After the fake Thousand-Faced Buddha hung up the phone, he turned around and reported respectfully to a young man who was smoking: "Boss, the matter is done!"
"very good!"
The young man held a cigarette in his mouth, slowly blew out a smoke ring, and then nodded lightly, as if he already knew the result.
He was wearing casual clothes, had a slightly handsome face, and had flowing short hair.
Although he looked sunny and handsome, his sharp and murderous eyes revealed a ruthless look inadvertently.
This young man is naturally Ye Fan!
And the fake Thousand Faced Buddha just called and asked He Wenchao to come over. This was Ye Fan's latest instruction.
Then, the fake Thousand-Faced Buddha asked curiously: "Boss, how are you going to deal with He Wenchao next? Do you want to kill him directly?"
Finished!
This fake Thousand-Faced Buddha made a gesture of wiping his neck, expressing full murderous intent.
"Don't worry, it would be a pity to kill him!!" Ye Fan shook his head, and the playful sneer at the corner of his mouth made people even more unpredictable.
"Then how do you plan to deal with He Wenchao?"
The fake Thousand-Faced Buddha still looked at Ye Fan with doubtful eyes.
"When he comes later, you try to trick him to death! You will get a lot of money! Let him skinned even if he doesn't die!" Ye Fan said with a devilish smile.
After hearing this, the fake Thousand-Faced Buddha suddenly understood. He gave Ye Fan a thumbs up and praised: "Great!! Boss! You played this trick beautifully! I will withdraw first, lest He Wenchao notice any clues!"
After saying that, the fake Thousand Faced Buddha left the room and went to the next door.
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the cigarette ashes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showed a sarcastic sneer, and then said contemptuously: "Haha, He Wenchao, He Wenchao, the show is about to be staged, are you ready? Haha!
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In about half an hour, He Wenchao hurried to the hotel.
In order to arrive as quickly as possible, He Wenchao did not hesitate to run a red light and even almost hit the railing on the roadside.
After he arrived at Xingfu Hotel, he went straight to the presidential suite No. 302 and pushed the door open to enter the presidential suite.
When He Wenchao walked to the door of the room, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the door: "Dong dong dong..."
After a while, a deep male voice came from the room: "Come in!"
After hearing this voice, He Wenchao pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw the scene in the room clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes showed an expression of extreme panic.
In the presidential suite at this time, the Thousand-Faced Buddha looked cold, as if he was a devil coming out of hell, exuding a strong force of intimidation that made people feel scared.
You know, He Wenchao is just a playboy. Where has he seen such a menacing Thousand-Faced Buddha?
For a moment, he almost peed in fear, and the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop dripping.
"Thousand...Thousand-faced Buddha, what do you want from me?" He Wenchao asked cautiously, his body trembling.
The Thousand-Faced Buddha stood up, walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, then lit a cigar and blew out a smoke ring.
Then, he narrowed his narrow red phoenix eyes, looked at He Wenchao coldly, and said with a gloomy look: "My patience is not very good, tell me right away, when can you bring the target person to see me?"
"That...well! Very soon! Very soon!"
He Wenchao swallowed his saliva and replied in a trembling voice.
A look of disdain immediately appeared on the face of the Thousand-faced Buddha, and he said coldly: "Master He, you know that a killer of my level can easily make hundreds of thousands in one minute^!! So, what a waste of money you have.
How much money will I lose in one minute?”
"Yes...I'm sorry!! Thousand-faced Buddha, I will ask someone to lure Ye Fan into being fooled!!"
He Wenchao was so frightened that he quickly expressed his stance and said.
At this time, the Thousand-Faced Buddha waved his hand slightly and said coldly: "No need!!"
No need? What does he mean?
Wait? Could it be that he wants to go back on his word and take the money instead of doing things?
Suddenly, He Wenchao's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but start to worry.