"Boss, Yang Qi was brought back to Yan's house. What should I do? I heard that he is still unconscious." Kuang Bing knelt on the ground and reported to him the news he had just heard. Moreover, he saw with his own eyes that Yan Qi was unconscious.
Yu Feng carried Yang Qi into his Lincoln car
"Yes." He Yanxuan, who was sitting on the sofa, smoking and drinking, nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Now, how should we deal with Yan Yufeng? The most trusted person is unconscious." Kuang Bing asked He Yanxuan in a smart way. His subordinates all knew everything about Yang Qi's deal with He Yanxuan.
Chu, if something happens now, he is equally anxious. If Yan Yufeng cannot be eradicated, then they will have to live a miserable life with He Yanxuan in the future.
He Yanxuan smoked an expensive cigar and blew out the smoke slowly and slowly. His eyes were always staring at the slightly rising white smoke, which was sometimes stable and sometimes floating. Likewise, it was impossible to figure out what he was thinking.
What. Maybe smart people can see it, but for those clumsy men, even if he farts, they can't hear the sound.
His face was stern, as if he hadn't heard the question just now, he raised his glass and took a swig.
After a long time, a cold voice came out of his mouth: "Kang Bing, that's a good question." He clapped his hands, his eyes showing praise.
After listening to his words, Kuang Bing had a proud smile on his face. He glanced at Ye Leopard, a little embarrassed.
But a second later, He Yanxuan kicked him and knocked him to the ground, causing his internal organs to bleed. He covered the place where he had breathed and looked at him in pain.
After He Yanxuan finished breathing, he raised his slender legs again, with a calm look in his eyes, as if the kick just now was not from him. He raised his eyebrows, looking a little casual, but his voice was extremely cold, so cold.
You can freeze a cup of boiling water directly: "Excuse me, are you able to take care of these things?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a man sounded outside the door, soft and gentle, but equally indifferent. That was his younger brother, He Hualin.
He brought a man with him who was as tall as him. He was not as noble in appearance or clothing as He Yanxuan. He was wearing washed jeans and a black shirt. He came to He Yanxuan with his head lowered and followed Kuang Bing.
They are equal and kneel down together.
He Hualin was sitting next to He Yanxuan, looking at him with cold eyes.
"Boss, I'm back." The man's voice was as dry as waste wood, without any magnetism. To be precise, his voice was too heavy and sounded particularly unpleasant.
As soon as he finished speaking, He Yanxuan also kicked him in the chest, and he was kicked two meters away. He rolled from the sofa to the TV. He covered his chest and a lot of blood flowed out of his mouth.
, with a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, boss, I was wrong."
He Yanxuan blew his bangs, threw the unfinished cigar into the trash can, and looked at him indifferently: "Do you still have the nerve to come back?"
His eyes were full of hatred, looking at him like Yan Yufeng. His eyes were sharp, like a knife that could cut people's skin.
An Sang, who was lying on the ground, saw He Yanxuan angry and about to get angry. He immediately crawled over on his knees and hugged his thigh: "Boss, I was wrong. I will come back to admit my mistake to you."
He cried with a mournful face, as weakly as a woman. He Yanxuan saw him crying like a child, but he couldn't bear to punish him. After all, he had followed him for many years, but because of a transaction, he swallowed his goods.
He left with that valuable cargo and betrayed him.