When the police arrived at the scene, they were destined to be unable to find any evidence. Ma Liu had already changed into a clean set of clothes in the car and was smoking violently. His eyes were still so red that it was scary. The mistress who had always been accustomed to laughing and laughing shut up for the first time. Xiaohu came to drive, while Ma Liu sat on the side with his eyes closed.

"Brother, please send you back to Fenglinyuan. You should have a good rest!" Xiaohu said with some distress.

Ma Liu shook his head, took out his cell phone, called Qin Wanxue and said that he would not go back to bed if he had something to do at night. Qin Wanxue said yes, but did not ask Ma Liu for safety, so he hung up the phone.

I went directly to the hotel where Alisa was. Alisa picked up Maliu at the gate, and hugged Maliu's arm in the surprised eyes of the front desk waiter.

After taking a shower, Ma Liu's expression returned to calm, but he was exhausted. Although Alisha was hooligan, this woman was not stupid. She saw that Ma Liu looked a little wrong and knew what Ma Liu did tonight. She took the initiative to sit next to Ma Liu to rub his legs and his arms and was obedient. This made Ma Liu feel a little uncomfortable and smiled, what's wrong? This doesn't look like your style? Alisha smiled and said, "I think you're tired, why don't we be that one tonight, let's have a vacation!"

Ma Liu almost burst into laughter with a puff, but his hair was standing up all over his body and said with a smile, "You're not kidding, this is even more like your style." Alisa used her little hand to fumble at the base of Ma Liu's thighs, and then she smiled and said, "Dear, I'm not a female hooligan. If you want to talk about hooligans, it's also you."

Silently, how could Ma Liu lose that breath and directly threw Alisa on the sofa.

Men can be tired, but how can men make women look down on them? If they are tired, they will not hand in their homework? How can that be?

Maliu was romantic and happy in the hotel, striving for the dignity of men, like a hardworking old cow working in the rich water-rich field of Alisa. As a result, dry land turned into paddy fields, and there were signs of flooding and uncontrollable.

On the other hand, Han Shaotang was in a daze in the office of the nightclub, looking at the group of brothers in front of him, and said, "Are Nian Chun's body taken away by them?"

A brother nodded and was silent.

Nian Chun, his most capable assistant, died and was assassinated on his territory. This made him feel dull and dangerous. An hour ago he was ambitious to compete with Ma Liuyi for a long time, but an hour later, he suddenly felt a little lonely and lonely.

What he is thinking about now is the matter of Nianchun. People cannot be resurrected by death. Now he is considering his other arm, Xiaofeng, who is his most trusted brother. He is in charge of the thousands of brothers under his command. To be honest, the group of people below are also loyal to Xiaofeng. Many people are definitely far from him in love with Xiaofeng. I just called the venue in Xinzhuang. Xiaofeng has not been there, and the regular customer who is looking for Xiaofeng there left quietly. This made Han Shaotang feel even more uneasy. He has sent people to find Xiaofeng along the way, and dozens of brothers have been sent together. He has a premonition that Xiaofeng seems to have been trapped in a conspiracy tonight, a huge conspiracy.

Han Shaotang himself was also afraid of death. He always felt that others could kill Nianchun, so it would not be difficult to kill him. So he drew eight masters from his brothers to Nianchun's office to protect him. In the outside hall, except for the five or six hundred brothers he temporarily transferred, the other waiters and ladies were put back by him. There were dozens of brothers outside the office guarding him.

It is 11:30 p.m. If it were before, it was still open normally, but it closed early today. Han Shaotang was not willing to operate now. Besides, even if it was open normally, no one would dare to come. So many police officers came to the scene today, which scared the guests away.

"Liangzi, Xiaofeng has no news yet?" Han Shaotang asked the brother in charge again.

Liangzai looks smart, in her twenties, with yellow hair and earrings. She looks really handsome and stylish, but at this moment she is also worried and quickly said carefully: "Yes, Mr. Han!"

Han Shaotang grabbed the wine glass on the table and slammed it on the wall not far away, with a pale face. He said nothing.

Suddenly a brother came in and reported that the Eighth Master had suddenly come. Han Shaotang repeatedly said he had invited him. After that, he took the initiative to stand up and prepare to greet him. Unexpectedly, Eighth Master, Mr. Mu and a young monk had already stepped into the office door, and no one outside dared to stop the brothers outside.

"Eighth Master!" Han Shaotang called on Eighth Master and the other two to sit down, feeling a little aggrieved. He felt so depressed that he felt a little depressed. He shouted, but there was nothing left.

The Eighth Master still looked calm and said, "I already know about Nianchun, so I come and take a look."

"Thank you, Master Eight." Han Shaotang finally recovered a little calmer and didn't look too emotional.

Suddenly, the bright boy's cell phone rang just now, and everyone stared at him, making him not sure whether he should answer it.

"Come on!" Han Shaotang said in a deep voice, with a little excited on his face.

Liangzai only then answered, but after hearing a few words, his face became extremely ugly. He hung up the phone and looked at Han Shaotang. Liangzai didn't know how to speak.

"Dead?" Han Shaotang took a deep breath.

Liangzai nodded and after a long time he squeezed out a few words: "All dead."

Han Shaotang could no longer control his emotions. He slapped his face hard on the table, his face turned red, and he said with a trembling trembling: "Ma Liu, I am irreconcilable with you, I want to kill you!"

The Eighth Master frowned slightly, looked at Han Shaotang and said, "What happened?"

Han Shaotang said excitedly: "Xiaofeng and the four little King Kongs under my command were killed and killed by Ma Liu!"

Master Eight said oh, narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that Ma Liu is really angry."

Having said that, the Eighth Master was in a very good mood. The reason why he set up a plan to abolish A Bing was actually just trying to vent his anger by himself, and at the same time he could arouse Ma Liu's anger. He believed that Ma Liu would eat persimmons and find soft pinches, and would find Han Shaotang as soon as possible, which would weaken Han Shaotang's strength and make Ma Liu fall into another conspiracy. Judging from the current situation, everything was developing according to his plan, so he was naturally happy.

Of course, Master Eight was happy and his face would not be revealed. Han Shaotang was really angry at this time. He slapped his hands back and forth and waved back and forth in front of Master Eight for several times, while muttering angrily that he wanted to take revenge. At this time, he had long forgotten his relationship with Master Eight.

Mr. Mu frowned and tried to speak, but was stopped by Master Eighth. Master Eighth said, "Now is not the time for you to be excited. I think you'd better be more at peace these days and don't go anywhere. I've sent you a bodyguard, I guess you'll need it."

Han Shaotang was stunned. Seeing the young monk pointing to the side of the Eighth Master, Han Shaotang turned his mind and said that when he was dealing with Abing, he had never seen the monk take action. However, it was fake to recommend him to protect him. It was probably almost the same to monitor him. With such an idea, Han Shaotang didn't say much and agreed directly. He thought that he had at least two thousand people under his command, so Han Shaotang laughed silently. This monk came to protect him? He thought it was so funny!

The Eighth Master chatted with Han Shaotang for a few words and said goodbye to Mr. Mu. The young monk sat there all the time, not standing up to see him off. Han Shaotang on the side didn't care about this detail.

After the Eighth Master left, Han Shaotang asked the young monk's name, and the latter said he was named Wuming Monk. Han Shaotang ignored it and directly prepared to discuss revenge with Liangzai's brothers. He didn't expect that the monk on the side had just gotten up, and said coldly: "Didn't you hear the words of Eighth Master clearly? You can't move around, otherwise it doesn't matter if you die, Eighth Master will lose one ally!"

Han Shaotang smiled repeatedly, thinking that the Eighth Master was really not kind, and sneered: "Don't forget, Eighth Master asked you to be a bodyguard. You only need to be responsible for my safety. You should not care about other things. You can ignore them. Of course, if you feel wronged, you can leave. I have so many brothers under my command, so I can't protect you."

The monk still said in a cold tone: "Anyway, you can't act without permission. Stay here with peace of mind and don't go anywhere!"

"Get out!" Han Shaotang couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly roared.

The monk was still not angry, and even showed a smile. The smile had a bit of contempt and had a strong sense of meaning.

Han Shaotang had never suffered such contempt. He was already hit and stimulated tonight. Now he was being controlled by a bodyguard. How could he get rid of this disgusting in his heart? Besides, he could understand the Eighth Master now, purely using it. He suddenly figured out a truth before, why did Eighth Master look for an opportunity to destroy A Bing, saying that he was removing one of Maliu's arms for him, but in fact he used Maliu to deal with him.

At this moment, Han Shaotang no longer had much hope for the Eighth Master and cursed sinisterly: "Bald donkey, you can disappear from me, now, that's now!"

The monk suddenly flashed and he arrived in front of Han Shaotang. In just a moment, Han Shaotang felt his feet off the ground and his throat was pinched by a big hand like a pliers, making him breathless and his face turned pale.

Liangzai and others felt a flash in front of them. The monk actually raised Han Shaotang with one hand and was shocked. However, he subconsciously attacked the monk. Unfortunately, the monk just waved his backhand, and Liangzai was the first to be the first to be hit. With a click, his arm, who was originally known for his arm strength, broke his arm. Another brother who rushed fast was kicked far away by the monk's backhand, and smashed the desk with a clang, and mixed some information and items on the desk.

The monk's every move had already ruined Han Shaotang's two masters. When the remaining six people saw Han Shaotang raise their hands and signal not to come over, they stopped together, and secretly complained that they would be glad to hold Liangzai and the brother who almost fainted. The latter was even more miserable, with three broken ribs and blood emitting from the corners of their mouths.

Putting Han Shaotang down, the monk said word by word: "Don't mess with me, don't talk about you, I don't even buy the Eighth Master, let alone you, you'd better listen to me and don't go anywhere. Otherwise, if Ma Liu doesn't kill you, I will kill you!"
Chapter completed!