Could it be that he was on the phone to arrange for someone to help him make his last proposal? Since it was the last time, he naturally paid special attention to it.
After arranging everything, he put on his suit, stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself carefully, and then smiled at himself in the mirror.
"Could it be that you should behave well? Today is the 100th time I propose."
Before leaving the mirror, he took the ring that was in a brand new box on the table. He carefully took out the ring and put it into his pocket.
There was a knock on the door.
This girl, got up so early?!
He took his coat, put it on his body, covered his new suit, opened the door and walked out.
"Morning..." Halfway through his words, he saw a stranger standing outside the door. Could it be that he was speechless, "Who are you?!"
Outside the door, there are two men in black.
It looked like he was of Italian origin, but he didn't recognize him.
The man looked at it expressionlessly, then raised his right hand and put the gun in his hand to his chest.
"If you don't want to die, come with us!"
Mo Fei frowned and glanced at the door next to him subconsciously.
That was... Leng Ran's room.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
He didn't resist, but followed the two people out of the door and walked into the elevator obediently.
The elevator goes all the way down to the parking lot.
He suddenly raised his hand, hit the chest of the man in black behind him with his elbow, and at the same time grabbed the palm of the other person's gun.
The two men in black didn't have time to react, and one of them was knocked to the ground by him.
Mo Fei raised the hand holding the gun and pointed it coldly at the guy opposite who had just pulled out the gun.
"Who are you?!"
Ding!
The elevator doors open.
What was waiting for him were four or five guns stretched out, and he had no choice but to surrender.
"Who are you?"
The man in black in the elevator reached out and took away his gun, raised his hand and struck Mo Fei unconscious with a knife.
"take away!"
Several people worked together to carry Mo Fei and his knocked-out companion to the car prepared outside.
The motor roared, and soon the car drove out of the parking lot.
…
…
The black car finally stopped. Leng Ran, whose face was covered with a black scarf, was pulled open the door, dragged up a few steps, and finally entered a room.
The black scarf that had been covering her face was finally torn off.
Leng Ran squinted his eyes before adapting to the sudden light.
Everywhere you look, you see a luxurious hall.
Sitting on a European-style leather sofa was a middle-aged man in his forties. Beside him, two young women were helping him light a cigarette and the other was massaging his calf.
Behind him, there were four or five men in black standing, all of them standing solemnly with cold faces.
The man wore black clothes, had a pair of black and blue eyes, and a slight smile on his lips.
"Miss Leng, please sit down!"
The two men who were holding Leng Ran immediately pushed Leng Ran over and sat on the sofa.
"What do you want to do?" Leng Ran asked.
"Don't worry." The middle-aged man raised his hand gently, and the two young women immediately stepped aside, "I didn't mean to hurt you. In fact... I can be called your fan. The battle in France was really
Regrettably, of course, I know that this has nothing to do with you, it is all the fault of the dead child. You also know that our rules prohibit killing women and children, otherwise... I will definitely kill him for you."
Leng Ran frowned, "I think you invited me here not just to talk about these things, right?!"
