Cathay Pacific Group, on top of the twenty-story building.
A black figure stood on the empty platform. The wind on the platform was very strong, and the wind blew his long silver hair. The man was about fifty years old, with a cold face and deep wrinkles on his face.
The traces of time are too heavy. Facing the strong wind, his figure is very stable.
"What's going on?" The man stood by the guardrail. Behind him, Liu Qingshan was half-bent, with a trembling face. His hands were tightly pressed against the seam of his trousers.
"The target is not dead!" Where did Liu Qingshan still have that high-spirited aura? In front of the man, he was as timid as a cat seeing a mouse. He lowered his head and whispered: "The target was finally rescued by a man!
"
"Have you found out the identity of that person?" The silver-haired man looked down at everything in South China City. The wind was strong, but it could not waver him in any way. His figure was very stable, and his silver hair danced with the wind.
Cool, but the whole person is extremely vicissitudes of life.
"We are asking the intelligence organization to investigate!" Liu Qingshan lowered his head and did not dare to raise it. The man in front of him was the leader of the domestic charm organization: Mei Sha. This man who once stood at the top of the world's killer organization, this man who once made the world
Politicians from all over the world are frightened by this man. He is his own master and the boss behind Cathay Pacific Group. Even Zuo Daqiu is just a pawn in his hands. And he is the one behind the scenes.
"Hmph!" The man snorted coldly, turned around, stared at Liu Qingshan, and sneered: "I'll give you three days, if you can't find out, you will be dead!"
"Yes!" Liu Qingshan didn't dare to feel any displeasure and didn't dare to raise his head. The man's eyes were like two knives piercing his body. Sweat dripped down from Liu Qingshan's forehead, and the wind hit him.
Water splashed on his leather shoes.
"Miss, how are the young master and the others?" The silver-haired man finally changed his attitude. When he talked about Mei Yan, Mei Leng and others, the man's expression softened a lot, and he asked lightly: "How is the wind over there?
Already?"
"Everything is normal. The young master and the young lady will definitely return safely!" Liu Qingshan nodded, and the pressure all over his body suddenly relaxed a lot. He straightened his waist slightly, and his face was no longer so pale.
"I hope!" The silver-haired man nodded. He looked up at the endless sky and sighed: "The situation is unstable. I hope they can all come back safely!"
