Chapter 848 Shang Shaoyan Why Leave A Mark For You?

Chapter 848 Shang Shaoyan Why Leave A Mark For You?

The living room of a bungalow, compared to the dilapidated and shabby exterior, is unique inside.

Modern facilities are available, and there is a working robot vacuum on the floor.

Li Qiao walked up the stairs with ease, and Bai Yan followed behind her, "How many days can I stay this time?"

"Two or three days."

Bai Yan's eyes fell on her neck, staring at the strawberry, and sneered: "Just two or three fucking days, Shang Shaoyan will leave you a mark?"

To say that his layout is as big as the eye of a needle is a compliment.

Li Qiao glanced at him lightly, but said nothing.

The two walked into the study one after the other, "Who is watching Landis?"

Bai Yan opened the chair for her to sit down, while he leaned against the corner of the table and spoke condescendingly: "Xiaolong. The hotel is located in the commercial street behind the night market. Do you want to bring someone here?"

"Inappropriate." Li Qiao closed her eyes, thinking about the current situation in Feicheng, "Lead him to the south of the city."

Bai Yan pouted, "Are you protecting him or are you going to kill him in the south of the city?"

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids calmly, "Look at his performance."

Bai Yan knew it all, and his sinister and masculine outline was mixed with a somewhat familiar smile, "It's hard to come back, why don't you stay a few more days? I called back those little brats, they have been waiting for a long time I haven't seen you."

"No."

Li Qiao refused very straightforwardly. As for the little boy Bai Yan was talking about, he was a confidant cultivated by the two of them. Unlike the members of the Yan League, they usually follow Bai Yan to "dominate" in Feicheng.

There are a total of twelve confidantes, named after the twelve zodiac signs.

For example, the little tiger and Maverick who kicked the iron gate, and the little dragon who was stalking.

There's no way, Bai Yan is a waste of names, in addition to his confidantes, including the members of the Yan League, they also directly replaced their names with twenty-six English letters for the sake of saving trouble.

In the evening, the sky is getting dark.

Li Qiao and Bai Yan were about to leave for the south of the city.

Liu Yun volunteered to help drive the car, and his desire to show off was extremely strong.

In the car, Li Qiao felt the bumpy road and gradually frowned.

Sensing her dissatisfaction, Bai Yan took out his mobile phone and made some arrangements, "Let the little mouse repair the road on the Second Street tomorrow, don't let his mother know how to collect protection fees every day, let him do some personnel work."

Liuyun and Luoyu exchanged glances without saying a word. He was the leader of a black organization, and getting his name was like a joke.

...

The southern end of Feicheng was originally a concentration camp for various small and medium-sized forces.

There are Yanmeng bosses sitting in the city, no one dares to do anything wrong.

The southern tip borders Myanmar, and there are countless refugees who have fled. They have been in a leaderless state for a long time.

A few months ago, a person appeared suddenly. With the help of Bai Yan, he forcibly incorporated all the organizations in the south of the city and became the biggest leader here.

Someone later found out his name, it seems to be Tu Anliang.

South of the City Nightclub.

Li Qiao got out of the car and followed Bai Yan to the box.

The decoration style inside the nightclub is almost a perfect copy of Nanyang's Athena that never sleeps.

The south of Fei City, the status of Fei City, is the future that Li Qiao promised Tu Anliang.

In the VIP box on the top floor, two bodyguards stood at the door.

When they saw Bai Yan, they called out respectfully: "Brother Bai."

Bai Yan waved his hand, stepped forward and opened the door of the box, and motioned to Li Qiao sideways, "Let's go."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, stood at the door and whispered, "I'll go by myself, you wait for me outside."

"You don't need me to accompany you?" Bai Yan was a little worried.

Li Qiao said no, and walked straight into the room.

...

On the other side, Shang Yu was sitting in the advanced ward of the Royal Private Hospital, dragging an Ipad with one hand, watching Li Qiao's whereabouts.

The locator shows that she is currently in the south of Feicheng.

On the hospital bed, Zong Zhan rested his arms on the back of his head, and glanced down at the man across from him, "Are you sure that she went out alone and had a fight?"

Shang Yu raised his eyelids, withdrew his eyes and said in a low voice, "Your illness can't be cured?"

Zong Zhan tugged at the collar of his hospital gown, "Don't stay longer, how can I be worthy of the one-month sick leave note issued by the hospital, I haven't been so free for a long time."

"Xi Luo is going to Myanmar at the beginning of the month, you go with her." Shang Yu put down his iPad and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

"When I'm free?"

Shang Yu leaned over to pick up the teacup, raised his eyebrows and looked at Zong Zhan, "Because of her, she would rather pretend to be sick and stay in Nanyang. Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to go to Burma?"

Zong Zhan suddenly sat up from the bed, and corrected him righteously: "Shang Xiaowu, who told you that I stayed for her?"

"Go to Burma with her, and you can do whatever you want." Shang Yu sipped his tea, raised his thick eyebrows slightly, "Don't let her get Li Qiao's idea."

Zong Zhan laughed angrily, "You are so fucking worried that she will kidnap your woman, right?"

Even if he stayed because of Xi Luo, it was entirely to settle accounts with her.

That woman is a fucking thing.

Giving him laxatives was so merciless that he almost died in the bathroom.

Zong Zhan, as a wolf dog in the military, couldn't swallow this kind of grievance.

Shang Yu hooked his thin lips calmly, "So, you go."

Zong Zhan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but on second thought, it might as well be possible.

Not in the country, he has less restraint, and it is easier to punish Xi Luo.

...

Crimson City, nightclub boxes.

Landis' hands were cut back by the rope, and he looked suspiciously at Li Qiao who came slowly.

He was in his early forties, with the standard appearance of a British emperor, and nothing unusual could be seen in his blue eyes.

As a former member of the Cavaliers, Landis has a good psychological quality.

He looked directly at Li Qiao, and asked with a British accent, "Who are you?"

Li Qiao walked to the sofa opposite him and sat down, opened the webpage, found Xiao Yehui's photo, and then put the phone on the table.

Landis looked at the situation, his lowered eyelids visibly trembled, and then raised his head, regaining the daze just now, "Who is he?"

People with better psychological qualities will often act quietly on the spot.

However, Li Qiao saw through his tricks, and smiled lazily: "You should ask, what is the relationship between me and Duke Charmain."

Landis pretended to be puzzled and shook his head pretendingly, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Li Qiao smiled but said nothing, leaning against the back of the chair and meeting his eyes.

A few minutes passed, and Li Qiao was still calmer than him.

Landis couldn't bear it anymore, and finally asked, "What's your relationship with Charman?"

Li Qiao dragged her chin with one hand and thought about it seriously, "It's either he dies or I live."

Landis nodded calmly and asked, "Then what do you want from me?"

"I want to hear you tell a story." Li Qiao rubbed her chin, her eyes wandering around him, "For example, what did you know and what did you see in Pama eleven years ago?"

"Pama..." Landis's expression changed slightly, and he managed to maintain his composure, "I don't know, I don't know anything, you arrested the wrong person."

Li Qiao looked at Landis playfully, and some answers were ready to come out.