339. Chapter 339 If you dare to get rid of me again, you will die!
After following Nan Hongzhe for a long time, Tang Qianrong gradually discovered that the reason why this man was able to win at the gambling table was not because of his good luck, but for other reasons.
While following these black people, Tang Qianrong's mind flashed back to the scene when Nan Hongzhe taught him this skill. At that time, Nan Hongzhe was already forty-five years old, not too old, but his face could already be seen
Traces of vicissitudes of life.
He said that the best way to track is not to be so careful that people don't hear your footsteps, but that if you walk past them with footsteps that are least like yours, they won't be suspicious at all. Even if you
Even if you stumble in front of them, he will never think that you are you. This is stalking, in other words, it is also a camouflage technique.
This move was used many times by Tang Qianrong when he first took over the Tang Dynasty.
This is also the reason why he was able to grasp all the lifeblood of the company so quickly.
After the group of black people left for a while, they entered a bar. Tang Qianrong glanced at the name of the bar. It was called the Pirate Ship. It was a cheap bar and the only bar in the slum area.
But on weekdays, most of them are the hometown of drug addicts. The darker the place, the more decadent it is.
He knew this very well.
This time, Tang Qianrong did not walk into the bar with them, but stood at a place outside the bar, looking at the door of the bar from time to time.
However, just when he stood for a while, he suddenly heard a rhythmic footsteps coming from behind.
Tang Qianrong's eyes flashed, and his spirit became tense. Could it be that he had just exposed a flaw and was seen by that man?
Although he was very sure that he would not make such a mistake, there was always a risk in this kind of thing, so he was not too surprised.
Without looking back, he stood in the distance pretending not to be disturbed.
However, just as the hands behind him climbed onto his arms, he suddenly turned around and used strength to grab the opponent's arms, trying to throw him forward.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a voice came, interrupting Tang Qianrong's movements.
However, there was no way to recover from the fall, so he could only pull the other person into his arms with his backhand.
Looking at the face of the little woman in his arms, Tang Qianrong's expression suddenly sank.
"How did you come?"
An Jingxing was out of breath, but she smiled. She shook the hammer in her hand triumphantly. It was used by the driver when he put it in the car for repairs. She also used this hammer to smash open the car.
He finally climbed out of the car, followed the street lights, and vaguely found the road.
"Don't worry, just leave me alone in the car. I don't worry about you following these thugs alone! Gene, I'm still your girlfriend after all! If you dare to get rid of me this time, you'll be dead!"
There was a bit of pride in An Jingxing's voice, but that casual sentence of "I'm still your girlfriend" made Tang Qianrong's face soften slightly.
Although this woman is stubborn and shy, she will always do heart-warming things at critical moments.
How could he be willing to let go of such a woman?
He couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms. However, at this moment, suddenly, a muscular figure walked out of the bar carrying a baseball bat. After following Nan Hongzhe for a long time, Tang Qianrong gradually discovered that this man
The reason why he can win everything at the gambling table is not because of his good luck, but because of other reasons.
While following these black people, Tang Qianrong's mind flashed back to the scene when Nan Hongzhe taught him this skill. At that time, Nan Hongzhe was already forty-five years old, not too old, but his face could already be seen
Traces of vicissitudes of life.
He said that the best way to track is not to be so careful that people don't hear your footsteps, but that if you walk past them with footsteps that are least like yours, they won't be suspicious at all. Even if you
Even if you stumble in front of them, he will never think that you are you. This is stalking, in other words, it is also a camouflage technique.
This move was used many times by Tang Qianrong when he first took over the Tang Dynasty.
This is also the reason why he was able to grasp all the lifeblood of the company so quickly.
After the group of black people left for a while, they entered a bar. Tang Qianrong glanced at the name of the bar. It was called the Pirate Ship. It was a cheap bar and the only bar in the slum area.
But on weekdays, most of them are the hometown of drug addicts. The darker the place, the more decadent it is.
He knew this very well.
This time, Tang Qianrong did not walk into the bar with them, but stood at a place outside the bar, looking at the door of the bar from time to time.
However, just when he stood for a while, he suddenly heard a rhythmic footsteps coming from behind.
Tang Qianrong's eyes flashed, and his spirit became tense. Could it be that he had just exposed a flaw and was seen by that man?
Although he was very sure that he would not make such a mistake, there was always a risk in this kind of thing, so he was not too surprised.
Without looking back, he stood in the distance pretending not to be disturbed.
However, just as the hands behind him climbed onto his arms, he suddenly turned around and used strength to grab the opponent's arms, trying to throw him forward.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a voice came, interrupting Tang Qianrong's movements.
However, there was no way to recover from the fall, so he could only pull the other person into his arms with his backhand.
Looking at the face of the little woman in his arms, Tang Qianrong's expression suddenly sank.
"How did you come?"
An Jingxing was out of breath, but she smiled. She shook the hammer in her hand triumphantly. It was used by the driver when he put it in the car for repairs. She also used this hammer to smash open the car.
He finally climbed out of the car, followed the street lights, and vaguely found the road.
"Don't worry, just leave me alone in the car. I don't worry about you following these thugs alone! Gene, I'm still your girlfriend after all! If you dare to get rid of me this time, you'll be dead!"
There was a bit of pride in An Jingxing's voice, but that casual sentence of "I'm still your girlfriend" made Tang Qianrong's face soften slightly.
Although this woman is stubborn and shy, she will always do heart-warming things at critical moments.
How could he be willing to let go of such a woman?
I couldn't help but want to hug her into my arms, but at this moment, suddenly, a muscular figure walked out of the bar carrying a baseball bat.
