PS:
This afternoon, need to take a car back to Zhenjiang.
Update in the evening!
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The barrel of the gun pressed against his body was intimidating.
But Ye Xuan acted nonchalant. With a facial expression showing complete indifference, he walked boldly in front of everyone, a cigarette in his mouth, a faint smile on his face, walking casually.
Very quickly.
Ye Xuan was taken to a remote hotel.
"The boss is waiting for you."
A man in a suit said sharply.
"Oh."
Ye Xuan nodded, giving a bitter smile.
This bunch of bastards, making it look so real.
He walked alone into the hotel, arriving at a room guarded by bodyguards.
The bodyguard, with a face like carved from stone, sharp features, wearing sunglasses, glanced coldly at Ye Xuan and said indifferently, "Did Sang Biao send you?"
"Yeah."
Ye Xuan took a drag of his cigarette, smiled slightly, and responded.
"Heh, looks like they really don't care if you live or die."
