In front of the computer screen, Huo Xingyan's fingers were fast, typing a string of codes, and the screen was full of English fonts. After a while, with the sound of the ring finger clicking the button, the white words on the screen disappeared, replaced by a darkness. A line of blue fonts were displayed in the middle of the screen, 40%, 70%, 82%...

If someone sees Huo Xingyan's page here, he will definitely be very surprised, because he is investing in a country's information database, and these databases include some top-secret files, which can accurately define the list of illegitimate children, secret lovers, or mafia leaders' family members, etc.

Just as he jumped to 98%, about to break through the database of a certain country, a single mobile phone vibrated. Huo Xingyan recognized that it was his other mobile phone and immediately connected.

"Boss--" The person on the other end obviously deliberately lowered his voice, and the scene should be on the road.

"Say?" Huo Xingyan's face, whose blue lights were shook by the computer, was a bit dangerous.

Chang Yu is a private detective. It should be said that he was originally an entertainment reporter who specialized in discovering the things about celebrities, including scandals of wealthy families. His reputation in the industry was very poor, and because he was thick-skinned. One time, when Chang Yu was following Huo Xingyan, he was caught by the latter's bodyguard. Huo Xingyan saw some of the characteristics of this guy, and because the news was not released at that time, he was spared and hired the latter to work for him. Chang Yu followed Huo Xingyan.

At this moment, Chang Yu was hiding by the old locust tree on the side of the road, surrounded by shops, which were very lively. The headlights occasionally flashed by Chang Yu, which made Chang Yu, who was wearing a mask and black hat, turn his back, but his eyes were locked tightly at the magnificent door of "Lidu".

"Boss, I have installed the monitor on Huo Rufeng."

"Hehe--" Chang Yu sneered, "I just pretended to be a service staff to deliver wine to Huo Rufeng's private room, pretended to accidentally hit Huo Rufeng, and then hehe..." Because he was too proud, Chang Yu forgot the pain of being kicked by Huo Rufeng, and immediately "hissed" and wailed a few times.

"Good job!" Huo Xingyan naturally did not ignore Chang Yu's two wails, "I have a great reward when this matter is done!"

When he heard the word "reward" and Chang Yu's eyes immediately lit up, he even forgot the pain of being kicked by Huo Rufeng, and he kept flattering and thanking him, "Oh, boss, you are really my benefactor!"

Since following Huo Rufeng, although his position has changed from an entertainment journalist to a private detective, he has been shameful, but his salary has increased. After following Huo Rufeng, the money in his savings is enough to buy a small bungalow suite in A City.

At this moment, Chang Yu was extremely glad that he was lucky at the time and did not release Huo Xingyan's fake news, otherwise how could he have had a good day today?

"As long as you do your business for me, I will naturally not treat you badly!" Huo Xingyan's eyes fell on the cracked database, and he entered the code names of Bai Zhanchen and King, but they were all unsuccessful.

"Thank you, boss! Don't worry, boss, I will definitely go to the mountain of swords and go to the sea of ​​fire and die for the boss!"

Huo Xingyan threw the phone aside.

On the other end, Chang Yu squatted under the old locust tree next to Lidu, bought a hand-catch cake from a roadside stall. While chewing it out of anger, he stared at the door of Lidu.

His eyes flashed slightly, and a person's name flashed through Huo Xingyan's mind. Then, as if he was trying his luck, Huo Xingyan tried to enter the name of the most mysterious heir of the Douglas family, the head of the Italian mafia party.

A photo jumped out instantly, accompanied by lines of information...

Huo Xingyan jumped over at a glance, and after a while, he let go of the mouse, leaning on the back of the seat with some fatigue.

On the screen, there is a black and white photo. A man stood in front of the portrait of the most outstanding godfather of the Mafia. His cold-blooded temperament still makes people awe-inspiring even through the photos.

In the photo, with a crutch in one hand, staring at the man in front of him with a expressionless face, but he had a face of pure Italian blood, a hard face, blood-red lips, and sapphire-like dark blue eyes...

So that's it, Huo Xingyan sighed heavily.

After knowing the truth, he not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but instead felt even heavier.

The head of the Italian mafia and the most outstanding daughter of a military family, who exists like a celebrity in the eyes of outsiders. Such two people actually have intersections. It has to be said that this world is really too fantasy.

After Huo Rufeng entered Lido, he knew that he had been followed.

Because the transaction failed and the deeds were exposed, Huo Rufeng has been very careful these two days. He is not afraid of Huo Xingyan's removal from his position, but is afraid of being silenced.

"X hell!" Chang Yu had been guarding the Lidu gate for nearly five hours, and Huo Rufeng had never come out since he entered.

At this moment, Chang Yu took off the telescope and spitted on the ground hatefully, "Sooner or later, I will die on the woman's belly!"

At this time, Huo Rufeng had already left the back door of Lidu.

Huo Rufeng did not drive because he was afraid of being followed, so he took a taxi.

Just as he stopped a taxi in the secluded place of the back door, Huo Rufeng was about to step into the car and urged the driver to leave quickly, and the music ringtone rang.

The death-seeking sound made Huo Rufeng take out his cell phone impatiently. However, when his eyes touched the name displayed on the top, Huo Rufeng was so frightened that he even stopped his heartbeat.

"Where to go--" In the front seat, the taxi driver looked suspiciously at the man wearing famous brands behind him but was sitting for rent, with contempt on his face.

In his opinion, Huo Rufeng's famous brand looks like a niche face and looks like an overly indulgent person. It is obviously a niche face kept by a woman, so he is very impatient in his tone.

"Where are you going..." Huo Rufeng's eyes flashed, and the wonderful sound of the music ringtone seemed to Huo Rufeng like the demon's soul-urging curse.

While driving, the driver looked back at him impatiently, "Where are you asking?"

Huo Rufeng seemed to suddenly come back to his senses and said to the driver ferociously: "Shut up! Stop the car quickly, stop immediately-"

A "squeak" sound of brakes pierced the silence. Huo Rufeng pushed the door out and was accompanied by the angry scolding of the taxi driver, "Young man, don't let me see you next time, otherwise I will hit you once when I see you!"

The taxi drove away and got into the rolling traffic.

The ringtone stopped, like the sound of the night being cut.

However, while Huo Rufeng breathed a sigh of relief, the devil-like sound of soul-tempering sound rang out again.

Huo Rufeng took a deep breath, adjusted his facial expression, and quickly answered the call, "Fuck...good father!"

San Francisco, USA, within a private manor a few thousand meters away from the outskirts of the city.

The evening breeze was gently moving, swaying with the shadows of the trees. Ichiro Fujiwara returned to the manor to rest after another commercial dinner.

He has more than this property in the United States, not only his private estates in San Francisco, but also many of his properties in Los Angeles. He does not rest in this private estate most of the time. The manor is usually used to receive guests or hold banquets, but obviously the banquet is only one or two in the year.

"Where to go--" In the front seat, the taxi driver looked suspiciously at the man who was wearing famous brands behind him but was sitting in a taxi, with a look of contempt. In his opinion, Huo Rufeng's famous brands looked like a slutty person who looked like a slutty person, and was obviously a slutty person who was kept by a woman, so he was very impatient in his tone. "Where are you going..." Huo Rufeng's eyes flashed, and the wonderful sound of the music ringtone seemed to Huo Rufeng like a demon's soul-tempting curse. The driver was driving the car while looking back at him impatiently, "Where are you asking you?" Huo Rufeng seemed to suddenly come back to his senses and said to the driver hideously: "Shut up! Stop the car quickly and stop immediately--" A brake sound of "squeak--" broke the silence. Huo Rufeng pushed the door out and was accompanied by the angry scolding of the taxi driver, "Little Face, don't let me see you next time."

, otherwise I will hit you once!" The taxi went away and got into the rolling traffic. The ringtone stopped, like the sound of the night being cut. However, as Huo Rufeng breathed a sigh of relief, the devil-like sound rang out again. Huo Rufeng took a deep breath, adjusted his facial expression, and quickly answered the call, "Fuck... Godfather!" In San Francisco, the United States, in a private manor several thousand meters away from the suburbs. The evening breeze moved lightly, swaying the shadows of trees. Ichiro Fujiwara returned to the manor to rest after another commercial dinner. He not only had this property in the United States, but not only the private manor in San Francisco, but also many of his properties in Los Angeles. Most of the time he did not rest in this private manor. The manor was usually used to receive guests or hold banquets, but it was obvious that the banquet was only one or two in a year.

"Where to go--" In the front seat, the taxi driver looked suspiciously at the man who was wearing famous brands behind him but was sitting for rent, with a look of contempt. In his opinion, Huo Rufeng's famous brands looked like a slutty person who looked like a slutty person, and was obviously a slutty person who was kept by a woman, so he was very impatient in his tone. "Where are you going..." Huo Rufeng's eyes flashed, and the wonderful sound of the music ringtone seemed to Huo Rufeng like a devil's soul-urging curse. While driving the car, the driver looked back at him impatiently, "Where are you asking?" Huo Rufeng's eyes flashed. The beautiful sound of the music ringtone seemed to Huo Rufeng like a demon's soul-urging curse. While driving, the driver looked back at him impatiently, "Where are you asking?"
Chapter completed!