Chapter two hundred and thirty-four, collusion

Chen Xu shakes the hand, facial features ferocious, both hands tight pistol, threat Yang Feng: "I warned you, it is you provoke me. "

As he spoke, his finger-tips tightened the trigger, but he never pressed it.

Yang Feng looked at him with interest, a face of provocative hook finger, let him have the ability to shoot, this word provoked Chen Xu a burst of unhappiness, Obsessed, a roar, suddenly fired.

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, Chen Xu saw, Yang Feng suddenly tilt his head, the bullet from his ear, hard into the wall behind him, deeply embedded in the wall.

At the same time, Yang Feng suddenly look a Rin, raised his right hand, a flash of cold light of the dagger flew out from the sleeve, rushed to his fierce.

Chen Xudahai, holding his breath, only feel the face tingling, this time is much deeper than just slip, can feel the skin cracking, hot blood rolling out of the skin burning.

"Don't know what's good for you. " Yang Feng came up with a cold snort, like the wind. He grabbed Chen Xu's hand and broke his wrist. With the sound of his bones, Chen Xu emitted a painful sound. The gun slipped out of his hand and fell into Yang Feng's, yang Feng picked up his pistol and put the black muzzle against his forehead with cold eyes.

Chen Xu had never seen such a NEAT character. even his eyebrows didn't blink when he held a gun. From his years in business, Yang Feng was not a good person. Chen Xu was also afraid of him from the bottom of his heart. After he felt the cold touch on his forehead, he was immediately flustered, shua kneel on the ground, most of the legs are scared, just kneel down.

"spare me, spare me. "

Yang Feng thumb gently rubbing the pistol, again smiling asked: "How, want to come? "

"Come, come, come, come. "

Yang Feng took back his pistol and swung his hand far behind him. Then he said, "remember what you said. If you break your promise, you can measure it yourself. "

Words Fall, Yang long and go, leaving Chen Xu on the ground.

After leaving the Fushun Group, Yang Feng sighed deeply, stood outside the building for a long time, took out the list in his pocket, and found the next one, the Wang Group, a large group that mainly does equipment and underground business, which ranks in the top 10 in Jianghua market, the family is run by Ōsei.

For Wang Shi this person's information, Yang Feng also found a lot on the mobile phone, it is said that this person is deep-hearted, arrogant, often with underground shopping malls have transactions, so behind the patron can be imagined, is a not to mess with the Lord.

But to Yang Feng's scorn, he found out that the person behind Ōsei is Zhao Hu, although only online rumors and speculation, but mostly credible.

Yang Feng snorted, put the note back in his pocket, then took a taxi to the Wang Group, downstairs in the building, he thought for a while, decided to decorate next to the clothing store under their own.

In the shop, he changed into a clean and tidy dark blue suit, the whole person looked sedate and expensive, between the eyebrows look sharp.

With this outfit, he had no trouble getting into the Wang Group. The bouncer at the door treated him as a big shot and graciously welcomed him into the waiting room. The receptionist poured him a cup of hot water and put it on the table, "Don't know Sir but want to look for a person? "

"I'm looking for Ōsei. "

The receptionist, her eyes rolling, smiled shrewdly, and said, "President Wang's words are not in the office now. "

"No? "

Yang Feng suddenly raised the tone, eyebrows are full of displeasure, the front desk girl afraid of provoking the boss, quickly softened the voice, said Ōsei and friends have an appointment, went out early.

Yang Feng Hummed softly, muttered a complaint: "A few days ago I was also diligent to talk about business, today I figured out to find him, but was despised, ha ha, this business does not talk about it. "

He got up and was ready to leave.

The Front Desk Lady listened to this, the facial expression changes slightly, quickly catches up with Yang Feng's step, repeatedly calls him: "Oh, sir, please wait, may be when the Sir comes and did not make an appointment with the President Wang, therefore just missed the time, also asks the Sir to forgive. "

"Do not have an appointment so what? " Yang Feng raises eyebrow, a face is haughty.

The front desk lady smiled and said, "how about this? I'll give you Wang's current address, and you can go and find him yourself. "

Yang Feng did not speak, but his face was bad and his feet did not move.

The front desk lady saw that he did not refuse to look, quickly reported the address up, the original is in a bar to eat and drink.

Yang Feng a face is indignant, heavy fling off sleeve and go, leave facial expression perplexity of the front desk young lady, also don't know this looks like the gentleman of a big shot will go.

After leaving the Wang Group, Yang Feng stopped his theatrical expression on his face, took a taxi and went to the place where the receptionist had said.

This is an aristocratic bar, the so-called Aristocracy, is the rich consumption of the place, high and expensive building, the number of people in and out of the door is not much, almost all suits and shoes, a rich man.

Yang Feng tidied up his suit, and Standing Tall walked in without anyone stopping him.

Walking to the front desk, Yang Feng glanced at the bartender at the front desk. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Ōsei. Where is he? " He asked flatly

The waiter looked at Yang Feng and saw his Swiss watch on his wrist. The expression on his face suddenly became gallant. He smiled two times, "quickly replied:"Mr. Wang must be a good friend of it, he is now upstairs in room 302, would you like me to connect you to Mr. Wang

Yang Feng waved his hand and said, "No, I'll go by myself. ".

Soon, he came to room 302, this is a heavy black door, are decorated with gold and Chinese diamond door.

Yang Feng stood at the door for a while, thinking about how to get in, and just as he did, a waiter in a Tuxedo came from across the room with a tray, came up to him, took one look at him, looked puzzled, was about to ask what, yang Feng opened his mouth first: "Is this the thing of this room? "

The waiter nodded.

Yang Feng seized it and waved his hand to him. "I'll take it in. You Go. "

Finish saying, knock on the door, inside spread a strange voice: "who? "

"Hello, Mr. Wang. Here you are. "

"Come in. "

Yang Feng pushed the door in, the room is dark, but the space is very big, tidying up the Mediterranean style of the room, the overhead is hanging luxury crystal glass lamp, mottled luxury light pouring over the whole house.

In the room was a luxurious White Leather Sofa, made of white teeth. On the SOFA SAT two people, one of them medium height and very common looking, presumably Ōsei, and the one next to him, Yang Feng, whose eyes sank as soon as he saw him, for he was no one else, after all, it's ricky.