Eternal Son-in-law

C309 Intercept



C309 Intercept

A man with a cigarette in his mouth, his hair like a chicken's nest upside down on his head, walked over and said with a smile, "Seems like the result wasn't satisfactory?"    

    

"Your master has appeared." Chu Xinghe said with a smile, "The brothers didn't get along, he shouldn't have appeared."    

    

"If he doesn't appear, with that mad dog's personality, he will definitely clash head-on with Hsiao Hee. If Wu Tie hurt Hsiao Hee, or even killed him, then Su Yun would be closer to the Young Master. both emotionally and commercially. " The old demon analyzed.    

    

Chu Xinghe still had that smile on his face, as if he wasn't surprised that his "friend" would see through his plan.    

    

However, he was wrong about one thing. It was not that Mo Quan killed Hsiao Hee, but Hsiao Hee would kill Mo Quan.    

    

Since this person was Hsiao Hee, then Su Yun would approach him without any hesitation.    

    

Chu Xinghe wouldn't resort to any underhanded methods in the business competition. This didn't mean that he wouldn't make an exception for the sake of his beloved woman.    

    

He had had enough of being led away by Hsiao Hee. He needed to fight back, to fight back thoroughly.    

    

Chu Xinghe knocked on the windowsill and pointed at something else, "Could it be that Mo Xuanyuan knows something?"    

    

"It's possible. "With Mo Xuanyuan's personality, would he tell Hsiao Hee directly?" The old demon raised an eyebrow.    

    

"Of course not. If he does that, he won't be qualified to be my opponent. " Chu Xinghe said with a face full of certainty, "If it's like this, Hsiao Hee will only suspect that Mo Xuanyuan is shirking his responsibilities."    

    

"Then those scenes we installed are dangerous." The old demon said thoughtfully.    

    

"No, they'll be all right. Mo Xuanyuan is a smart person. When he doesn't have any evidence to prove this, those actors will still be alive, and they can only be alive better. "    

    

"What about the other chess piece? Should I secretly —" The old demon stopped mid-sentence.    

    

If he went out, some people would shut their mouths forever.    

    

"No need, it's too late to make a move now. Besides, your identity is still of great use. Why do you need to do something so stupid as exposing your identity just for some sesame seeds?" Chu Xinghe shook his head.    

    

Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned around and sighed with emotion to the old demon.    

    

"This Hsiao Hee is really an unreasonable person."    

    

Chu Xinghe looked at the cold moonlight in the sky. "I thought that based on his character, even if Mo Quan didn't die, he would still be crippled."    

    

"He's very strong, and I heard that he's even from the dragon race." The old demon said with an amiable tone.    

    

"Dragon?"    

    

Chu Xinghe was slightly surprised, then suddenly smiled in realization, "No wonder he had no scruples all this time. It's because he has such a big backer."    

    

He really didn't think that Hsiao Hee was actually from the government.    

    

One had to know that the reason why these hidden families lived in seclusion.    

    

It was because of the disagreement with the Chinese government regarding martial arts cultivation.    

    

The aristocratic families all thought that they should build a strong country.    

    

But the Chinese government gave up this great opportunity to make China rise for the sake of those citizens of Dawn who were powerless.    

    

However, there were only a handful of Golden Core Stage experts in the various families today. If they couldn't defeat the government, they could only choose to live in seclusion, and clearly forbid Golden Core Stage experts from entering the world.    

    

This is a mutual agreement that the two sides tacitly reached.    

    

"According to the news, he still has the identity of a dragon, and he's not simple at all." The old demon kindly reminded. He wanted Chu Xinghe to know that Hsiao Hee was not that easy to get rid of.    

    

"Is there anything simple about those monsters?" Chu Xinghe's gaze seemed to extend into the endless night. His wise eyes continuously flashed, but no one knew what he was thinking about.    

    

Hsiao Hee and the rest sat in Sun Yanran's car along the road at the edge of the city, all the way until the entrance of the southern suburbs.    

    

As Sun Yanran's BMW sped along, the roar of the engine was the first to tear the dead silence of the night in the southern part of the city.    

    

The transvestite and Skinny Monkey's cars followed closely behind at lightning speed. Only after they were completely safe did the convoy stop.    

    

Hsiao Hee opened the car door and got out. Very quickly, the transvestite man and monkey got out of the car and walked towards Hsiao Hee.    

    

"How is it? Do you want to find a place to sit? " Hsiao Hee asked with a smile.    

    

"No need." The man smiled and shook his head.    

    

He glanced at Sun Yanran, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and said, "I'm not an untactful person, so I won't disturb you guys at this time. It's getting late, I have to go back and greet Old Man."    

    

He didn't thank Hsiao Hee for this, because he knew that Hsiao Hee didn't need this.    

    

"We'll ask in the morning. Who would greet him in the middle of the night?" Hsiao Hee joked.    

    

"No problem, I'm used to it." The transvestite said with a smile, "I know what to do."    

    

Hsiao Hee waved at them and then got into Sun Yanran's BMW sports car.    

    

Skinny Monkey also said to the man, "Let's meet again another day." Then he followed closely behind Sun Yanran's car.    

    

The two cars flew out of sight one after the other.    

    

The transvestite man did not get on the carriage, but stood quietly in the empty wilderness.    

    

At this moment, his face was abnormally calm. Even his eyelids twitched a little.    

    

When the driver saw him standing outside, he also got out of the car and walked over to him.    

    

It was a slightly plump middle-aged man in glasses. He looked like he was in his forties.    

    

"Young Master Xue, where should we go next?"    

    

"Uncle Zhang, you were the one who arranged all the activities tonight. It's still so early, you're not going to let me go back and hug my pillow and sleep, are you?" The transvestite man looked at the middle-aged man and chuckled.    

    

"Of course not." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I know a place where the women are great. I'll call Sun Shao'an for two girls to clean up the bad luck from before. "    

    

"It's good to sweep away the unlucky air." The transvestite man laughed and said, "But, they wouldn't also dislike me as a sissy, right?"    

    

"This, Young Master Xue, they wouldn't dare." The middle-aged man's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he smiled apologetically in embarrassment.    

    

"Why would I not dare? Isn't that what the bitches with the Chinese colors do? " The man said with a sneer. His delicate face also turned sinister.    

    

"Young Master Xue, I will definitely make arrangements in advance this time. There will never be such a problem again! " The middle-aged man immediately patted his chest in assurance, his voice trembling.    

    

"You've arranged everything this time?" Why didn't you arrange it well last time? " The demon man shouted coldly.    

    

When he was angry, his voice became sharper.    

    

This was not something he could control. His demonic-looking attitude was due to him failing his research in medicine, which was why he was so virtuous.    

    

"Uncle Zhang, why did the plane that I returned from my hometown in Dianchi Lake land on the east side of the city? Why not the southern airport? And why did you ask to go to the Chinese color shop? " The transvestite man's eyes were sharp, as he vowed to find out the answer.    

    


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