"So this Ye Chaoqun is the main target I want to help you deal with tonight?" Su Changfeng blinked and asked softly.
Tang Jiani nodded and said: "Yes, it's him. Don't look at him now. Who knows how many little girls have been harmed behind his back? He works in the media, and he has never been short of people around him.
Beautiful girl.”
While Tang Jiani and Su Changfeng were chatting, the yellow-haired man just now suddenly opened a bottle of Feitian Moutai, looked at Su Changfeng, and said maliciously: "This brother is the last one to arrive tonight, no matter what, he will be content with it."
Three drinks as a penalty?"
A playful smile appeared on Ye Chaoqun's face, and he cast a satisfied look at the yellow-haired man.
Huang Mao was even more proud and thought to himself: You blind brat dares to steal a woman from me, Brother Ye. If I don't turn you into a pig head tonight, my surname will not be Huang.
Tang Jiani was at the side, quietly introducing Huang Mao's identity.
"This guy's name is Huang Song. He also works in the media. He is Ye Chaoqun's lackey."
Su Changfeng nodded slightly and glanced at Huang Song...
at the same time.
An abandoned factory in the suburbs of Hangzhou.
More than ten men gathered together.
In the middle position, stood a man wearing a black windbreaker and sunglasses.
Beside him, there was a bald man, and to the right of the bald man stood a strong man with scars on his face.
The most obvious feature of the rest of them is the murderous aura that cannot be hidden at all.
These people present have at least several lives on their hands.
"Since everyone is here today, I will tell you directly." The man in the windbreaker in the center slowly said: "This is our last mission this year, and the mission target is this man."
The bald middle-aged man on the side took out a photo from his arms, and the person in the photo was none other than Su Changfeng.
"Someone offered 5 million US dollars to buy his life. He is a retired sergeant with some skills and is not that easy to deal with." The bald middle-aged man said.
"Haha, Fatty, it seems that you have stayed in the city for too long and have almost forgotten your original identity." The man with a scarred face said coldly.
The bald middle-aged man said: "Scar, you don't need to provoke me here. The information that needs to be collected has been collected and will be handed over to you after it is completed. My people will not carry out assassination missions anyway."
"Which assassination mission was not carried out by my people? Do you think I would count on you?" the scarred man said disdainfully.
"Okay, if you have any questions, let's wait until the mission is over." At this time, the man in the trench coat next to him looked at everyone at the scene coldly: "I will complete the corresponding action plan as soon as possible. This is our last time this year.
Everyone should be careful about the mission and don’t make any mistakes.”
Seeing the sharp eyes of the man in the trench coat, the bald man and scarred man beside him nodded their heads.
Su Changfeng, who was accompanying Tang Jiani at this moment, had no idea that a wave of assassinations was about to hit.
