Masdayi immediately tidied up his suit and carefully placed his mahogany pipe inside his vest.
Then Masdai smiled at the middle-aged man and said: "Sir, I am Masdai, the manager of New Delhi Logistics. Can you tell me where the passenger you picked up here this afternoon went?"
The middle-aged man seemed to be just an honest citizen. Judging from his body reaction, he was definitely a strong contender to be a good citizen of New Delhi. After shaking a few times, he stammered and replied: "Yes, sir,
That Oriental is staying at the Holiday Inn in New Delhi. I can swear in the name of Buddha that I did not lie to you."
Now that he knows where the murderer lives, Masdai is no longer anxious. As long as he can find this person, in New Delhi, I, Masdai, have nothing to fear.
Then he waved to the little cowboy and said: "Send him back and don't touch him. Well, for the sake of Maxon's dead soul, his future protection fees will also be waived."
At this time, Masdai was in the mood to carefully look at Maxon in front of him. At this time, Maxon's stiff body, judging from the teeth scattered on the ground and the shape of the blood-congested head, made Masdai feel excited.
What kind of technique is this? It's so cruel. There are no other wounds at all. It looks like he was beaten to death like this.
Thinking of this, Masdai's face darkened and he said: "Prepare weapons, let's go to the Holiday Inn to express condolences to this lovely gentleman."
When he mentioned the word cute, Masdayi was already gritting his teeth.
"Who is it? What's the matter?" Just as Ren Xiaoyao was leisurely watching French adult TV, hugging Evans and copying the movements, suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the guest room.
"Sir, we are waiters in the restaurant, and we are here to deliver dinner to you." A very rustic-sounding voice came from outside.
During dinner, Ren Xiaoyao pondered for a while. He had never ordered dinner at all. Why would someone bring dinner? Could it be free hospitality from the hotel? Impossible. Ren Xiaoyao has never believed in such pie-in-the-sky things.
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Moreover, Ren Xiaoyao is not the kind of person who is greedy for gain, but people's curiosity can indeed kill people. The saying that skilled people are bold is not an exaggeration when applied to Ren Xiaoyao.
Ren Xiaoyao gently rolled off Evans' body, put on his nightgown and carefully walked to the door. He looked out through the peephole on the door and saw three people standing outside the door. There was no one at all.
of food trucks.
Ren Xiaoyao cursed in his heart, "Fuck, you have to be more professional when you are lying. You don't even bring a waiter's clothes and a dining car, but just say that you are delivering dinner outside. Don't these idiots know that there is a peephole on the door?"
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After scolding, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to hate the fact that iron cannot become steel, and said loudly to the outside: "I didn't order dinner, you must have made a mistake. If you don't leave, I will call the security guard."
Ren Xiaoyao thought very clearly. After killing the white idiot, Ren Xiaoyao regretted it. The purpose of his visit this time was to destroy the cooperation between the Japanese and the Indians. Now that he has caused this matter, it seems troublesome.
Already.
After a period of time, there was no sound outside. It seemed that these people were still frightened by the power of the capital and began to retreat. Ren Xiaoyao thought optimistically in his heart. They were just a group of gangsters. They really didn't have much courage.
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Immediately, he picked up the phone in the room and contacted the front desk: "Miss, could you please help me book a ticket to Mumbai. If you want to go to Mumbai tomorrow, first class is also available."
However, what Ren Xiaoyao didn't expect was that Masdayi and others retreated not because of Ren Xiaoyao's threat, but because the security of the Holiday Inn began to pay attention to all this as soon as they entered.
Anyone who can open such a hotel in New Delhi, a place where underworld is prevalent in India, either has connections in the white world, or definitely has connections in the underworld. He has the supervision of a group of security guards, and Masdayi wants to continue to hang out in New Delhi.
Go down, so I had to retreat in disappointment.
As soon as he walked out of the door, Masdayi ordered the men next to him: "Immediately arrange eavesdropping, and be ready to follow this Easterner at any time to see where he goes next. Don't tell me about such a conspicuous target, and you will all be lost."
, whoever loses it will use his head as a toilet for me."
In order to set off in secret, Ren Xiaoyao asked Evans to stay at the Holiday Inn in New Delhi, while he himself boarded a plane bound for Mumbai the next day.
"Dear passengers, welcome to board Airbus 628. It is now 3:37 in the afternoon, and the plane will arrive at Mumbai International Airport in 30 minutes. Mumbai is the economic, cultural, and religious center of India. It
Gathering all the cultural symbols of the ancient Indian civilization, it is your ideal tourist destination..."
Ren Xiaoyao's ears were surrounded by the sweet and melodious voice of the stewardess. His eyes drifted outside the cabin, looking at the cities, fields and forests towering above the earth under the blue sky. The idea of integrating with nature melted into every nerve of his.
"Sir, what do you need?" the Indian stewardess bent over and asked with a respectful attitude.
"Do you allow me to buy you a drink?" Ren Xiaoyao glanced at the little Chinese boy beside him who tilted his little head and looked at him curiously, and then asked her mother with a smile.
The mother and daughter next to Ren Xiaoyao attracted the attention of everyone on the plane from the moment they boarded the plane. The mother was no more than thirty years old. She has a light body and well-proportioned facial features with a rosy complexion. Although she is not a stunning beauty, she is very attractive.
, the elegant behavior shows its good connotation.
The little boy is about five or six years old. Her mother calls her Xiaolong. She has inherited her mother's fine bloodline. She has pretty features and an innocent expression. She always has a smile on her lips, revealing two deep dimples. She is very cute.
In particular, his dark eyes were like clear autumn water, giving Ren Xiaoyao a baptism like a spring breeze. Based on this alone, Ren Xiaoyao couldn't help but think of his own son, so he decided to treat them to a drink.
Xiaolong looked at her hesitant mother, and after receiving a nod, she cheered: "Thank you, uncle, I want a Coke."
Ren Xiaoyao personally took a large glass of Coke from the stewardess and placed it in front of Xiaolong. Within two seconds, the smart system automatically raised the dining table and gently held the bottom of the cup.
Ren Xiaoyao sent a silent invitation to Xiaolong's mother. She asked for a cup of green tea, and Ren Xiaoyao also ordered a cup of green tea.
The flight attendant quietly walked away and served other passengers.