Chapter 8:

The guests' mood was particularly consistent.
Even the waiter who saw the usual coldness frowned.
The weak can always arouse people's desire for protection.
The girl was fragile and beautiful, like a tender flower in the wind and rain, and the guests once again sent out an angry eye attack on someone in a group—the beast! How can you not change your face like this!
The assistant also looked at the boss and prayed that the boss could converge, but he knew that it had little effect.
Numerous painful facts prove that the boss couldn't hold Nirmala when he was interested. They really hope that the boss can take some medicine someday.
The waiter stood in the forefront, and suddenly found that the unconscious person was the young owner of Peilan Group, and straightened his back to punish evil and good. Some of the guests had good things, and hurried to save the United States.
At the same time, someone asked, "What's going on?"
The assistant turned back and frowned, and came from the young master's bodyguard.
Rocca City is the site of Pearson Group.
As the saying goes, Qianglong can't beat the ground snake. If the boss knocks the horse honeycomb ... No, according to the boss's nature, if the Pelan Group bites and holds it, the boss will definitely smash the horse honeycomb!
Can't I wipe it? Can he still go back to the company and reunite with his friends?
The assistant has a little liver tremor.
People in the hall came and went, people in the corridor noticed the movement here, and "Hula" came around. The bodyguards had taken the crowd away in this space, pushed the assistant to see the young master on the ground, and asked angrily, "Who did it?"
The guests and the waiter both pointed at a certain beast: "He!"
The bodyguards looked aggressively at Mr. Zhuo.
Things are going too fast.
From Mr. Zhuo's shameless release to the arrival of the bodyguards, plus less than thirty seconds together, the situation immediately collapsed.
Wen Qi never stopped pumping, secretly paying attention to the restraint of Mr. Zhuo, and noticed that the hand of the person was slightly loose after the bodyguard entered the door, immediately struggling to break free, ran into the crowd crying, and then was quickly protected by the guests. Already.
He thanked him with a choke, and rushed out of the booth after two sentences. He could hear the bodyguards' questions in his ears, as if the next moment he would besiege and tie someone.
The bodyguards did.
Mr. Zhuo raised his eyelids and slap his chest against the bodyguard. The 80-kilogram man flew upside down and hit the wall. The whole room shook, as if a painful humming.
The bodyguard fell down immediately after "ba 唧".
The customers who were flexing their fists were frightened, and the bodyguards who came to help were surprised, and there was a dead silence in the booth.
Mr. Zhuo said: "Want to find me to settle accounts and let your boss come in person."
The bodyguards who had returned to God wanted to pull their guns and heard this sentence being bluffed.
After Mr. Zhuo spoke, he walked towards the door.
He laughed all the way, like a demon who stepped out of a dark mist to eat people. The crowd panicked and gave way. Mr. Zhuo went out slowly and found that the girl's shadow had disappeared from the corridor.
The assistant followed with cold sweat and carefully observed his eyes: "... boss?"
Mr. Zhuo responded, motioned him to stay to clean up the mess, and took two men away.
Wen Qi did not rush to leave the hall, but went to the women's bathroom on the second floor.
He took off the white skirt, exposed the black tight skirt inside, untied the makeup bag tied to his thigh and replaced himself with a makeup, cut the wig short, and opened the door of the compartment coldly. Two people came in.
Wen Qi: "..."
Isn't this scientific?
His speed is fast enough, and he keeps an eye on the situation behind him. He hasn't found anyone following him. He simply wo n’t chase after him by asking
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so fast. Did the bounce on him when he escaped? A locator?
If it is a locator, it should be on a white skirt ... Wen Qi's mind is turning, and if he walks out of nothing, he will pass by the other side, but Mr. Zhuo suddenly stretches his hands without warning, holding his waist around. He arrived at the nearby door panel.
There happened to be a girl in the nearby room, startled, and was about to swear, and saw the culprit turned his head to look at, with a strange sharpness under his eyes, and said softly, "Have you seen any work?
Damn, he looks so handsome, why is it so scary!
The girl didn't dare to say a word, and hurried away.
"You keep the door." Mr. Zhuo explained to the two men, dragging Leng Yanmei into the vacant compartment beside.
Face-to-face under his hands, obediently stood guard, one of them asked, "Did the boss come to the club to eat?"
"No ... yes, did you drink in that private room?"
"Fuck! Check it out later!"
"it is good!"
Boss convulsion is convulsive, but this is the first time so hungry-thirsty, even two beautiful women in just a few minutes, must have accidentally hit the spring-medicine!
At this moment, Mr. Zhuo, who is "Spring-Medicine", is holding the door with one hand, watching the beauty trapped by him, looking at the other party's new features, and smiling with a horror.
Wen Qidao: "Sir, do you recognize the wrong person?"
"Did I admit it, you know well," Mr. Zhuo asked, "or why do you think I just let you go? Because there are too many people there, it's hard to do anything, okay?"
Wen Qi confessed: "How did you find me?"
Mr. Zhuo said: "Secret."
Wen Qidao: "Locator?"
"Maybe," Mr. Zhuo said when he saw him, pinched his chin. "Don't circle me, my patience has always been bad. Let's go, where is Wen Qi?"
Wen Qi Yiyi: "Wen Qi?"
"Wait a minute!" He lifted his head and avoided the restraint. "Is there any misunderstanding here? I did come to investigate the disappearance of my friend, but that person was not Wen Qi."
Mr. Zhuo asked, "Oh, who is that?"
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Wen Qi opened his mouth and said, "My friend's name is Long Aotian, maybe they were sold."
Mr. Zhuo said, "You act so well. Why can I trust you?"
Wen Qi thought for a while, discouraged: "I have no evidence. I only know that my friend's affairs may be related to Peilan Group. I wanted to find some clues, but I was disturbed by you. If you don't believe me, I have no choice.
Mr. Zhuo calmed down, raised his face, and said tenderly and thoughtfully: "I have a solution, wait for me to tear the pile of things on your face, check your identity, and see which friends you have. . "
Wen Qi said with a chuckle, calmly: "OK, you can check."
Mr. Zhuo said, "What's your name?"
Wen Qi said: "Bingji Dance Purple Funeral Love."
Mr. Zhuo glanced at him, dragged the man out, and prepared to be taken over by his subordinates for investigation.
Wen Qi followed him cooperatively, staring at the hand holding his wrist, sighing: "I said ... Seeing that I had been drinking together a few days ago, can you be gentle after you take me back? "
Mr. Zhuo has drank a lot of alcohol recently, but after hearing this, the first thing that flashed through his mind was the figure of a teenager. What Wen Qi wanted was this momentary opportunity. He made a hard downward effort to make his wrists, and then straightened up to the other person's throat, forcing the man to take a half step back and run with his legs raised.
This happened to be the corner of the bathroom. The doorway was out when the two men couldn't see the situation inside. They suddenly rushed out of a person, and they couldn't react at all. Wen Qi quickly turned right, rushed to the window in a blink of an eye, directly broke through the glass and jumped down, rolled on the spot, and got up and ran towards the back wall of the hall.
Just turn a wall and the car he rents is outside.
This was his plan to escape in an emergency, but he didn't expect it to actually be used.
But unfortunately, his luck today is really bad. Before he ran to the wall, something hit him. He was caught off guard. The whole man took a step. If someone didn't hold his waist in time, he would definitely fall Ugly.
The next moment, a warm body was stuck on the back, and the familiar low voice was mixed with that little hot gasp and rushed to the ear: "Where to run?"
This person is too fast!
Three times planted in the same person's hands, Wen Qi instantly had a swearing impulse, but the well-educated Qian Jun strangled the reins, his words wandered around his mouth and swallowed back.
Mr. Zhuo dragged the person to the corner, reached out and touched his neck, rubbed his thumb slowly, and soon felt a round metal piece, knowing that it was a voice changer, and tore it off.
Wen Qi frowned bitterly: "Just ..."
He took a look, snatched the square fake leather with a voice changer, and stuck it back.
Mr. Zhuo didn't stop, stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled lowly: "It turned out to be you."
He murmured, "It's you ..."
The laughter was mixed with admiration, playfulness, and something dangerous. Wen Qi didn't hear the mood and anger for a while, but felt that his eyes were surprisingly bright, even in the dim light.
"Do you know? I rarely wanted to be a friend the other day," Mr. Zhuo looked at him, "you turned out to be unexpected to me, baby ..."
"Boss!" The two men finally came running panting, disturbing Mr. Zhuo's endless words, "Pei Lan's boss is here, and he is sending someone to look for you everywhere!"
Mr. Zhuo laughed: "I'm not interested in dealing with him now, kill him."
The two men suddenly wanted to kneel: "Don't kid me, boss!"
Mr. Zhuo was still laughing and didn't speak.
Wen Qi was close to him. Listening to his understatement, he intuitively said that what he said was true, as if he had killed the boss of Peiran in the same place as eating.
He couldn't help taking a step back.
Mr. Zhuo immediately pulled the person back, giving him no chance to respond at all. He forced everything to the back of his neck and gave it to his subordinates: "Tie it up and take it away, and return to the company."
The man stunnedly took the unconscious person: "Back to the company?"
"Yes, go now," Mr. Zhuo instructed, "go back and stare at him and tell the company if those people dare let him run, I will let the fire on them."
Imagine that picture, a trembling chill, and carried away.
Mr. Zhuo arranged his clothes, returned to the hall and entered the private room that he had agreed with Mr. Cai of Pelan, and asked, "Are your sons awake?"
Boss Cai was sitting with a calm face and said, "No, I'm sent to the hospital."
Mr. Zhuo said, "Why not wake him up?"
Boss Tsai's anger rushed overhead: "What?"
"You wake him up and you know what's going on." Mr. Zhuo sat down calmly, and reached out to pour wine for himself. Boss Cai froze and contacted the bodyguards to signal their son to wake up. Then they knew the beginning and the end of the matter, and quickly punished himself with a cup and asked, "What about the girl?"
Mr. Zhuo ticked his corner and said, "I didn't catch up."
Wen Qi has been guarding Mr. Zhuo secretly, so he tilted his head when he raised his arm, and did not faint too thoroughly.
However, the speed of the aircraft was too fast, and Mr. Zhuo's company was not far away, so when he recovered his consciousness, he was already brought into his nest.
There were several sounds in my ears.
"The boss wants her? Really?"
"Really!"
"What about the girl in white? Why don't we ask the boss?"
"Well, it's better to ask."
Wen Qi grunted and opened her eyes.
The senior staff of the mercenary company immediately looked at it in unison.
Wen Qi looked around for a week, looked at the rope on his body, and said coldly, "Your boss is really nothing."
The seniors were silent.
Someone scolded his boss and reasonably refuted it, but ... what they said was the truth!
Wen Qi said: "If you want to chase people, chase them well. I have never seen anyone who was rejected after being rejected."
The executives remained silent.
Two seconds later, they scrambled to find the same tone: "--what are you talking about?"