The night is as dark as ink.

There are sporadic lights on the top of the silent building.

Two men stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window talking about something.

"I always feel that someone is targeting us. When those foreign immortals fought with our army in full swing, the price of gold in the city would definitely soar, but several large gold stores were stolen, resulting in limited amounts of exchange for us. I still feel that there is something wrong with this," said a man with sunglasses.

"Nancheng is just a small place. It is not difficult to control the stock market, real estate market, and gold. Nowadays, the rich are the masters. If everything goes well, we are still the king behind the city." A middle-aged bald man replied.

"Now we have achieved most of the time. In terms of the real estate market, there is actually a woman owning one-third of the property in Nancheng."

"Does she have a background?"

"No, just a performer."

"Have you found someone to talk to her?"

"I've talked about it, she won't eat it."

"I really can't do it, so I did it."

"It's not a big deal to die these days. There is no need to kill anyone. You can beat him and be obedient."

"I heard that the opera singer is pretty good. If you have the chance to bring her over, it will definitely be a good thing."

"Haha, that's what it means."

"cheers!"

The two raised their red wine glasses in their hands.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

There was a sound of someone knocking on the door.

"Who will come here so late?" The young man with sunglasses turned around and said in surprise.

"I don't know, I'll go and see if it's a courier or a takeaway. These people have no strength at all."

The bald man walked to the door and yelled impatiently: "Who is it?"

He kept breaking through the door without warning and pinching his throat.

Another loud noise, and the door fell down.

"Who are you?" The young man with sunglasses did not respond to anything and asked loudly.

"The soul of the deceased tells the injustice, and the Sharo iron tree blooms and tells that it is not easy to become a demon..."

"What do you want to say?" The bald man struggled, he was overwhelmed by the collapsed door panel.

"I want to say it's really easy to be a bad guy." The man stepped on the door panel and said politely: "Hello, I'm here to send you on the road, my name is Ling Feng."

Ling Feng shook his hands, and a lot of fine sand fell from his hands.

The young man with sunglasses ran to the desk, opened the drawer and took out a pistol, opened the security and pointed it at Ling Feng.

The young man thought he was sure to win and said proudly: "Who killed whom now? Tell me, who sent you?"

"You pointed the pistol at the wrong person, don't look at me, there is someone behind you." Ling Feng shook his head and said.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? I'll believe your nonsense?" The young man took out his pistol and fired several shots at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng didn't even hide, and was shot three times in the chest, falling to the ground without a sound.

The young man took off his sunglasses and his eyes were full of indifference.

"He didn't lie to you, there was really someone behind you."

At this moment, a cold air was blowing in his ears, and the young man was shocked and turned around and fired several shots.

However, no one was behind him.

"Stop playing, I have something to do." Ling Feng, who had already fallen to the ground, stood up again, and some sand spread out from his body, and three bullets were also present.

When the young man saw that Ling Feng was not dead, he screamed in shock. However, an invisible force broke his hands and knelt on the ground by a force.

The clown's face with ink was revealed behind the young man.

"Ling Feng, your sand armor is getting stronger and stronger." The clown laughed loudly.

"Excessive award."

Lan Tong once sent some food to Li Wan several times. Li Wan would not owe others favors, so she brought them many books on controlling spirits.

Lan Tong, Ling Feng, and the Joker are all extremely smart people.

As time goes by, it becomes more and more powerful.

Soon, the bald and the young man in sunglasses knelt in front of Ling Feng.

"Life or death depends on you. I just want to ask you a few questions, and I hope you will answer honestly."

"As long as you let us go, we will give us money, and we will answer truthfully whatever we ask." The bald man was a little scared and thought to know that these people were superpowers with his butt.

"You are the Jinyiwei."

"What Jinyiwei? I don't know what you will say." Even though the young man was deprived of his hands, he threw him into quibbling.

Ling Feng smiled and kicked the young man in the stomach, kicking him on the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the glass shook again and again.

"We really don't know what you are talking about." The bald man shook his head in a hurry.

Ling Feng didn't say anything, picked up the young man's gun, and shot him continuously.

"Ahhhh... I said, I'll tell you what you want to know." As the bullets flew around, the young man finally panicked: "We are the Jinyiwei!"

"Look at it, my temper is getting worse and worse now. Since I found you, I will not be aimless! Tell me what your Jinyiwei is doing now?" Ling Feng found a chair, picked up the red wine on the table and started drinking it.

The bald man looked at Ling Feng drinking red wine and said in pain: "The few sips you just drank are worth more than 10 million."

"I'm rich enough, let's talk about it." Ling Feng looked at the English on the bottle, and did not think the wine was different.

"The Jinyiwei is our internal slogan. Although we can make a lot of money, in fact, we just help others manage assets. Just like the big guys in the investment club outside, operating everywhere to double the investors' assets. The difference is that we manage gray assets, and we can only store in the dark and use various methods to whiten the huge wealth." The young man said slowly.

"Do you know this person?" Ling Feng took out a photo of his wife, and the young man quickly shook his head.

Ling Feng took out another photo, but this photo was just a back view.

When the young man saw this back, he looked very flustered and kept shaking his head and said, "I don't know."

Ling Feng pointed a gun at the bald middle-aged man: "Where are you?"

"I don't know either. It's just a back. How do I know who it is?" the bald middle-aged man swallowed and spitted.

"Oh, I understand." Ling Feng picked up a telephone cable and wrapped it around the bald head's feet.

"What do you want to do?" asked the bald man in a panic.

Ling Feng dragged him to the floor-to-ceiling window. The floor-to-ceiling window where the young man was just now was covered with cracks. Ling Feng broke the glass and threw the bald man down.

If Ling Feng hadn't tightened his phone line, the bald man would have died instantly.

The bald screams and cries were very shrill.

"Do you understand? As long as I let go, you will say goodbye to the world." Ling Feng's voice was not loud, even very gentle.

"I know, I know. That person is..."

"You're crazy, say it, we'll all die." The young man shouted.

"If you don't say it, you will die now." Ling Feng put another piece of the phone line in his hand.

"Ah, that person has never had a face-to-face photo, and I don't know what he looks like, but I know that his nickname is Dong Ge. He has a huge amount of funds that we need to operate, so he is considered our old customer."

"I said it a long time ago, I don't have to suffer so much." Ling Feng laughed.

"Now, we will all die, are you happy? Although I don't know his address, I know his phone number." The young man cursed with a discouragement, as if he knew that he could not live anymore.

"You can't die, at most you will be exiled." At this time, a person came in at the door, and this person was Lan Tong.

"I will send you to the deserted desert where the scenery is unique."
Chapter completed!