The case that Yan Wu was responsible for was indeed serious, so after Georgie Mabot learned the news, he immediately took over the case. However, when he rushed to the police station where Yan Wu was located, he found that the gangster had been arrested. After taking it down, after questioning, he learned that Yan Wu had captured the three gangsters with help, so he rushed over immediately.
However, he didn't expect it to be Ye Qian. He chuckled, and Georgie Mabot said: "I didn't expect it to be you, either. But don't worry, I have already ordered to block all news. It will never happen." Someone leaked your information."
Ye Qian was slightly stunned, and said with some surprise: "Aren't you doing well in the army? With your ability, you should be promoted to lieutenant colonel soon. Why did you suddenly quit? Go now What department is it?"
With a chuckle, Georgie Mabot said: "We can't talk about this. There is no way to do it due to the regulations from above."
Ye Qian shrugged slightly and said: "I understand, I am also very happy to see you doing better and better now; however, I don't want the news about myself here to be leaked, so I hope that today's meeting will You forget quickly, I think you should understand what I mean."
"Understood." Georgie Mabot said, "However, since I have met you, I happen to need your help with something. Apart from you, I really can't think of any other suitable person. You shouldn't be able to Reject me."
Ye Qian's eyes condensed, and there was a killing intent all over his body, and he said in a cold voice: "Why, are you threatening me? I don't care what your status is now. If I want to kill you, it will be easy." Things, so you’d better not negotiate terms with me. If you don’t believe me, you can give it a try.”
Smiling awkwardly, Georgie Mabot said: "How can it be a threat? I really need your help. I hope you can help me for the sake of our former classmates."
"Georgie Mabot, are you kidding me? You still can't figure out what you need me for. You didn't come here to amuse me on purpose." Ye Qian said calmly.
"You know my temper, I never joke." Georgie Mabot said, "If I have to do it, I can definitely do it, but I'm afraid it will sacrifice a lot of brothers. Only you can do it." Losses can be minimized.”
Ye Qian curled his lips slightly and said: "Let's forget it. I don't want to cause any trouble now. I came to JND country this time. I just want to live a simple life quietly. I don't want to Someone is disturbing me, so I’m afraid I can’t do anything, so you’d better ask someone else to do it.”
"It's about Lenny Catley." Georgie Mabot said. Ye Qian paused slightly and stopped, "It's an emergency. Get in the car and we'll talk as we walk, okay." Georgie Mabot said Bot continued to strike while the iron was hot and said, he knew that as long as Lenny Catley was thrown out, Ye Qian would definitely agree, because no one knew the relationship between Ye Qian and Lenny Catley better than him.
As the best soldiers of the JND country, Lanny Ketley and Georgie Mabot attended the International Mercenary School together, where they met Ye Qian. Although they are not from the same country, it can even be said that Ye Qian is not considered a mercenary. The last one was born in the regular army, but after going through life and death together, they formed a lot of friendship. Lanny Ketley and Ye Qian had a particularly good relationship. Ye Qian taught him Chinese and taught him the history of China.
"Where." Ye Qian asked.
"Weiyang Club." Georgie Mabot waved his hand and motioned for the driver to drive.
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Weiyang Club, the top club in Chinatown, is located in the most prosperous neighborhood of Chinatown. Because it belongs to the Chinese Gang, no one dares to cause trouble here, and business is naturally booming.
In the luxurious office on the top floor, a middle-aged man stood by the window. He was wearing a very exquisite black suit. It looked like high-priced goods. The man's eyes fell outside. Standing here, he could overlook most of Chinatown, just like that quietly. He stood there, but his whole body exuded a very fierce aura, like a knife, which penetrated people's hearts.
After a long time, the middle-aged man took out a cigar from his arms and lit it. Still staring out the window, he said lightly: "Xiaobing, do you know why I like to stand here."
"Because the boss likes this feeling of overlooking everything." Standing next to the middle-aged man was a girl, wearing leather clothes and leather trousers, with a beautiful face, but her eyes seemed to have little emotion, and even her words were so dull. It's cold, as its name suggests, white ice.
"What is the most important thing for a person in this world is rights, especially for a man. If he does not have rights, he can only be bullied by others. However, he is unable to stand up to the cold." The middle-aged man said with some emotion. , the girl did not speak, and stood calmly, as calm as water.
"Are they back?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I'm already waiting outside. I don't dare to come in casually and disturb the boss," the girl said.
"Do you know what I admire most about you?" The middle-aged man glanced at the girl and said. The girl did not speak, and her expression did not change at all, as if what the middle-aged man said had nothing to do with him. The man smiled helplessly and said: "What I appreciate most is that you never talk or ask more, you only do more. Unlike other people, who talk more and do less, they are all a bunch of waste. However, waste There are also uses for waste, and some things still require waste."
Sometimes he really doubted whether Bai Bing had any joy, anger, sorrow or joy. After following him for such a long time, Han Dong had never seen her smile or cry. However, this was exactly what Han Dong felt. The reason why Dong admires her most is because he only needs to give instructions for many things, and the other party will never ask him why, and will only get things done.
"Let them come in." Han Dong took out a fruit knife from the drawer and slowly trimmed his nails. His movements were very slow, careful, and paranoid, as if he could not control even the slightest flaw in his nails. tolerated.
After listening to Han Dong's words, Bai Bing stepped forward and opened the office door. Outside the door, the subordinates were covered in cold sweat and felt uneasy. They looked at Bai Bing pleadingly, hoping that she could help and say a few good words. However, Bai Bing's expression did not change at all, as if he did not see their pleading eyes at all.
Three subordinates walked in from the door, lowered their heads, cautiously and uneasily, "Boss." The three of them glanced at Han Dong secretly from the corner of their eyes and called cautiously.
"How's it going? Has the matter been resolved?" Han Dong said without looking at them, still trimming his nails very carefully.
"Yes... I'm sorry, boss." The man in the middle said weakly, "When we passed by, they had already been arrested by the police. There were too many police at that time, and it was not convenient for us to move."
Han Dong's face gradually darkened, he frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and said, "I don't want to listen to the explanation. Tell me, now that they are in the hands of the police, what will happen if the matter is revealed?"
The calmer Han Dong became, the more frightened the three of them became. They were trembling a little and looked at each other, "No...no way. They are all very professional. They should know the consequences if they talk nonsense. Besides, the boss I haven't contacted them yet, so I won't threaten you, boss." The man said weakly.
He frowned slightly, snorted coldly, stopped the movements of his hands, slowly raised his head, and looked at the three people in front of him. The three people took a step back involuntarily, a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts, and they were covered in cold sweat. Risking, he hooked his fingers slightly, gesturing for the man in the middle to come forward, just for a moment, as if any more movements or words would make him impatient.
The man in the middle stepped forward, feeling uneasy and his legs were shaking involuntarily. Han Dong pointed at the man's right hand and then knocked on the table. The middle-aged man was stunned. He stood there blankly and didn't care at all. He knew what Han Dong meant, but he didn't dare to ask. His face was as dark as soy sauce.
Han Dong frowned slightly, snorted coldly, grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, pressed it on the table, and stabbed it in hard. "Ah" the middle-aged man screamed, and the palm of his right hand was nailed. On the table, blood flowed out quickly and turned red. However, the middle-aged man had to hold back his pain and hurriedly bit his lips to hold back.
Pulling out the fruit knife, Han Dong took out a tissue and wiped it, and said slowly: "Am I asking you to tell me this? You are a bunch of useless things, why don't you get out of here." With a scolding, the three men couldn't stand it anymore. He dared to say a word and hurriedly retreated, but he secretly said he was lucky. Just to be punished like this, he was already very lucky.
Han Dong turned to look at Bai Bing and said: "I still have to trouble you with this matter. I don't want those three people to live to see the sun tomorrow. I will ask someone to make arrangements for you. Leave it to me at the police station." Made those three people."
"Yeah." Bai Bing nodded in agreement.
He waved to Bai Bing and signaled her to go out. After Bai Bing left, Han Dong took out his mobile phone, dialed a number and said, "Director Lawrence, what are you busy with? I didn't disturb you. Haha, you've been waiting for a long time." None of them have come to the club. Recently, two new Chinese girls have arrived. They are both still young. I specially reserved them for you. Okay, okay, then I will wait for you in the club tonight. By the way, Director Lawrence, and I want to trouble you about something. I heard that the three robbers who robbed the gold shop were caught by you. Is that right? No, no. I have nothing to do with them. I can’t explain it in a few words. It was still at night. Let’s talk about it again, okay?”
After a few pleasantries, Han Dong hung up the phone, with a sneer on his lips, he slowly lit a cigar, and Han Dong took a puff.