89. No matter how he treats you, you will pay back ten times
However, at this moment, the door to the room was pushed open forcefully, and a group of people in police uniforms filed in with pistols. The last person who walked in was a handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a suit, and on his sharp chin,
The corners of her pink lips were slightly curled.
"I'm Interpol John Hodder. I'm on official business. Please cooperate with our work!"
The handsome blond man spoke English very well, and An Jingxing was taken aback by this unexpected situation.
At this time, Yan Chenghui's right hand holding the gun was hit by a sniper, and he was lying on the ground rolling and screaming in pain. Only Tang Qianrong's expression did not change at all from the beginning to the end.
"Mr. Yan, someone has submitted evidence to prove that you are suspected of murder and buying and selling women through illegal channels. Please come with us now." The blond man said according to the script to Yan Chenghui on the ground, and then waved to the people behind him.
He waved his hand.
Soon, a group of Thai policemen in police uniforms came up, restrained Yan Chenghui and handcuffed him. But the blond man who came in first walked up to Tang Qianrong and said hello to him.
"I didn't expect to see you here again. I remember you haven't been to Thailand for a few years, right? I remember... you don't seem to like it being too hot?"
The blond man seemed to be familiar with him, and he spoke in a very affectionate tone.
An Jingxing stood aside in embarrassment. After everything that had just happened, she had a particularly deep impression of this man. At the same time, she also needed to think carefully about what she should do next.
But in the current situation, it was not good for her to leave, nor was it good not to leave. In the end, she had no choice but to stay where she was and pretend to be the living dead.
The conversation between the two people there reached her ears without any hindrance.
"Long time no see, you are still so busy." The man took a sip of wine and uttered two words coldly.
"It's not that I'm nosy, but I can't let you kill my suspect half to death, right? This way he will lose his arm at most. If you take action... I'm afraid I won't be able to interrogate him for a week." The blond man smiled a little.
The sound makes the Western-style facial features look even brighter.
"Shut up." The tone was still cold. The blond man seemed to have been used to this kind of attitude. He was not angry at all. He looked around with a smile and suddenly caught a glimpse of An Jingxing standing beside him. His eyes flashed.
The eyebrows move.
"Wow, I didn't pay attention just now. I didn't see that there is a top quality product here! I've always known that you have a bad taste, but I didn't expect that you can buy such a good product. Let me tell you the truth, brother, how much does it cost..."
However, before the blond man could finish these words, he was drowned out by his own cry of pain.
An Jingxing followed the place where the sound came from and saw that the blond man was covering his wrist, which had been twisted 360 degrees by someone, and howling.
Tang Qianrong ignored his cry of pain, intensified the movements of his hands and continued to ask, "Where was Yan Chenghui taken?"
"It hurts, it hurts. Damn it, we are old friends, so we can't be gentle. You are probably waiting for me in the car now. What's going on?" Huo De and Tang Qianrong have known each other for more than fifteen years, and this is the first time they have met.
When I saw this old friend in the room with a woman, I was naturally curious, but just now I just mentioned this little beauty, and yet I was treated like this by him.
Even if Huo De had the courage, he would not dare to ask any more questions. However, as time goes by, he would figure out what happened to this little woman sooner or later.
*
At Tang Qianrong's order, Huo De handed Yan Chenghui over to him without saying a word. Tang Qianrong asked his servants to prepare a single room alone, and Yan Chenghui, whose palm was shot through, was thrown into the corner of the room.
Tang Qianrong didn't say anything. He just took a shiny black pistol and put it in front of An Jingxing. He said in a low voice: "Do you still remember how he insulted you? Hit him back ten times. As long as the person doesn't die, what's left will be
