In the small yard, this place is probably a blessed place and is quite remote, so we finally chose to let Jiang Leyu rest and have a meeting here.
Of course, there are people everywhere in the house now, and only one corner was prepared for me to rest now, I don’t have time to rest, so I became the palace of the great god Jiang Leyu.
The living room of the palace is not very big, but it is enough for us to open a core memory.
When Yin Yijie led me here, the outside of the yard seemed to have not changed, but it was already a wall of iron and iron, with open stakes and secret whistles, making Jiang Leyu look like the President of the United States, the Queen of England. It is probably more like the case of the jade seal of the Song Dynasty.
I found out and hid in my house with three hands, so I asked so many people to ensure his safety.
Of course, I also know that the more important thing about this is not to protect him, but to ensure that the content of our conversation will be top secret in a while.[
We are facing an international heavyweight underworld, and we may kill or subvert our Fan Yinyu family, which has a great influence, so no matter how strict the arrangements are outside, I have no objection.
Khan, these people have never asked me for my opinion. I just signed a security service fee of 5 million yuan. I don’t know if I should pay Jiang Leyu another order. I guess I don’t need to
After layers of security checks - I wasn't really talking, I wish I could even write down several steps in the toilet;
Instead, I have to go through security checks from one place to another at my own home, and there are more than one floor, but four floors.
On the last floor of security check, Mingfeng took something I couldn't understand and fiddled at my forehead for a long time before turning his head and saying to Jiang Leyu:
“Both ones are fine.
Aguo just said that the insider has been found."
Insider?! We still have ghosts here?! We sweat!
Should I make it as realistic as a documentary? I have no problem with it!
Jiang Leyu looked at him with a sharp look, and he didn't look at him very politely, as if he had some ruthlessness, or interrogation, torture, cross-examination? Sweat!
Mingfeng seemed to have a little sweat on his forehead, pursed his lips, and said with a bit of dry throat:
"In fact, someone has done something to do with Liao Liang."