Yuan Zheng said: "It is progressing steadily. I still have time now, so just ask me if you have anything."
"There's a little trouble here. Let's go meet Zhang Wenyuan."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Zheng suddenly became excited.
"Okay, I'll be here right away, just wait for me!"
...
Emerald Hotel.
In a large private room in this five-star high-end hotel, Zhang Wenyuan lit up a cigarette with satisfaction and took a very satisfied look at the two beauties on the bed.
His phone rang at this moment.
Zhang Wenyuan answered the phone impatiently: "What's going on? It's so annoying."
After hearing the hurried explanation on the other end of the phone, Zhang Wenyuan became furious.
"What did you say? This is ridiculous!"
In anger, he punched the bed and made it creak.
"What kind of thing is Dr. Lin? He can fight, but he wants to settle a score with me? Okay, contact me professionals, I don't believe it yet, I can't deal with this little Doctor Lin!
Can I be riding on his head? It’s his daydream!”
After ranting, Zhang Wenyuan hung up the phone viciously.
The two women on the bed were very aware of current affairs and immediately dressed Zhang Wenyuan.
It didn't take long for five men in suits and sunglasses, loaded with guns and ammunition, to arrive at Zhang Wenyuan's room.
After seeing these five people, Zhang Wenyuan nodded with satisfaction.
"The fixed price is three million. I have already given you one million as a deposit. The remaining two million will be given to you naturally after I see Dr. Lin die."
"Don't worry, Boss Zhang." The man in sunglasses in the lead grinned, "It's just a little doctor, it's very easy."
"Then go ahead." Zhang Wenyuan waved his hand, "Finish it early and call it a day."
His eyes fell on the two disheveled women again.
It has to be said that these two beauties he spent a lot of money to find are simply vixens, and now he feels like he is ready to make a move again.
But at this moment, the lights in this room suddenly went dark.
"What's going on? There's a power outage?" Zhang Wenyuan asked in confusion.
"It shouldn't be." Mo Jing replied, "It's brightly lit outside. Is there something wrong with the wiring in this room?"
"Damn it," Zhang Wenyuan cursed angrily, "I paid a lot of money to live here, and you give me this kind of service? This is not okay, I will never tolerate it if you don't give me a refund!"
And just as he said this, there was a sound of something being cut open by a sharp blade, followed by a weak whimper.
The nose behind the sunglasses moved a few times, "Is this... the smell of blood?"
He suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately yelled out.
"Count! Are they all still alive? One!"
Two, three, four were shouted soon after.
However, the voice shouted by one person was extremely cold, like the whisper of the undead.
The man in sunglasses heard something wrong in his voice, and his heart skipped a beat.
"No, someone sneaked in and killed one of us!"
The four people, including the man in sunglasses, took out their flashlights and at the same time took out the firearms hidden in their waists.