Sitting in the spacious back seat of x6, Zhao Ziyue moved his cervical spine, stretched his waist, and held a yellow crane tower that Lang Biao respected in his hand, and smiled and said, "Wolf Head, why are you only smoking cigarettes from this brand? Do you also want to ride the yellow crane with the ancients? We have agreed in advance. If you really want to go with the ancients, give me the box of top-quality vodka that you owe me, you must give it to me in advance."

"Go to you, little brat, I'll let me swear, don't worry about choking you to death." Lang Biao, dressed in a black suit in the driver's seat, cursed with a smile. He reached out and took off Cartier sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, turned around, held a black woven bag in his right hand, threw it into the back seat, and said, "Boy, let's change it for you!"

Zhao Ziyue opened the woven bag and saw that he was good at it. From suits to underwear, he had everything, a black Armani suit, a snow-white shirt, and even the tie was black. He had a pair of non-slip leather shoes made of soles, a pair of vacuum headsets, and a pair of golden glasses. In the box, there was a pair of sunglasses that were also Cartier brand. However, Zhao Ziyue's face was not as huge as Lang Biao's, and the black lenses were slightly narrow. Zhao Ziyue tried it on her face, and she felt good and couldn't see her five fingers.

Taking off the sunglasses, Zhao Ziyue smiled bitterly: "I said wolf head, can you not be so cool? This outfit is like a gangster. I'd better avoid it. I'm afraid that wearing it will make you lose your life."

"Boy, I think you are a dog biting Lu Dongbin. You don't know the kindness of a good person. This outfit costs me tens of thousands of dollars, so that you can support me today." Lang Biao said angrily.

"Is that so? You think you're like a clothes rack? If you had known this, you should have hired a male model!" Zhao Ziyue said sarcastically. Then, he was very wasteful and knocked out the cigarette butt on the brown glass on the BMW car. Lang Biao gritted his teeth in the rearview mirror.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Lang Biao slapped the passenger seat with the other hand, and the black leather seat with a look of regret, saying, "Boy, can you be serious? Can the male model use the Bernelli M4 to knock out the sniper rifle? Can the male model use a single knife to slash the 18th Ninja? Can the male model use a single knife to fight against the bazooka? Seriously, boy, I will not hide it from you. I investigated all your files and collected all the information about you, but I still didn't get anything. I just want to know where you went in the five years that have disappeared?" After saying that, Lang Biao simply parked the BMW on the side of the road, turned around, and stared at Zhao Ziyue, his eyes full of urgency.

Looking at Lang Biao's hot gaze, Zhao Ziyue smiled indifferently. She smiled for a full minute, and then said with a sarcastic look: "I?...I am actually a person who shouldn't exist for a long time."

Lang Biao sighed with a suspicion, shook his head and said, "I don't force you if you don't say it. Everyone has their own privacy. Just like me, I have been an orphan since I was a child. Since I came to this world, I have never seen my father and mother. An old hunter picked me up while hunting. He said that at that time, I was crowded with a group of wolf cubs in a wolf den, naked and covered with blood marks. When the old hunter saw that I was pitiful, he took me home and raised me to adulthood. Because I have been strong since I was a child, I have always chased me behind their butts, beating them to cry and call them mother. The old hunter said that I have a wolf nature, so the old hunter named me Lang Biao."

"I didn't expect the wolf head to have such a miserable childhood?" Zhao Ziyue interrupted.

Lang Biao handed Zhao Ziyue another cigarette, and used a gold-toned lighter to help him light it. He also lit it gently and said with a fascination: "Later, the old hunter died, and the people in the village could no longer tolerate me. So I went to a big city, on the streets of the down and out, and lived a life like a beggar. Later, by someone's introduction, I went to Nanyang and worked as a mercenary for eight years. Later, I got tired of it, so I smuggled to the United States and also wandered on the streets. Hehe, you must know that Usa's bread is very expensive, so I went to fight the black market boxing. When I was in the United States, I heard people say that a genius killer rose up in the North American continent almost disrupted the underworld, political and business circles of the United States."

"It is said that he often goes to the mansions of those rich people in the middle of the night, called "drinking afternoon tea". However, every time he finished tea, the rich would pay him tens of millions of dollars to be "tea funds". At that time, he became a household name, and his "afternoon tea" was almost comparable to the sky-high lunch of the stock god Buffett. It is said that even the godfather of the Mafia, the famous Charles Berger, was visited by him, and the face of the Mafia was almost lost. Therefore, the Mafia sent a large number of top killers to siege and kill.

He, but every killer has gone without going back. Later, I heard that he killed the political world, an important figure, the government finally got angry and sent the military to come forward, but the genius killer disappeared mysteriously. The North American continent only left his killer legend and impressive record. One hundred and eight world-class killers failed in his hands. Countless political, business, and even military circles talked about him, and he was almost a lingering demon shadow in people's hearts, so they named the genius killer' "Demon Shadow".

"I feel very strange that why the 'genius killer' only killed those luo officials who fled overseas? Why 'genius killer' only killed the top-notch killer? Why 'genius killer' ransomware super rich? I searched for him for several years, but found nothing. But later, I heard that there was an inexplicable rich man in the African continent who donated money to build many orphanages and schools. I heard that those who had seen him in the African continent said that he was an oriental, a very young oriental. And, coincidentally, after Jet Li's "One Foundation" was fully invested in society, a public welfare and charity organization called "Supporting and Mo" emerged in international organizations..." As he said that, Lang Biao looked at Zhao Ziyue intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhao Ziyue gently flipped the cigarette butt out of the car and lay in the driver's seat to sleep.

"Where are you talking? Wolf Head? You don't usually say much, but I didn't expect that you have said so many things today. Sorry, when I hear someone telling stories, I will doze off. Sorry! You can continue to say it." Zhao Ziyue said, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

It seemed that all the words of this day were finished. Lang Biao started the car, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "What a pity! I, Lang Biao, have only admired one person in my life, and I just hope that he will not die too early."

Zhao Ziyue, who was sleeping in the driver's seat, opened her eyes slightly, and her eyes were shining.
Chapter completed!