Thirty-two said in a deep voice: "I only work for money, not for anyone."

“Isn’t it the same for money and for me?”

"It's different, the money is pure, and you're mean."

Yang Fuhua smiled and said, "I am indeed a despicable villain, but what about you, what are you? You are just a cold-blooded and ruthless killing machine."

"You're right. I'm afraid the only one who can be friends with a despicable villain is a machine like me."

After saying this, Thirty-two disappeared again.

Yang Fuhua immediately picked up the walkie-talkie beside him, shouted with a cold face: "A man with silver hair just left me, remember, don't mess with him!"

After killing Tony, a confidant, Yang Fuhua entered the bedroom and slept for peace of mind. When he came out again, the room had been cleaned up and the broken chandeliers were replaced with new ones.

To him, Shinichi Uesugi is just a dog. Even if Tony doesn't kill him, Yang Fuhua will find an opportunity to send him back. It is a taboo for him to ask for honor. Let him live, and maybe he will sell himself at any time.

As for those dead bodyguards, it is enough for each person to give some money to settle down. As the weak, their deaths will not make Yang Fuhua feel sympathetic, because this world follows the jungle law of survival of the fittest, and the weak have no reason to exist.

Only Yang Fuhua himself was in the huge room. The valuable Yingju speaker was turned on, and the wonderful Beethoven Sixth Symphony was heard. The round and surging sound made him feel a sense of immersive reality.

Listening to music after killing is a great enjoyment for Yang Fuhua, just like drugs that make him unable to stop.

As night fell, a black Buick SUV drove in and stopped at the door of Yang Fuhua's villa. The door was opened, and a man and a woman walked out of it.

The woman's hair was neatly combed neatly, wearing a cheongsam with a red background and a snow-white mink coat, which looked noble and elegant. She was wearing a bright pink lip gloss, her delicate eyebrows, and the orange-red blush on her face added a bit of beauty. Her Tunqiu and the mountains on her chest were full, and her lotus steps were very charming.

Anyone who sees such a woman will have the idea of ​​sin.

The man next to her was very different from her, with a blue-black face, as if he had been wiped with a grey under the pot. His eyes were big and abrupt, and he looked very energetic. He was wearing a thick leather jacket, but he could not hide his strong anger. If he suddenly appeared in the middle of the night, life would scare people to death.

After arriving at the door, the man took out a business card and handed it to the bodyguard guarding the door. The bodyguard looked around and found that the three words Zidiantang were immediately in awe. When he saw the words behind, he was even more shocked.

The man waved his hand, and the bodyguard immediately bent over and returned the business card with both hands. Because in his identity, he was not worthy of the business card at all.

The bodyguard made a notice on the walkie-talkie. After receiving the approval, he opened the door and made a respectful gesture of invitation and let the two in. The bodyguard holding the electronic instrument then came over and checked it briefly, confirming that they did not carry any weapons before finally letting them go.

In order to show his sufficient respect, Yang Fuhua changed into a well-tailored suit and stood straight in the reception room waiting.

After seeing the woman, Yang Fuhua immediately rushed over, picked up her bare hands and kissed her, with a warm smile on her face, and said, "Miss Chuxia, you can come here really makes the humble house shine."

The woman smiled calmly and said, "Everyone in China knows that when you come to Qinhai City, no one will have to pay a visit to Mr. Yang if you don't visit me. I'm a little abrupt today, and I hope I won't be surprised."

Yang Fuhua smiled with a flattering smile and said, "Where are you saying this? Who doesn't know about Miss Liu Chuxia of Zidian Hall? Mr. Mu Rongjie is in charge of Zidian Hall, but you are in charge of Mr. Mu, hahaha..."

The two of them were polite for a while, Yang Fuhua turned to look at the man with a blue-black face and asked, "I don't know this person is..."

"He is the altar master of our Zidian Hall, and is called Qinggui."

Yang Fuhua reached out and shook him, patted his arm, and said, "Mr. Qinggui's name is well-known. In the Zidian Hall, your status is second only to Mr. Mu Rongjie. I have long admired you, but I have never seen you. I finally met you today. It's a blessing in my life."

Qing Gui laughed twice in response to the situation, but his smile was very ugly, just like a little ghost crying.

"You go out and stay for a while, Mr. Yang and I have something to say." After Liu Chuxia gave the order, Qinggui immediately walked out.

Liu Chuxia sat down on the sofa, lifted her skirt high, put her legs together, and the slit extended upwards until the base of her thighs, and even the soft and delicate meat could be seen faintly.

Yang Fuhua glanced at him greedily before saying with a smile: "Miss Chuxia is here to visit this time, I don't know what's going on?"

Liu Chuxia stroked his long hair, raised the height of the chest, blinked his big eyes, looked back and forth on Yang Fuhua, and said with a charming look: "Mr. Yang is handsome and free and easy, and has a dignified appearance. He is indeed a dragon and phoenix among people."

Yang Fuhua, who has been through a long time, is naturally not a elm-head. He leaned forward and said, "You are a mischievous. I am still the beautiful lady in the early summer. I have always admired her very much. If time could go back a few years and meet you before you and Mr. Mu got together, I would definitely go crazy for you."

Liu Chuxia's beautiful eyes turned and said, "Why do you have to go back in time? Can't you go crazy now?"

The evil fire in Yang Fuhua's heart was stirred up and ran around. He smiled and bowed and said, "Of course I thought, but the leader of Group Mu would kill me."

Liu Chuxia chuckled, stretched out her fingers like peeling onions, poked Yang Fuhua's forehead, and said, "You men are all sentient beings. No one is good, so do you. But I never thought that the handsome and elegant Young Master Yang didn't even dare to steal food. It was so disgusting."

"Don't dare? Humph, my lust is even more courageous than the sky." Yang Fuhua walked behind her, put his chin on her shoulder, and said softly.

Liu Chuxia's pretty face was blushing, like Sheng and her blooming peach blossoms. She bit her thin lips and smiled playfully and said, "Aren't you afraid that he will take your life?"

"What is a life worthy of being able to possess a beautiful woman like you once?"

Liu Chuxia smiled gently and leaned her head against his chest.

"Miss Chuxia, you came here not only to let me enjoy the beauty. You and I are both smart people. Although I, Yang Fuhua, knowing that my charm is limited and not as good as you are obsessed with." Yang Fuhua narrowed his eyes and said.

Liu Chuxia nodded and said, "You guy is self-aware, I'm here to discuss the deal with you."

"Trade? The big tycoon of the dark forces, Zidiantang, will also talk to people about transactions?"

Liu Chuxia showed a gloomy face, sighed, and said, "I think I am Liu Chuxia, who is so beautiful and youthful, but she follows an old man in her sixties. If it were you, would you be willing?"

"Of course not."

"According to common sense, Mu Rongjie is so old that he should have retreated to the second line, but he insists on taking over the group's entire organization. Do you think he is trying to die!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!