"Oh, I didn't want to harm me, so let's listen to what this recording pen says." Zhou Yu smiled faintly. In Andy's information, Wen Deng was as timid as a mouse, cautious in his work, and insecure.

Then there will definitely be some interesting things in this recording pen found in the safe.

Wen Deng's face changed. How did this guy open the safe? He just said one sentence and made his body kneel down uncontrollably. While begging for mercy, he leaned towards the sofa. "Xiao Yun, I really didn't want to harm you. These photos are what I used to collect."

"Go to die for me." After approaching the sofa, he took out a handful of *** from the sofa mezzanine and shot Zhou Yu wildly.

But just like the last time, the moment his hand touched the **, the gun disappeared, "Why, my gun, my gun."

He really couldn't believe why he had a gun in his hand, but he suddenly disappeared? Could it be that he was dreaming now?

At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold air. When he looked up, a sword with lightning flashing was floating in front of him. Looking at the sword, his heart couldn't help but tremble, as if the sword was about to cut off his head in the next moment.

"Wenden, you are a little dishonest. If you move it a little longer, your head will fall off." Zhou Yu said calmly. In Andy's information, this Wenden was really a careless guy.

The ** they made harmed the entire Southeast Asia, and some of them also flowed into China. Not only that, they also plundered some women who traveled to Southeast Asia for their fun.

Wen Deng looked at the sword in front of him, and there was no courage in his heart. His heart was filled with horror, because the sword was truly suspended in mid-air, with no support around, and there was also the lightning on it.

He kowtowed again without hesitation, "Are you the sword immortal in the legend of China? I was wrong, I was wrong, I told you all, I just want you to let me go."

"Don't quarrel, I haven't finished listening yet." Zhou Yu said lightly. Fenglei Sword seemed to feel his intentions. He stabbed forward suddenly, making Wen Deng so scared that he lay on the ground and did not dare to move.

At this time, the call between Wen Deng and someone continued to play in the recorder, "Tell your subordinates that you avenge the arrested brothers in China. After Zhou Yu left China, he launched an action to retaliate against his family. Our personnel in China will provide you with help, do you understand?"

"Boss, understand, understand." Wen Deng's words appeared from the recorder, and then a busy voice came to an end.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Xiaoyun, no, immortal, immortal, please let me go, I will notify my brothers to cancel this operation immediately." Wen Deng kowtowed again and begged for mercy. Facing such a fairy-like figure, he really couldn't take the courage to resist.

The legendary immortal actually existed. He was sure that this sword was definitely not a special effect. He felt the cold and lightning clearly.

"Who is this person on the phone?" Zhou Yu put the recorder in his hand and tapped him gently.

Wen Deng quickly spoke, "I, I don't know who he is. We all contacted each other by phone and had never met..."

"Oh, if that happens, then you will be useless to me." Zhou Yu said expressionlessly, and with a thought, the Fenglei Sword raised high and prepared to cut it down with one sword.

Seeing the sword raised high above his head, Wenden felt an unprecedented crisis, and his whole heart was about to jump out, shouting: "I said, I said, I have sent someone to investigate. He seems to be the head of the Asian department of the Democratic Foundation, his name is Joseph, but we have never met before, I'm not sure if it was him."

Zhou Yu nodded gently, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the storage ring without saying a word, and began to write poems.

Looking at the things that appeared out of thin air on the table, Wen Deng felt even more frightened, "Immortal, Immortal, I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go, I will definitely change my past in the future, let me make you a cow and a horse, and I have money and a lot of money, I can give you money."

"Oh, how much money do you have? Are you the ones in the safe? I can't buy your life." Zhou Yu stopped pen and asked with interest. There were millions of dollars in the safe, and now they were all in his storage ring.

"No, no, I have one. I have an unlicensed account in the Swiss bank, which contains 20 million US dollars. This is the account information." Wen Deng looked at the sword on his head and quickly spoke, taking out a pen and writing the account information on paper.

Zhou Yu looked at the information on the paper, picked up Wendeng's mobile phone, called Swiss Yinshi, and checked it. It turned out to be 20 million US dollars.

Seeing this scene, Wen Deng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Zhou Yu likes money, he can still save him. He is afraid that the immortals will have no desires and no desires. "Immortals, I didn't lie to you, this is all my belongings, as well as villas and sports cars. If you like it, you can go through the procedures and transfer them to you."

"Oh, 20 million US dollars is your entire family. It seems that you, a famous drug lord on the US list, are not worthy of your name. Then don't stay in the world to waste food." Zhou Yu sneered gently, and the Fenglei Sword was lifted high again, and even the lightning on it became more violent.

Wen Deng could clearly feel the hair on his face at close range, and it was thrust up by lightning.

He quickly said, "I have it, I have it. These are my other two accounts, which add up to $500 million, some stocks and fixed assets proof, and my ownership proof of several jade mines and stores in Myanmar..."

"These are all kept in the safe of the Swiss bank. The password is... Please, let me go." He felt that he would die in the next second and dared not hide it anymore.

"This seems to be a normal drug lord." Zhou Yu picked up the piece of paper and said with a smile.

"Immortal, please let me go. I know I was wrong. I will cancel this operation immediately. After I go back, I will disband the group and donate money to China at the same time." Wen Deng begs for mercy again.

"Since you are wrong, you have to accept punishment. Whether you can survive depends on your luck." Zhou Yu smiled faintly, picked up his pen and continued to write the calligraphy, then gently threw the calligraphy towards him, and sang with a righteous spirit: "A thought arises in a person's mind, and everyone knows it. If good and evil are not rewarded, the universe will have private interests."

At this moment, as he chanted, a white light appeared on his calligraphy and shot straight towards Wen Deng. When he reached his face, the white light suddenly turned into a black, the black that was about to drip down like oil.

Immediately afterwards, figures seemed to appear in the black light, and with miserable screams, they rushed into Wen Deng's eyes.

"What is this, what is this." Wenden shouted in horror, and then he fell into madness. "I didn't kill you, I didn't, don't come to me, don't come to me."

Zhou Yu looked at this scene calmly next to him. This poem was discovered with the poem of good and evil written in Wenyuan Pavilion. That poem is the reward of good and evil, like a shadow, and can show the spirit of good and evil.

And if this poem is not rewarded, the universe will have selfishness. He has also tried it in himself, so that he can quickly recall the good or evil things he had done before.

Later, while pursuing those drug traffickers, I tried it on them and learned the effect of this poem.

If a kind person shows white light, he can get rewards from righteousness and help increase his mind. If an evil person shows black light, he will be punished, including those who have been killed before they transform into seeking life.

This kind of poetry effect may not play a great role for cultivators in the fairy world, but in the earthly world, the good and evil effects of this poem are absolutely invincible.

Wen Deng seemed to be crazy about gaining and losing his mind, his eyes were round, his face was filled with great fear, and he kept scolding at first, but later, he knelt on the ground, his breathing became rapid, and his face showed pain. After a few minutes, he lost his voice, as if he was scared to death.

Zhou Yu took a look, packed up his things, hid his body, and slowly left the villa. If good and evil are not rewarded, the universe will have private interests.

Good and evil are retribution. If there is no retribution, then the heaven and earth will have selfish intentions. This poem comes from Wu Chengen's Journey to the West in the Ming Dynasty.

For a villain like Wenden, if you kill a sword, it will only be too cheap. Letting him enjoy retribution and get the life of the murderer is the most suitable choice.

Afterwards, Zhou Yu headed to the home of Joseph, the director of the Democratic Foundation. Andy spent a lot of effort to find the information, so the information inside was very detailed, and this information from Joseph was also inside.

As the director of the Asia Department of the Foundation, this guy has helped plan many projects and actions.

Unlike the drug lord Windeng, Joseph lives in an office apartment in a bustling neighborhood because it is safer than villas in the suburbs.

Zhou Yu stepped on the Fenglei Sword, hidden his figure, and soon arrived at the office apartment. Standing in the air where Joseph lived, he took out Wendeng's phone number and dialed the phone number called the boss.

"Hey, aren't you telling you that there is no urgent matter, don't call me?" The person on the phone was obviously awakened in his sleep and said impatiently.

Zhou Yu stood by the window and watched Joseph walk from the room to the living room. He smiled and said, "Mr. Joseph, we will meet soon."
Chapter completed!