Chapter 462: Yan League boss

Chapter 462 Yan League boss
Anyway, the watch is not such a sophisticated instrument, it couldn't be easier to disassemble.
The big deal, she went back and removed the anesthesia needle and used it on him... it would never be possible.
...
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Li Qiao left the Nanyang Mansion.
She didn't drive the Mercedes-Benz G, and drove the Maybach back to the dormitory first, and then rushed to the airport at 6:30.
At the same time, Chengbei Gu Jin called Shang Yu.
"Shao Yan, I heard that Tu Anliang left Nanyang with his subordinates yesterday. Is he really delegating power, or..."
The man sits on the sofa with his legs folded gracefully, his fingertips holding a cigarette that is extinguished, his voice is low, "Don't worry about him."
Gu Jin was silent for a little while on the phone, frowning and reminding: "I have sent someone to check, he went to the border city of Feicheng.
The border belongs to the international three-regardless zone, and he goes there to develop. If it doesn't mix well, it's okay. In case it becomes famous, he may not be able to suppress it in the future.
As you know, the border forces are complex, and many international organizations have taken root there.
Is Tu Anliang wanting to give it a go or do he want to die?
I don't worry about anything else, I'm afraid that after he gets along with the forces over there, he will threaten our Nanyang. "
Gu Jin is very cautious.
He had no intention of expanding territory, but this time he squeezed out Tu Anliang, worried that he would make a comeback in the future and affect his status in Nanyang.
At this time, Shang Yu let go of his cigarette to his lips, and replied like gold to Gu Jin's long comment: "No."
Gu Jin: "..."
Obviously, the overlord did not want to talk more.
Gu Jin begging to be bored, touched her nose and hung up the phone.
In the living room, the man was surrounded by a faint blue smoke. He looked at the marble wall in front of him as deep as Haiti. After a while, Convection Yun commanded: "Go and check the power distribution of Feicheng on the border."
It’s no secret that the Seven Frontiers were active at the border.
But the entire border is larger than Nanyang. How Tu Anliang willingly went to Feicheng, Li Qiao did not tell him this.
In my impression, the power of the Seven Sons is not enough to cover the entire border, not to mention that they have been disbanded for a long time.
...
At 8 o'clock that night, a Boeing small business jet took off from Nanyang Airport, the destination, at the border of Myanmar, Feicheng.
Half an hour later, Mochizuki hurriedly walked into the living room of the mansion and handed the Ipad in his hand to Shang Yu, "Boss, Miss Li's positioning... seems to be a problem."
The man glanced at him, looked at the positioning display on the Ipad, narrowed his eyes, "What's the matter?"
Mochizuki was also confused, zoomed in with two fingers, pointed at the red dot and said: "This positioning shows that Miss Li has been at Nanyang Airport for more than an hour and has not moved.
Ordinarily... it shouldn’t be a mistake in positioning, but just in case, do you want to bring that watch back, and let the smart team check it again? "
When the words fell, Mochizuki felt a gloomy and piercing sight falling on him.
He blinked, then smirked and talked to himself, "Yes, it's not appropriate."
How can you ask for a gift after giving it? This is not to tell people that there is not only an anesthesia needle in your watch, but also a locator.
Of course, this is definitely not to track Miss Li's news, but to ensure her safety anytime and anywhere.
Shang Yu retracted his cold gaze and glanced at the positioning display again. After a moment of silence, he opened his lips and said, "Ask the Air Traffic Management Bureau if the FA312 segment is occupied tonight."
The little girl went out 80% of the time, and... she took off the watch he gave and put it in the car.
...
At 11 o'clock that night, the border city of Feicheng.
You don’t expect to be prosperous in a city located in a three-regardless zone.
Although shabby, but compared to a city with thousands of lights, this place is full of feasting and feasting like drunken gold.
At night, drunk tramps can be seen everywhere in the street sleeping soundly in the corner.
There are small buildings of different heights on both sides of the night market in the city, and under the tents erected in front of them, even if it is near midnight, they are still full of people.
Whether there is public security management or legal restraint, whoever is powerful is the king here.
Not long after, a black jeep stopped at the entrance of the night market.
A slender figure in a black T-shirt and jeans came down from the car.
The dim yellow street lights on both sides flickered occasionally, and that figure from far and near, wearing a fisherman's hat and mask on his head, walked out of the night, looking extremely thin.
In the tent under the night market store, someone relied on the strength of drinking and spoke fluent Burmese to tease her.
Feicheng is separated from Burma by a wall, and there are also many refugees from Burma.
After a few seconds, the girl walked towards a fried rice stall.
Upon seeing this, the voice of the surrounding molested gradually weakened.
Because the entire 100-meter-long night market, there is only one person sitting under the tent of this store.
Yes, there is only one person.
The girl took the seat, not knowing what she was talking to, many people were staring at them, waiting for the next change to happen.
For nothing else, the man sitting in the stall is from Yanmeng.
The largest ruling power in Feicheng, Yanmeng.
But it was strange that after the girl sat next to the other party, although they couldn't hear their conversation, the atmosphere... seemed quite harmonious.
When did the Yan Meng master have such a good temper?
After about half an hour, the girl got up, took out a card from her pocket and threw it on the table.
Everyone watched her movements, their eyelids twitched, it was indeed lost, not handed.
This move must have angered the boss.
However, the Yan League tycoon who could not speak at ordinary times picked up the card from the table and put it into the camouflage pocket on his chest.
The next second he finally raised his hand...
Angry, he is angry, he is about to do it!
Then, under the eyes of everyone, the big man's hand slowly landed on the girl's head, and he rubbed her hat twice.
A street in the night market: "??"
At this moment, the whole street seemed to fall asleep quietly.
Next, everyone watched the girl impatiently waved away the big man's hand, arranged her hat, frowned and glared at him, then...turned and left.
What is the Yan League boss doing? Pitdian Pitian followed behind her, sending people to the jeep.
When the car lights came on, the boss' lips squirmed, as if to say another word.
The girl sitting in the car put her arms on the door, pulled down the hat on top of her head and threw it to the co-pilot, turned her head to look at the man outside the car, and replied in Burmese with a clear voice: "Just treat you like me. I want to play as a duke."
The jeep drove away, and only the Yan League leader who made everyone in Feicheng jealous stood there for a long time watching him.
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(End of this chapter)