"Beheading is just a nod, killing is just a raise of an eyebrow." In Gu Chen's case, he didn't even raise an eyebrow when he killed, and he immediately shocked everyone with his strike.
Especially the Indian man who tried to sell his wife to get money. The moment his wife's body fell to the ground, he seemed to have been shot. He trembled hard and immediately made a worshiping posture and remained motionless.
Her punishment is simple and rough, but in the King Cobra organization, it is the best deterrent. They are all people who seek power in a hail of bullets. Whoever becomes a rich man or a leader must be ruthless and ruthless.
At the top of the stairs, Bai Laiteme's blue eyes were moving slightly with his hands in his pockets, like a clear pool of water, with only one person's figure reflected in it.
His gaze was undisguised, as if he wanted someone to know. Any man could understand the meaning of that look.
Appreciation, praise, interest... without a trace of concealment, it directly makes some people feel as if their territory has been invaded, Wei Wei turns around, and Gu Jing Wubo's cold eyes look at it quietly.
Duan Zhaoan looked at the tall and elegant foreign man standing at the top of the stairs;
Undoubtedly, this is a man who looks like a god in ancient Greek mythology. He has a handsome face and outstanding temperament. His platinum-blonde hair should be as dazzling as the sun. Under his elegant temperament, his sharp eyes are actually well reduced.
The light, white suit also transformed his imposing aura into the laziness and nobility of a French aristocrat.
This is a man who is very good at using his elegance and hiding his true side very well. When they first met, Duan Zhaoan had a pretty good impression of Burton Lyme.
This is a calculation that has already begun before the identity is revealed.
The black eyes were stern, light and indifferent, as if they could see everything, but also seemed to be unable to see anything; Burton Lem narrowed his eyes slightly, but the calm expression of the other party did not make him less vigilant.
Instead, it has increased a lot. No, it should be said that with the cold light in his eyes, his whole body has entered a state of alert.
The Chinese man's stature is lower than that of the Western man, but the Asian man in front of him is tall and straight. He is wearing the white uniform of an Arab man. He is elegantly dressed only for aristocrats. He has black hair and black eyes, and is mysterious.
...This is a reserved and dangerous man.
As soon as their eyes met, the two of them left a deep impression on each other in their hearts.
Duan Zhaoan's expression did not change. Seeing Gu Chen turn and leave, he nodded to Jim and said calmly: "Excuse me, I need to leave..."
The usual ringtone of Nokia mobile phones interrupted Duan Zhaoan's words. Jim took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and saw a number that he didn't contact often but had been with for several years. Surprise flashed in his deep eyes.
King...is here to print?
He picked up the phone and waved his hand to signal Duan Zhaoan to help himself. Seeing that Jim had a serious expression on his face, the people below answered the phone and had no intention of dealing with other matters. They all had good looks and quickly dragged away the Indian woman who had been dead for a long time.
When her husband saw this, annoyance suddenly flashed in his eyes!
Dragging away his woman is equivalent to dragging away his money! That unknown woman beat his wife to death...shouldn't he have to pay compensation?
"Hey, my good friend, I knew it was you as soon as I saw the number." Jim laughed loudly while talking to the person on the other end of the phone. He didn't know what the other person said, and his laughter became even bigger.
