Chapter 874 Are You Reasoning with Me?

Chapter 874 Are you reasoning with me?

Bai Yan appeared at the right time, standing near the North District and looking around.

Most of the wounded soldiers and generals on the ground were written by Liu Yun and Mochizuki.

At this time, Li Qiao raised her head and pouted casually, "What are you doing here?"

Bai Yan kicked away the arm blocking the way, ignored the other party's wailing, and squinted at Li Qiao, "Aside from cleaning up the mess, what else can I do."

This man, Najib, cannot die.

At least not on the border.

Li Qiao put down her legs and stood up, walked unhurriedly to Shang Yu, pressed her thin white fingers on his wrist, "Are you tired?"

He Chen who just finished beating the last thug: "??"

He threw the thug's collar behind him and brushed the folds of his shirt, "Sister and sister, did you ask the wrong person?"

Did Shaoyan make a move? The three to seven points agreed, but in the end he kicked Naji, so tired.

Li Qiao glanced at He Chen lightly, then turned her gaze back to stare at Shang Yu's face, and slid her fingers to bring the submachine gun over.

She wasn't sure if Shang Yu's mania had occurred. The gun was in his hands, so there were hidden dangers.

Li Qiao tugged lightly, and the man let go of his hand, and then the submachine gun turned into a parabola and was thrown onto the roof of the jeep.

Shang Yu closed his eyes slightly, covering the dark and deep coldness in his eyes.

Bai Yan came to the two of them and looked down at Na Ji, "Bai Mingyin asked you to come?"

Naji looked at Shang Yu vigilantly, rolled his Adam's apple, looked at Bai Yan and said, "Master Bai, are you planning to intervene in personal grievances?"

Bai Yan rubbed his cheeks, and smiled coldly, "Are you reasoning with me?"

Naji didn't speak, his eyeballs rolled around, as if he was thinking about countermeasures.

Li Qiao turned her head to look at Bai Yan, "You know him?"

"Unfamiliar." Bai Yan caught Li Qiao's hidden displeasure in his eyes, and added, "I'll explain to you later."

He Chen didn't know when he dragged a chair and sat behind them to watch the show, and then added fuel to the flames, "That little fat man said just now that he wanted to take Li Qiao away."

Bai Yan turned sideways, with an ugly expression on his face.

He Chen met his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Oh, he said he wanted to take it away for fun."

"take away?"

"Play?"

Bai Yan repeated a few words slowly, and when he looked back and saw Naji's flickering eyes, he knew that He Chen was not lying.

He took a step forward, leaned slightly with his hands in his pockets, "Who do you want to play with?"

With his back against the front of the car, there was no way to retreat. He glanced at Li Qiao hurriedly and smiled, "Master Bai, it's all a mistake...ah."

"I'll fucking let you play!" Bai Yan grabbed Naji by the collar, and with a strong lift, he fell hard on the front of the car.

Everyone: "..."

Is this what you call picking up the pieces?

Naji was also slammed, his collar was tightly clutched by Bai Yan, wanting to cry but no tears.

Shang Shaoyan actually knew Bai Ye, how could this be possible.

Bai Yan was obviously angry, he punched Na Ji's face left and right, without mercy.

The entire northern area was extremely quiet, and everyone was watching Bai Yan bloody torturing the little fat man who came in with a Burmese army license plate car.

Li Qiao held Shang Yu's hand and stood on the sidelines not far away, until she saw that Na Ji was exhaling more air than inhaling, she reminded quietly, "Isn't it impossible to kill him? You are almost done."

Shang Yu said that this person is still useful.

Bai Yan's fist stopped, and he shook his neck with one hand, "Who am I?"

"Bai... Lord..."

Naji snorted with a bruised nose and swollen face, Bai Yan let go of his hand in relief, and patted his face again, "Remember, I did the hand today, go back and tell the truth, understand?"

"Understand……"

Bai Yan shook off him, turned to look at Shang Yu, raised his eyebrows, "Let him go?"

"Many things." Shang Yu glanced at him, his dark eyes covered with gloom and unhappiness, and gave Liu Yun a look, who immediately strode forward, walked to Naji's side and pulled off the ring on his little finger .

Liu Yun wiped the ring on his sleeve with the ring, then walked up to Li Qiao and offered it with both hands, "Madam, the ring you want."

Li Qiao took it into her hand and looked at it for a few moments, her thumb stroked the lines, her lips showed a hint of understanding, "Give him back."

No wonder a third-rate little man dared to trouble Shang Yu.

The totem on the ring is the emblem of the Bai family in Myanmar.

...

In less than ten minutes, Najib and his men fled in a panic.

Not far away, a miniature camera hidden in someone's hand also quietly recorded the whole process.

When the group returned to the hotel, Li Qiao led Shang Yu to the bedroom first.

He Chen and Bai Yan sat on the balcony and smoked.

"What's the origin of Naji?"

With his ankles on his knees, He Chen lazily raised his head and breathed out the smoke.

He hadn't seen anyone who dared to speak out in front of Shaoyan for many years.

Najib's insignificance is rooted in the people behind him.

Bai Yan bit his cigarette butt and squinted his eyes slightly, his slightly sharp outline was blurred by the white mist, "The supreme commander of Myanmar, a member of Bai Mingyin."

He Chen lit a cigarette, "Do you have friendship?"

"Not really." Bai Yan raised his eyebrows and looked sideways, thought for a while, and said: "I owed someone a favor, and this time I just happened to pay it back."

He Chen glanced at him up and down, with a half-smile, "You're quite trustworthy."

Bai Yan took a breath of cigarettes, and squinted at him, "You'll die sooner or later from talking too much!"

After a few words, the two began to choke on each other.

On the other side, Li Qiao led Shang Yu to sit on the bedside, looking at his eyebrows carefully.

There was nothing discernible about the man's handsome face, which was always indifferent and dignified, but his eyes were too dark, as if hiding an endless abyss.

"Three years ago, you came to Diancheng to do business?"

Shang Yu responded, cast his gaze sideways, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, "Otherwise?"

Li Qiao pursed her lips, touched her nails lightly, "Oh."

The man's brows and eyes darkened, and the corners of his lips sank a little, "Do you suspect that I hurt Xiao Yehui?"

"No." Li Qiao rolled her throat, and pushed back the hair on her cheeks, "I was wondering, since we were at the border three years ago, would we have seen each other?"

In fact, Li Qiao didn't have a deep impression of Shang Yu.

But the timing was so coincidental that she couldn't help but have a daydream.

The man stared deeply at Li Qiao, bent his fingers and rubbed her cheeks, and looked farther away, "Why don't you ask about Xiao Yehui?"

"Why did I ask him?" Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and asked back, with an extremely calm expression, "It's not your move."

Shang Yu chuckled, "So sure?"

"Yeah." Li Qiao grabbed his fingers, "You won't leave any trouble for yourself."

As she spoke, she murmured again with a look of reminiscence, "Three years ago when you were at the border, Seventh Son also had an accident on the same day. Zuo Tang told me that it was...Ming Dailan came forward to pick up the seriously injured Xiao Yehui.

Before, I thought it was because of the miscarriage in the old house, but now... did someone make a trick, making them think that you blew up Xiao Yehui's arm? "