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Chapter 943

Liu Mu suddenly felt a sudden lingering heart, and his body couldn't help but fight a cold war, and said timidly: "The boss is like a god, and he can't hide anything from the boss. The assassination of Xiao Yang last night failed!"

After speaking, Liu Mu lowered his head very low and did not dare to look up at He Chenguang's cold and insidious eyes.

"That wasn't what you promised me yesterday!"

"Yes...yes, but boss, I didn't expect that Xiao Yang would be so powerful."

Liu Mu said hesitantly with panic on his face.

"Hmph, useless guy!" Remember to provide you with wonderful novel reading on the mobile phone for one second.

He Chenguang scolded, "Xiao Yang asked me to meet at the manor of the Undead Organization. You can come with me!"

Liu Mutou ticked it like a chicken pecking at rice, responding repeatedly.

As noon approached, He Chenguang took Liu Mu to the manor of the Undead Organization.

Under Huang An's leadership, the two of them walked into the castle.

Xiao Yang sat on the sofa in the hall. Seeing that the two of them walked in and did not get up, he just smiled softly and said, "I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."

"Yes, Mr. Xiao, I didn't expect your life to be so long!"

He Chenguang smiled, and there was even more words hidden in his words.

"Haha, are you talking about these two guys?"

Xiao Yang smiled playfully, then glanced at Huang An beside him.

Huang An clapped his hands knowingly.

In response to the clapping sound, the two bodyguards escorted the two women in black into the hall, and then pushed forward with the trend. The two women in black fell in front of He Chenguang.

The two women in black were covered with whipping marks, their faces were covered with blood, and they were dying.

He Chenguang recognized these two women as his subordinates at first sight.

His eyes looked at Xiao Yang, and a raging flame ignited in his pupils, and he was extremely angry.

"Xiao Yang, don't do it too much!"

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Yang raised his head and laughed, as if he had heard an extremely ridiculous joke.

"Minister He, this is something they both asked for, and it has nothing to do with me! But it would be better for them to give you a reminder to not act rashly!"

"you……"

He Chenguang's eyes were like two sharp swords, and his teeth were even chewing, hoping to peel Xiao Yang in front of him and tear him into pieces.

"Xiao Yang, you will regret everything you did today!"

Xiao Yang shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said indifferently: "I want to see what Minister He has."

"Then you wait for me!"

He Chenguang's words were mixed with endless coldness, as if suddenly, ice fog condensed in the air, which was so cold that it made people tremble.

"Liu Mu, let's go!"

He shook his hand angrily, called Liu Mu on the side, and turned around and walked out of the castle angrily.

Huang An looked at the figures of He Chenguang and Liu Mu leaving, deliberately lowered his voice and said to Xiao Yang: "Brother Yang, just let them go like this?"

With his understanding of He Chenguang, He Chenguang would never give up and would have another move.

This way, letting the morning light leave is like letting the tiger return to the mountain, which will inevitably lead to great trouble.

An unpredictable smile appeared on Xiao Yang's face, and he was unquestionable.

What he is currently considering is not the Aggressive Ghost Branch, but the American Black Hand Club behind the Aggressive Ghost Branch.

He specially invited He Chenguang to the castle to see his two subordinates in order to intentionally anger He Chenguang.
Chapter completed!
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