patted Xiangcheng's shoulder solemnly, "So
, you don’t have to worry too much.” However, she believes that there must be a way for her brothers to be with their parents. Only children with both parents will grow up healthily.
Xiangcheng couldn't help laughing, and stretched out her hand to rub Xiangjue's little head: "Okay, don't be poor." She didn't want to let the children worry too much about adult matters, "It's getting late, it's time
It’s time to do your homework, take out your homework book.”
When Xiangjue heard this, his little face immediately fell, and he couldn't help muttering: "Who invented homework? It's best not to fall into my hands in the future, otherwise, I will starve him for half a year..."
"Okay, I've said this eight hundred times..." Xiangcheng couldn't help but pat her forehead. Neither of her two sons had this daughter to worry about so much. "Workbook." Her tone became stern,
Why does it take so much effort to do homework every time? It used to be plagiarism, but since I criticized her last time, I have stopped plagiarizing. However, I often fail to finish it...
"Here it is." Xiangju reluctantly raised his butt and took out a book that looked almost unrecognizable.
"Who can tell me what this is?" Xiangcheng's already big eyes widened even more at this moment. Looking at the object in Xiangju's hand, it was no less than seeing a UFO.
"Workbook." Xiangjue couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Is it that hard to recognize?
"Are you sure?" Xiangcheng swallowed, "Then why are you sitting on your butt?"
"Since you are doing your homework, of course you have to sit down and write..." Xiang Jue said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, what does this homework mean?" Xiangcheng couldn't help rolling her eyes, "You..." She really didn't know how to educate this girl. After a long time, she finally sighed again, "Okay.
Well, if you do your job, you will do your job, but why did you sit on it and tear it up? Do you have a point on your butt?" If this notebook was thrown on the ground, she would definitely think that some rag picker dropped it.
"It's because the notebook is not sturdy..." Xiangju couldn't help but sigh, "It's like this after only sitting on it a few times..." It's not as good as the homework papers in preschool. One sheet every day, and I don't even have time to sit down...
Xiangcheng: "..." Then she took the notebook and flipped through it. The notebook was not strong? Okay, then should she get an iron notebook for this girl in the future? This homework notebook was just replaced last week, and half of it is still there.
It's not used up yet...but now it's in a bad shape.
"Okay, Mom." Xiangjue hurriedly snatched the book away, then opened it and found a relatively complete page, "I'm going to do my homework..." If we continued talking to Mom, she specified
Angrily, "Although this book is not sturdy, it can still be used, so I'll just make do with it. Saving is now advocated, and I will start from myself..." Then, without looking at Xiang Cheng's extremely troubled expression, he lay down.
I started writing one stroke at a time on the table.