The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1125 Warning, the sweetness exceeds the standard (69)

"Just send it, you can deal with it."

Jiang Tang's voice was a little hoarse, and the manager asked with concern.

"Have a cold?"

"Ah."

"Then you rest, let Zhang Ke go if you have any questions, I will go to work."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Tang went back to sleep again, and when he woke up again, the room was pitch black.

The temperature of the air conditioner was a little low. Jiang Tang grabbed his phone and looked at it. It was already past two o'clock in the morning, and Song Naichao hadn't come back yet.

She called him.

It took a long time to be connected.

"Jiang Tang."

The man called out in a low voice, the voice was a little empty, mixed with the sound of the whining wind and the rushing waves.

"where?"

Jiang Tang asked, twisting the veil on the curtain lightly with his fingers, looking out of the window quietly with his black eyes, his eyes were completely dark.

At this moment, on the other side of the earth, at the port of Dolphin Bay in Italy, a man in a black windbreaker stands on the vast seashore, his tall and straight body looks like a static sculpture.

"I was working outside. I just wanted to call you, but you called me."

The man's voice was very soft, and it was blown away by the wind. Jiang Tang couldn't hear it clearly, and could only vaguely hear the strangeness in the man's tone.

"Then you continue to work, I hung up."

"Don't hang up, I'm not busy now, you can chat with me again."

Song Naichao lowered his eyes, looking at the waves below him constantly hitting the rocks, breaking and cracking, and wet his shoe uppers.

Behind them stood dozens of men in black suits, holding silver guns in their hands, standing in a circle, and pointing their guns at the man in the middle.

The figure surrounded by the crowd fell to the ground, angry and weak, his face was covered by his messy hair, so that people could not see his face.

Everyone was waiting for the command from the man at the port, and the wind was getting stronger. Listening to the soft voice on the phone, Song Naichao's heart sank unconsciously.

The man held the phone in one hand and a silver gun in the other, speaking soft words in his mouth.

"I'll go back early tomorrow morning, you wait for me at home."

After hanging up the phone, the man stared at the screen of the phone for a long while, then turned around after a while, walked towards the crowd with long legs.

The men in black gave way to him one after another, the wind on the beach was getting stronger and stronger, the waves crashed against the shore, and the white waves scrambled to rush up.

Song Naichao lowered his eyes and looked at the person below him.

"Have you made up your mind?"

He asked slowly, his pale face was still very gentle and quiet, and there was a cold light in his black eyes.

The man on the ground didn't respond.

Song Naichao then raised the silver gun in his hand and aimed it at his forehead,

The mood is still cold, making people mistakenly think that what he is holding in his hand is not a gun, but a balloon taken from a tree for the child.

He always looks innocent and ignorant, but what he says is extremely cruel.

"If you don't speak, I will kill your daughter."

As soon as the words fell, he raised his gun, pointed at the motionless cloth bag under his feet, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

A shot was fired without giving the man on the ground a chance to react.

The man who was lying motionless trembled, roared in pain, and curled up in despair, as if a gun had been shot at him, and in the sound of the wind he howled like a captured wild animal.

Song Naichao was expressionless. The secretary standing beside him bent down and untied the sack, revealing a pale face inside.

The young girl's long hair was messy, her delicate and expensive skirt was crumpled into a ball, her hands were drooping limply, on the sticky part of her blond hair, there was a black bullet hole on her forehead.

(End of this chapter)