Yellow Hair’s eyes flickered around, "This is really a case of trying to avoid conflict at the Dragon King Temple. Miss Ji doesn’t recognize , but I know Miss Ji very well..."
This person speaks slickly, clearly not a good person at first glance.
"Tie him up, and investigate his background thoroughly."
The man in black stepped forward, ready to seize Yellow Hair. Yellow Hair was kicked so hard in the ribs by that freak they nearly broke, leaving him entirely powerless, only able to lie on the ground obediently.
At this mont, Dong Xieyou suddenly put his hand to his lips and blew a sharp whistle that pierced the dark night.
He dared to co alone, so how could he be unprepared?
"Brother Han, we are surrounded." Yuesheng barged in, walking in nacingly.
Pei Qinghan remained as calm as ever, giving Yun Ya a sidelong glance. Yun Ya sneered, "Overestimating oneself."
The next instant, a shadow flew past, and before Dong Xieyou could react, a hand clinched his throat, lifting him up, his feet half a ter off the ground.
Dong Xieyou looked at the face before him, indistinctly masculine or feminine, with eyes cold as an ice mountain in perpetual winter, shrouded in mist, mysterious and dark.
An unspeakable fear arose from the depths of his heart; when did such a mysterious expert appear beside Ji Yunya?
The fingers gradually tightened, and he almost couldn’t breathe.
"Mingyue." Yun Ya spoke softly.
Mingyue suddenly released his grip, and Dong Xieyou fell to the ground, nearly passing out.
Two n in black quickly tied up Dong Xieyou’s hands and feet and carried him away.
Yellow Hair was completely terrified; Emma was too frightening. It seems she was still lenient with him; now, he only hoped the Boss would quickly co to manage his wife.
Yun Ya glanced at him indifferently, and Yellow Hair had never seen such an eerie look. How did the Boss manage such a terrifying woman?
"Are you with the police?" Yun Ya suddenly asked.
Yellow Hair was taken aback, surprised that she figured it out so quickly, "How did you know?"
She suddenly rembered seeing this person at Fan Weiying’s engagent party, the one who saved Fan Weiying’s fiancé, and at that ti, like a heavenly god, rescued her, Yan Song...
Thinking of this, Yun Ya’s heart trembled. Is he also nearby...
As if responding to her thoughts, Uncle Chang burst in with his n, "Miss, everything’s cleaned up, but... this Dong called the cops." As the words fell, he glared fiercely at Yellow Hair.
Yellow Hair swallowed nervously; Boss, co save ...
A gentle voice sounded beside his ear, carrying the mild breeze of April, stirring his heart.
"Don’t be afraid, you leave first, leave this to ."
Yun Ya turned her head; it was Pei Qinghan’s gentle and serene face, the intoxicating lights unable to hide the traces of concern in his eyes.
Yun Ya pressed her lips, glancing at Yellow Hair.
"It’s too late now."
She never thought she would reunite with him in such circumstances.
She wandered in the darkness, her hands covered in blood; he was the just god ending evil, light and darkness, forever irreconcilable.
——
"Boss, sothing’s off." Eagle cautiously observed the surroundings, very abnormal.
Yan Song walked calmly inside, a group of n in black erged from the darkness on the second-floor hallway, aiming their guns at their heads.
"Indeed, a trap." Eagle muttered, clenching his fist.
Yan Song’s expression didn’t change, coldly saying, "Bring out your Boss."
The next mont, Yuesheng slowly walked out, wolf-like eyes gleaming, sinisterly tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Young Master Yan, long ti no see."
Yan Song’s pupils contracted; it was him—
He steadied himself and coldly said, "We ca for Dong Xieyou, not to clash with Mr. Pei. We hope Mr. Pei cooperates... otherwise... a charge of harboring a globally wanted criminal, I fear Mr. Pei cannot bear."
What exactly does Pei Qinghan intend to do?
Yuesheng snorted coldly, "Any words worth saying must be said before Brother Han, please."
Eagle secretly clenched his fists, these people were excessively arrogant.
Yan Song stepped forward, Yuesheng blocking Eagle, Eagle frowned, "What are you doing?"
Yan Song glanced sideways, "Wait here."
"Yes." Eagle glared fiercely at Yuesheng.
"Young Master Yan." Yan Song entered the room, greeted by a man laughing and sitting on the sofa.
Yan Song discreetly glanced around, calmly saying, "Mr. Pei, please hand over Dong Xieyou, otherwise, we may need to discuss this at the police station."
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