Jin Hao asked with a smile. "Where is Mr. Qian's room? I want to have a chat with him alone! Hehe..."
"Ahhhhh~!" The bodyguard nodded repeatedly, indicating that he knew where it was.
"You know the truth!" Jin Hao nodded and untied this guy's dumb hole.
As soon as the guy untied his mute hole, he yelled like a slaughtering pig: "Come quickly!!! Someone..."
"You kid are really not afraid of death?!" Jin Hao was stunned for a moment, and quickly tapped the dumb point again. The bodyguard looked at Jin Hao with vicious eyes, and no longer groaned in fear.
"Ka~!" Jin Hao stretched out his hand and crushed this guy's throat. The bodyguard stared at Jin Hao with unblinking eyes. It seemed that these people were loyal fans who were not afraid of sacrifice for Lord Qian. They were just acting for him.
"He's a man, but he's with the wrong master!" Jin Hao sighed, and closed the bodyguard's eyelids with a touch of his hand. There was no point in grabbing his tongue, so he had to find it himself.
"Woah...woah...woah...!"
"Hurry!! Someone is shouting here!!" At this time, there were vague and chaotic footsteps and shrill sirens in the distance.
Jin Hao raised his brows, grabbed the dead tongue and threw it in a conspicuous place in the corridor. "You bitch is so hypocritical! You can't think of anything after death?!"
"Xiao Bo?!" Sure enough, several bodyguards discovered the corpse of Tongue. After checking his breathing, they found that he was out of breath. They quickly pulled out their guns and shouted, "Xiao Bo is dead! There is an assassin!!! Protect Mr. Qian!!!"
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"Hehe~! It took no effort at all!" Jin Hao followed the bodyguards and ran up the stairs.
"Why are you making such a fuss? You're just a little thief?!" Jin Hao vaguely heard the old guy roaring in the room, seemingly losing his temper at his men. Dozens of bodyguards were gathered at the door of a room.
In the corridor, it goes without saying that this room is the place I am looking for.
Jin Hao walked quietly to the hall, found a sofa and sat down. He crossed his hands and watched what happened without taking any action. After about ten minutes, the highly nervous bodyguards holding pistols did not notice the assassin.
trace.
"You all should disperse. I'll just keep an eye on Mr. Qian. The assassin must be hiding somewhere. Ask all the brothers to search every corner of this house! You have to dig three feet into the ground to find the assassin!!"
We must not let Mr. Qian be in any danger!!" At this time, the door of the room opened, and a young man with flat hair, a black face and a black suit came out and said calmly.
"Yes! Black Panther!" The bodyguards were very respectful to the young man. They nodded and ran downstairs. The Black Panther slowly walked into the hall, smoking a cigarette and pacing to where Jin Hao was sitting.
What do you feel in front of the sofa?
"Dong dong dong dong~! Good luck today...Old wolf, please eat chicken...!" At this time, the four speakers of the fake mobile phone in Jin Hao's pocket screamed wildly.
"Damn it!!!" Jin Hao then remembered that he had forgotten to turn off his cell phone, and he still lacked experience in the arena. He reached out and squeezed the cell phone, breaking it, and the symphony of the four speakers stopped abruptly.
Black Panther was stunned for a moment, then raised his left foot and kicked Jin Hao. Jin Hao quickly stood up from the sofa, and a hole was punched through the leather sofa.
Almost at the same time, Jin Hao also flew up with his right leg and kicked the Black Panther in the crotch. The Black Panther jumped up and took a few steps back.
