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Chapter 1357 Despotism hurts

At Lilongyuan Villa, the silver-gray Spyker C8 slowly parked in the parking space of the villa. The car door opened, Lao Tie got out of the car, and then opened the door with a cold face and entered the villa directly.

The elevator stopped on the third floor, the elevator door opened, and Lao Tie stepped into the bedroom. When he saw Lang Na struggling in the leisure chair, Lao Tie's face couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise.

He had thought about how Chu Yan would hand over Lang Na to him, but even if he beat Lao Tie to death, Lao Tie would not have imagined that he would see such a scene. A dignified boss would be stripped of his clothes.

Then he was tied to the leisure chair. This posture and the scenery were so exciting that adrenaline was secreted.

Fortunately, Lao Tie is also a pure man with a normal sexual orientation. Otherwise, I don’t know what will happen to Langna, a man who is all-powerful in France. But if you think about it, you will know that it will be an absolute thing.

Tasty things.

"Asshole! Let me go! I'm Rona! I'm Rona!!" The moment Langa watched Lao Tie walk in, the roar in his mouth was already out. He had never shouted anything before.

To save his life, the reason is actually very simple. The sound insulation effect of this bedroom is top-notch, even if he shouts to break his throat, it will be useless.

But it's different now. Now there are big living people in front of him. As long as he tells his name, it will be a strong deterrent most of the time. Unfortunately, he is not very lucky.

Well, Lao Tie is not here to save him.

"Hello, Mr. Lang Na. We finally have face-to-face communication." Lao Tie came to interrogate Lang Na. Naturally, he would bring his own tools with him, otherwise the interrogation would lose its fun.

Lao Tie is not a pervert, he just hopes that his interrogation will be more intimidating and effective. Because the person in front of him is a French gangster who is notorious but also has great hands and eyes. Of course, Lang Na's identity

In fact, Lao Tie didn't care. Anyway, he knew in his heart that as long as he completed the task assigned by Chu Yan, then Lang Na, a scumbag, would completely disappear from this world.

"Who are you? Let me go first, I won't treat you badly!" Lang Na instinctively felt Lao Tie's cold reaction. If it were his subordinates, or other ordinary people, after he reported

After revealing his identity, he would definitely untie him in a hurry, then turn around and run away.

Don't talk about the benefits. Lang Na's situation today must not be known to outsiders. Therefore, although he will be grateful to whoever lets him go, he will definitely silence the other person, because only the dead can deal with some incompetent people.

Keep absolute silence when telling secrets.

"Mr. Longner, you are a smart man. Do you think I am here to save you from the fire and water? Don't deceive yourself. You and I both know that there is no possibility of cooperation between the two of us.

.I have rescued the girls you locked up in the basement and sent them home.

When I say this, you should understand who I am?" Lao Tie is never in a hurry during interrogations. He gradually grasps the atmosphere and then talks about the topics one by one without leaving any trace.

Throw it out, no matter who it is, no matter how strong he is, the result will make Lao Tie very satisfied.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. But I can tell you that I am Rona. You should understand what status I have in Paris. As long as you put me down from this chair, I will satisfy everything you want."

Demand. Money, women, men, any request." Lang Na couldn't help but his face flickered after hearing Lao Tie's words, but he quickly returned to normal. Obviously, he can achieve his current position, no matter how small-minded he is,

His cultivation in the city has always been worthy of thumbs up.

"I know who you are and what kind of person you are. I know you even better than you know yourself. So you don't have to worry about it anymore.

This villa is called Lilongyuan, right? It's very Chinese style. At that time, many places had nondescript designs, such as the sound insulation design here. In China, no matter how private a residence is, sound insulation is not designed.

Very good, after all, it is just a place for personal life.

As long as it can block people's sight and block some loud sounds, it will be fine. After all, life is life, and there is no need to decorate the place where you live in such an exaggerated way.

I think the thought you spend here must be for a certain person.

If I guess correctly, you have brought Ouyang Chaowu here. Unfortunately, you have provoked people you shouldn't have provoked. Don't use your identity to speak out. In my eyes, you and others

There is no difference between ordinary people.

If I cut your throat with this knife, you will die soon.

So, are you ready?" Lao Tie looked at Lang Na. To be honest, Lao Tie had an unspeakable hatred for this guy whose whole body seemed to have not completely degenerated. The main and most direct reason was naturally the relationship with that villa.

caused by the incident involving the girl below.

Lao Tie has never objected to rich people playing with women. After all, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. This is a lifestyle chosen by individuals. There is nothing more to say.

But the underage girl has completely offended Lao Tie. If Chu Yan hadn't told him that he must expand his investigation ideas on Karl Loverod, I'm afraid Lao Tie wouldn't have wasted so much on Lang Na here.

Mouth and tongue, in the morning go three times five times divided by two, and use the most painful means to let Lang Na feel the pleasure of walking into hell step by step!

"You...what are you going to do?" Lao Tie changed the topic, and his tone was instantly shrouded in a chilling air. This made Lang Na feel frightened. After all, he built this villa for Ouyang Chaowu. Who would have thought that

It actually became his prison.

"I'm not doing anything, just chatting with you." Lao Tie looked at Lang Na, somewhat disdainful of Lang Na's reaction. No matter how big a person is, few people can face death calmly. Lang Na

Take is no exception.

He could tell that the person in front of him didn't care about his identity at all, and it seemed that he had been investigating him for a long time before speaking, otherwise he wouldn't be so familiar with him.

But according to what Lang Na knew, he had already sent people to kill anyone who wanted to harm him. He had always liked this feeling, but now, after thinking hard for a long time, he could not figure out what he was doing.

I've seen old iron somewhere. Of course, let alone the most old iron thing.

The only thing that allowed Lang Na to be associated with hatred was probably his few playthings. Lang Na couldn't figure out why Lao Tie hated him so much. He could even feel Lao Tie looking at him.

There was a cold and bloodthirsty murderous intent in his eyes.

"Brother, tell me what you have to say. After all, whatever you want to talk about, as long as you let me go, I will definitely tell you everything." Lang Na is very sensitive to danger, which is why he can survive to this day.

One of the main reasons now is that after all the things he did, it was inevitable to offend people. There were people in France and even around the world who wanted Rona's life.

It's just that he has always cherished his own life, so he has lived a very nourishing life until now.

"Brother? You and I are not brothers. Moreover, do you think you still have the qualifications or bargaining chips to negotiate with me? This is a completely sealed silent chamber that was originally used by you to imprison Ouyang Chao.

Fog place.

Now, it is a perfect place to chat with you." As he spoke, Lao Tie opened a tactical belt around his waist.

On the tactical belt, there are at least a dozen knives of different specifications and shapes. These are the best tools for interrogation. Each one is not big and does not look powerful and domineering. But each one is

The blades all shone with a chilling light.


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