Chapter 251 Cold

Under the night.

In an inconspicuous black car on the street.

"Crack——"

A burst of flames illuminated a face with a scar on the lower jaw.

His facial features were three-dimensional as if they were carved by a knife, especially the pair of eyes hidden in the dark, which were as sharp as a knife pointing at the center of his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man rubbed an old-fashioned long-handled match and lit the cigarette on his lips.

"Hiss——"

After taking a deep breath of the cigarette between his fingers, the middle-aged man threw away the extinguished match casually, and the sound of the tobacco burning violently became clearer in the small space.

He leaned back in the chair, and he was the only one in the car.

In front of him was an old-fashioned black and white screen mobile phone.

After a cigarette, the middle-aged man took out a phone card from the inner pocket of his suit and inserted it into the mobile phone in front of him.

After turning on the mobile phone, a series of long-lost startup sounds were emitted.

There was no need to choose, open the address book, and there was only one number in it.

The number lay there quietly, as if it was an old man who had not been seen for many years and was about to die.

Taking a deep breath, he dialed the number directly.

After a long wait, the call finally connected.

"He agreed," the middle-aged man said before the other party spoke, "I have also contacted the people there. I believe that with them, the lady will be fine.

"Hu——, hu——"

There were bursts of intense panting from the other side of the phone, and the middle-aged man frowned slightly. He could even feel the coldness brought by the breath.

"It's been a long time since such a person appeared," the voice of a person finally came from the other side, but the difference was that this voice was extremely cold, and it was mixed with the sound of "sizzling" electricity.

It was like a mechanical system synthesized sound.

Flat, cold, no emotion could be heard.

"Yes," the middle-aged man replied respectfully: "According to the information we received, Shen Hong is very interested in him and has begun to try to contact him in nightmares," he paused, "more than once. "

"But please rest assured, we are well prepared this time, the lady..."

"Gong Zhe. "The other side suddenly said.

The middle-aged man's expression paused, and he sat up straight subconsciously, like a general listening to the emperor's teachings before going to war.

The muscles of the upper body bulged slightly, stretching the suit tight.

He was much more difficult than Jiang Cheng imagined.

"Keep an eye on this man," the cold voice continued, "at all costs, don't let him be eroded by the deep red, if necessary"

A few seconds later, this mechanically synthesized cold voice had ups and downs for the first time, "You can give up Mengmeng."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man named Gong Zhe's pupils shrank suddenly, he opened his mouth subconsciously, and was about to say something, but the other side did not give him a chance.

"We don't have time," the other side sighed, "and we can't afford such a loss."

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes, and after a while, he nodded, "I understand. " His voice was hoarse.

Without any farewell, the call ended.

After removing the phone card, the middle-aged man's world became quiet again.

He sat alone in the car, and many fragmented pieces with fire and blood surged from the depths of his mind.

He was also one of the survivors of that incident, just like the person on the other end of the phone.

So only they knew how terrible the guys they were going to face were.

Slowly raising his arm, the delicate and loose cuffs with golden lines slid down along the wrist, revealing a huge and hideous scar like a centipede that spread down from the wrist.

The bulging forearm muscles were slightly Trembling, the centipede-like scar seemed to come alive.

Few people knew his past, just as no one knew that his scar started from his wrist and extended all the way to his heart, almost cutting him off with one knife.

"Buzz"

"Buzz"

His thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of a mobile phone.

Of course, it was not the black and white phone with the SIM card removed, but the one in his pocket.

He took out his mobile phone, and the number displayed on it slightly moved him.

As soon as he answered the call, before he could speak, he heard a furious voice, "Uncle Gong, where is that little bastard?"

"Get out of here! "

This was also Xia Meng's voice, but it sounded slightly distorted. It should not be said to herself, but to someone around her.

There were other people's voices indistinctly.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile bitterly. When he left, he deliberately locked Xia Meng in the car, and then ordered his men to watch her, especially emphasizing not to let her out.

But judging from the result, this devil girl still tricked the car door open.

Of course, it was more likely a threat.

After escaping from the predicament, her first reaction must be to come and seek revenge on this young man named Jiang Cheng.

What an enemy

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

"See if I don't peel his skin today and pull out his tendons to use as a rope for jumping!" Xia Meng cursed fiercely. Since she met this man named Jiang Cheng, she has been unlucky.

After being teased again and again, the feud is dead.

"Okay," the middle-aged man said comfortingly, "Just wait for me there, I'll be there soon, I have something to tell you. "

After thinking for a moment, he added in a more serious voice: "This is not our territory. If you really cause any big trouble..."

"Pah."

The other party hung up the phone.

The middle-aged man held the phone, but he couldn't make a call, but he couldn't bear to put it down. He was a little embarrassed for a while.

Finally, this inconspicuous black car drove out and merged into the endless flow of cars with a step on the accelerator.

Soon, the taillights could not be seen.

"Doctor," the fat man sitting on the sofa, stretching his neck and staring at Jiang Cheng whispered: "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you."

Perhaps because Jiang Cheng was about to step into a nightmare again, especially since he seemed to have to face the unknown deep red, the fat man prepared every meal for him as if it were the doctor's last meal.

In the words of the fat man, it is better to be prepared than to suffer any loss. The doctor was not polite to him, and with a "click" sound, he broke off a crab leg of the king crab.

Then he threw it to the fat man.

"Doctor," the fat man picked up the crab leg embarrassedly, held it in his hand, and didn't eat it, but he was reluctant to put it down, "You eat it first, I'll eat it later."

Jiang Cheng raised his head in confusion, with a shrimp in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Who told you to eat it?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and looked at the crab leg in his hand again.

"I asked you to peel the shell for me," Jiang Cheng said with his usual rhythmic tone, "so that I can eat faster."

Fatty: ""

After the meal, the fat man simply cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. He really couldn't concentrate on the messy office.

After all, it was unknown whether the doctor could come back alive.

"Doctor," the fat man asked while shaking the water off his hands, "Did that person contact you?"