These people, all of them were suits and ties, and looked delicate. Among them, there was a figure who had not seen for a long time, still holding their hands in their pockets, and their eyes were cold.

"Smoke!" he said.

One of the men in the suit took out a cigarette and handed it over with both hands. When he raised his eyes and looked at his eyes, he couldn't help but shivered. Li Bisha looked at him expressionlessly, with a cold look in his eyes.

"Like a bear, can you scare you like this by handing over cigarettes?" Li Bisha mocked her.

The man in the suit did not dare to make a sound, so he could only look away instantly, lower his head, and no longer look at Li Bisha's eyes.

It turned out that he had not stood beside Mei Xiong for a long time, nor had he shown up, and retreated behind the scenes. He was personally responsible for what he said, "Long-term plan"? Watching people! How great can he have? In the past, Li Bisha felt that this was the work his younger brothers did. But now his successive defeats have made him slowly alert and he wanted to take revenge! He dreamed that every time he thought of the disabled hands, he would be inflamed. In his words, only when he saw that person's departure with his own eyes would he believe it! Only by turning that person into himself with his own hands would he be willing.

After so many years, every time I eat, I can't even serve the bowl well, just like a useless person. In the past, he was singing and singing every night, but now? He is a disabled person. No matter how many girls he gives him, he will end his addiction and addiction. If this continues, Li Bisha feels that he always has to be inferior.

The arrogance of the past turned into silence, and the laughter of the past turned into pain. Every time he thought of this, he became extremely irritable. The hatred-filled heart made him gradually feel that he was a little schizophrenia.

That person! He must die, he told himself again and again! That person naturally refers to Qiu Han.

In fact, Li Bisha once tore their hatred with Mei Xiong. Their disability was given by Zhuzi and Lan Shang, and the direct one was not Qiu Han. But as soon as they thought that all the plans came from Qiu Han and the core of the situation was Qiu Han, they grafted all the hatred to Qiu Han. They believed that only by wielding the knife Qiu Han would the other two be fine.

In fact, they could do it in advance, but they were arrogant again. They were confident that they had to wait for Qiu Han, Lan Shang and bamboo to reunite, and they pulled it up together. They were proud! I don’t know why this is? Li Bisha once advised Mei Xiong to attack Qiu Han earlier, but he was stopped by Mei Xiong again and again. He thought for a long time before he knew the answer: they were originally four brothers, but now they are three. Mei Xiong is not only a useless man, but also an abandoned outsider. He wanted to see their painful end, and even at the same time, he saw them hugging each other painfully, and then despise them badly, aren’t they brothers? Isn’t they like brothers?

However, the thoughts are always so full, but the reality is still so skinny. The core is Qiu Han, and the core is gone. Mei Xiong feels that everything that has brought them will disappear. The idea is so beautiful and tempting.

But what about the facts? The two of them didn't know the facts. Perhaps they were still a little naive, so naive that they didn't understand what true brotherhood was!

Li Bisha took a cigarette in his mouth and took two "clicks" and swallowed it, then vomited it out directly. He still did not touch his disabled hands throughout the whole process.

After two puffs of cigarettes, Li Bisha said, "Let's go, it's time to do something, a rare opportunity for gods!" After saying that, his face was filled with the smile of the winner.

He spitted out cigarette butts casually, and soon the few people disappeared in the corner of the building. Li Bisha was a little proud. He hadn't been so happy for a long time.

I really have to thank Chen Ximo of Zhongyu Group. If it weren't for him, they might have attracted the attention of others even when they approached this building. After all, they had no hands and followed some younger brothers. Although these younger brothers had already changed into suits, the "spoken melon and cracked" breath between their eyebrows was still undoubtedly sprinkled.

Chen Ximo used the identity of Zhongyu's senior management to say hello to the building's custody office, and successfully took a small office and completed the handover procedures. He also invited the top management of the building's custody office to have a meal and handed over a few cigarettes. He brought Li Bisha with him, and the matter was not very laborious about a few glasses of wine, so everything became as smooth as the flowing water.

Li Bisha can be said to be a little proud of the spring breeze now. He never thought that he would come into contact with Qiu Han so close. It was not that he could not get close to him, nor did he dare to. The positive approach would only make him useless.

Back in this small office and looking at the clear pictures on the computer, Li Bisha felt that this was his most proud work. Looking at the people entering and leaving the elevator entrance of Zhongyu Group, he felt that he had mastered the passage of life and death of Zhongyu Group.

Unfortunately, he failed to enter, otherwise it would be like shaking Zhongyu's throat. Isn't it easy to avenge the revenge of the broken palm back then?

However, this seemingly intelligent thing is unknown how to describe it. When Li Bisha and the others turned around and disappeared in the corner, the eyes not far from their backs had already seen through all this. Even all their movements had already been clearly touched, but they had not moved for a long time...

At the same time, at the entrance of Kunshan Prison, a young man, more than seven feet tall, stood barely on the prison square. He enjoyed the wantonness of the cold wind, which seemed to him that there was no coldness. More than a free breath. Yes! He was free, this was the feeling he had been missing for a long time. This moment finally came, more than two years. He was waiting for the night and was suffering, and at this moment he finally felt relaxed.

His eyes are big, his nose is high, and his mouth is handsome. His denim outfit and a pair of military leather boots make him look extremely energetic and exudes a burst of power all over his body.

He seemed to be waiting for someone?

When a cigarette was used, two imported Range Rover of the same model drove over not far away and stopped at his feet. The door was not opened, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

After a long time, the car door in front was finally opened, and four people came down. Looking at the bald man, he shouted in unison: "Brother Hu! I've picked you up home!"

The sound was loud and stinged the eardrums. Hu Zi looked at the brothers he had pulled up with one hand, his eyes were a little wet. He had never thought about it for two years, and they were still used to calling him Brother Hu!

Who says brothers are ruthless? Who says trash is unrighteous?
Chapter completed!