927. Chapter 927 The father's debt is paid by the son
Yang Mufan was leaning on the railing, his hoarse voice was colder than the night outside, and he said: "Since there is something wrong with that batch of munitions, and the black dragon is salivating and can't wait, then... you can kill two birds with one stone.
Killing with a borrowed knife..."
"Second brother, I understand and know what to do." The man's voice sounded respectfully through the receiver of the mobile phone.
Yang Mufan held a half-burned cigarette between his slender fingertips. The white smoke was rising up in circles under the dim orange light.
After being silent for a long time, Yang Mufan took a slow breath, then turned to the phone and whispered: "Help me do one more thing."
"Second brother, please give me your instructions."
"Assemble a thousand dark moon guards to help me find a person. Within three days, I want to know his specific whereabouts..."
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After hanging up the phone, Yang Mufan leaned on the railing and smoked three more cigarettes in silence before flicking the cigarette butt that was about to burn to the end into the endless cold night.
After the smell of tobacco on his body was no longer so strong, Yang Mufan walked back to the hall with his powerful straight legs.
However, the moment he entered the hall and saw the direction of the mahjong table, he immediately felt depressed and had black lines on his head.
At this moment, Nan Juefeng, Wei Yutian, and Zhuo Qingcheng were one-on-one with great enthusiasm and excitement, putting notes on the faces of Mu Wanqing, Yang Mu'an, and Yang Mu Sheng.
While sticking it, I whistled happily.
Yang Mufan frowned and walked over, and was shocked to find that Mu Wanqing and his two sons had their noses and eyes completely invisible after they had put stickers on them.
The handsome eyebrows were furrowed even harder.
He asked: "What are you doing?!"
The moment he heard Yang Mufan's voice, Yang Mu Sheng, who had always felt aggrieved, immediately opened the densely packed papers on his face, pouting and complaining: "Daddy, godfather, they are all focusing on bullying auntie. Auntie is stupid and stupid."
Stupid, I lost so miserably in every game of mahjong. I couldn’t put the note on my aunt’s face, so my godfather and the others moved it to my and An An’s faces. Woohoo~ Daddy, Shengsheng’s face was so painful when they stuck it on her face.
, the skin has fallen off, you avenge Sheng Sheng, and put paper all over their faces."
At this moment, Yang Mu'an is not as complaining as Yang Mu Sheng. He just uses his little hands to push aside the layers of thick paper, revealing two extremely innocent little eyes, looking at Yang Mu aggrievedly.
Fan is like a bullied puppy, with dark eyes and wet eyes.
Mu Wanqing, who knew she had done something wrong, immediately froze on her chair when she heard Yang Mufan's questioning voice, her back straight and she didn't dare to take a breath.
I don't know how angry Yang Mufan would be if his son was posted like that.
You know, who doesn't know that Yan Mufan will be furious when he dotes on his son to the point where a hair of his head falls off, and his eyes are so red that they want to kill someone?
However, when the glue used for the sticker sticks to your skin, it really... hurts.%>_<%
Nan Juefeng squatted next to Yang Mu'an, holding a thick stack of notes in his hand. He glanced at Yang Mufan with a dark and unclear face from the corner of his eye, and the evil smile on his lips became more and more interesting.
He said: "Second brother, don't look so bad. Why don't you just post a few notes on your son, making it look like I want your son's life? As the saying goes: If you are willing to admit defeat in a bet, it is your father's debt."
Zi'qian, Miss Mu's face can't fit, so naturally it will stick to the face of Little Prince An An, right?!"
