"You father and son will be reunited in heaven." Liao Xuebing grabbed him and threw him into the car, and said to Yuan Ye: "You all go and help Ye Xiaobai, you don't need your help here."

Several people boarded the motorcycle, dispersed like meteors, and disappeared instantly at the end of the airport road.

Chevrolet drove away quickly, leaving behind the members of the Viper Gang who were at a loss. Some drove their cars and carried a few hunting rifles to chase them, but their speed was far less than that of the Speeding Party. It was a little late and could not even see the shadow.

Twenty meters away from the Zhuque Carriage on Zhuque Street, they stopped the car. The shop was charred, the rolling gate was riddled with holes, protruding outward, and the glass doors and windows were all broken, like ruins after the war. A yellow belt was pulled up in front, which was pulled by the police to investigate the explosion and prevent others from interfering. It was now dark and the police had already gotten off work.

There were a few incense sticks under the tree in front of the shop. It was the Speed ​​Party sacrificing Du Wenkai. The matter was urgent and there was no time to hold a funeral. Moreover, Du Wenkai's body was blown into pieces and could not be found at all. Well, he was taciturn during his lifetime and only liked to be with the car. He died with the car and was a part of his body.

Nandi wiped off his snot and kicked the rattlesnake out of the car with one kick, rolled through the yellow belt, and rolled under the tree.

Liao Xuebing walked over, and his leather shoes hit the ground, clicking and clicking, as if it was a pointer to a death knell.

"Using the stolen things, you blindly established your own power. You are a rat crossing the street that everyone calls and beats, and actually commits a heinous evil deed." Lao Liao took out three branches of incense and inserted it under the big banyan tree, saying, "Akai, I will use this mouse to sacrifice to your spirit in heaven now."

The rattlesnake was full of feces and urine, and he forced half of his body regardless of the pain. He shouted: "Brother Bing, spare me a life! There are still millions in my bank. I, I was forced by that beast Bei Mingjun! It's not my business!"

Xu Hao just kicked over and was angry. He had accumulated so much resentment, and his feet were incredible. He kicked off half of his teeth and hit the tree trunk. He couldn't speak immediately.

Residents nearby heard the screams and turned on the lights. When they saw three men beating one, they immediately closed the windows, pulled the curtains, and turned off the lights to go to bed.

"Let him become a totem."

Nandi picked up a bucket of white gasoline from the car and poured it on the Rattlesnake.

After the cold oil was poured on, the rattlesnake was trembling all over, and a heavy smell came from his nose. He immediately understood what was going on. Even though his mouth was swollen, he also restrained the difficulties and shouted loudly: "No! Brother Bing, give me a chance! I. I have an 80-year-old mother..."

The scream stopped abruptly. Before the gasoline in Nandi's hand was poured into his throat. The rattlesnake choked hard, lay on the ground and coughed, raised his head, and saw that the three of them were already walking back. Liao Xuebing turned on the zippo lighter and lit a cigarette, throwing it casually, "Let your screams echo in the night sky of Zhonghai City, let this flame map totem bring the message of destruction to Bei Mingjun. I hope you will no longer steal in eighteen years."

The lighter drew a graceful arc on the face of the rattlesnake with a faint flame blown by the wind.

"Bang!" The rattlesnake was more than ten feet high, and it was swept by the wind. It became more and more prosperous. Before the Suzaku car that had been ruined, he danced wildly, as if he was summoning Du Wenkai's soul.

"Today's game ends here. Everyone returns to the Moon God Manor. The remaining sense of fear is left to the betrayers to slowly experience. By the way, after Che Shenqiu's surgery was completed, even the doctor called him over and was safer."

Things did not end with the rattlesnake turning into ashes. When they returned to the Moonshen Manor, more than 40 members of the Speed ​​Party lived in another villa. Some of the manors were guest rooms, as well as self-powered diesel generators and food that could store huge amounts in the cold storage, and they could even last for half a month.

With the cooperation of the investigators sent by Mo Laowu, all servants, drivers, workers and chefs re-checked their identities until they were convinced of their innocence.

Xie Rushuang was helping to take care of Bei Xiaodan. Murong Lanluo did not want to meet her, so she hid in her room watching TV and stayed in her door. Liao Xuebing took a shower, changed into a nightgown, knocked on the door, and pushed it in.

"Lan Luo, what are you doing? Have you done your homework today?"

Murong Lanluo sat on the bed, holding a big pillow, draped her hair, wearing shorts and a small vest, revealing a large area of ​​pink skin, looking inside, without looking back, and said in a muffled voice: "It's done! Do you want to check?"

"Ha, you still watch cartoons when you are so big?" Old Liao sat down beside Xiao Lanluo, hugged her shoulders, sucked her nose a few times and said, "Oh, my little girl is so fragrant, what shower gel did you use today?"

Murong Lanluo finally turned around and looked at Lao Liao: "Teacher, is Bei Xiaodandi's father very ill? But her family is so rich, you can't even bring her mother back, right?"

"Lan Luo, you must be sympathetic and not so cruel. The Buddha said he always has compassion, so he cuts his flesh and feeds the eagle and sacrifices his life to feed the tiger.

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Murong Lanluo said angrily: "I'm talking about serious matters, don't change the topic! How long does Bei Xiaodan stay before he is willing to leave?"

"Oh, my father is like that. How bad is it for her to hear what you said." Liao Xuebing quickly looked around and said, holding her tender red feet and praising: "Your feet are so beautiful and so comfortable to touch."

Murong Lanluo's face turned red and she slowly lowered her head: "If you want, I will touch you every day."

Lao Liao suppressed the blood that was about to gush, moved his hand up more than two feet away, and said seriously: "The thighs are also very good, very smooth." He leaned back on the bed, leaned his head on her thigh, used it as a pillow, and smelled the charming fragrance from his nose, saying, "Actually, the teacher is a villain. Bei Xiaodan's family is one of the largest families in the China Overseas. Her uncle rebelled and killed my friends in order to consolidate his power. I killed two people an hour ago."

Murong Lanluo had been reaching out to touch Lao Liao's stubborn stubbornness, but his smile suddenly froze. After a long time, Zhan Yan smiled: "No matter whether you are a good person or a bad person, I will always follow you. Since Bei Xiaodan is so pitiful, let her stay for a few more days and leave when the matter is calmed down. I believe you will definitely solve the traitors."

Liao Xuebing never thought of hiding it for a long time. Seeing her indifferent reaction, he couldn't help but be moved and smiled and said, "What a good boy. In a few days, the teacher will take you and Sister Rushuang to the playground."

"Okay, don't be slouched then." Murong Lanluo's comb fell to the edge of the bed and leaned over to pick it up. His delicate chest was pressing on Liao Xuebing's face, which felt soft and plump, and there was a pointed protruding beside his mouth.

"No bra!" Old Liao had a erotic idea, and he couldn't help but hold the protruding object through his vest and licked it with his tongue.

"Ah! Pervert!" Murong Lanluo pushed Lao Liao away, his heart pounding, and he hugged his chest tightly. The feeling just now... was so exciting, as if he was suddenly electrocuted, and his whole body was numb...

Lao Liao scratched his head embarrassedly: "Haha, I, uh, what did I think it was? I didn't expect it was your breasts."

He had no taboos and spoke so explicitly. Murong Lanluo was shy and his face turned redder. He whispered: "Teacher Stinky, I'm disrespectful to me! I'm so old and I still like to eat milk!"

Lao Liao felt even more embarrassed, "Well, it's something that men like. Scientific research shows that from the perspective of physiology, psychology, human evolution, social relations, and ethics, it should be normal. You have a good rest, and I'll go back to the room." He didn't dare to stay any longer and hurried away.

...

In the morning, on the 25th floor of the real estate company office building near the Star Building, Bei Mingjun stood in front of the window overlooking the city scenery of Zhonghai City. People under the street were like ants, trampling on them. After taking a sip of hot tea, he felt relieved and had the power to kill and kill. This was truly a man.

His first assistant, Hong Shixun, walked in with a serious expression and coughed gently: "Mr. Bei, Mr. Bei Caiju of Sky Media sent someone to send a document, which you need to see."

Bei Mingjun said angrily: "I have said no less than three times. When I enjoy the beautiful scenery of my life in the morning and look down on all living beings, don't bother me."

"Looking down on all living beings? Do you think you are a god?" Hong Shixun complained in his stomach and said with a thorn in his mouth: "This is a very important thing, and you must not delay it."

Bei Mingjun took out a thick cigar. Hong Shixun quickly took a step forward, took out a lighter and lit it for him. Then he took a sip and pressed the cigarette butt that was burning very vigorously and very high-temperature on Hong Shixun's forehead. "Get out! From today on, everything in Zhonghai City will be up to me to decide whether it is important or not. I said it is important, that matter must be very important. I said it is not important, and the matter can be put on."

Hong Shixun's cold sweat flowed through the blisters on his forehead, and he felt the scorching pain and whispered: "Mr. Bei, I understand."

"Hmph!" Bei Mingjun took the file bag disdainfully and said, "You have also been an assistant for seven or eight years. You know what should be serious and what should be slow. At present, my mood is the most important, because the axis of Zhonghai will revolve around me."

He pulled out the things in the file bag. It was a stack of photos. The top one was a hanged ghost hanging in front of the window. His tongue was stretched out, his expression was grim and ugly, and he was covered in blood. He couldn't help but frown and said, "Cai Ju plans to make a horror movie and you don't need to ask for my opinion."
Chapter completed!