Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Su Xiaoyu rolled a very round white eye and winked at Xiao Jingye.

Xiao Jingye comes to Su Dayong with great understanding. He subdues Su Dayong with little effort. His bony fingers break his chin.

Su Xiaoyu threw the pills in.

Without the moistening of water, the pill just stuck in his throat, and Su Dayong coughed.

After the sugar coating melts, the bitter kernel comes out.

This bitter feeling made Su Dayong's face change, and his heart panicked for a moment, "what did you give me to eat?"

Su Xiaoyu couldn't help rolling his eyes. "It's what you want. What's the name of the ghost?"

"All right." Mu Yun waved his hand to Su Xiaoyu to come back, straightened his face and continued to ask, "now you can say, where is the meeting place?"

Su Dayong raised his head and thumped his chest. It took him a long time to swallow the pills that adhered to the mucous membrane of his throat.

Hearing this, his face was slightly stunned, his eyes quickly dodged, and he said, "in the western suburbs, where the national highway crosses the bridge, there is a toll station."

He thought that the professional killer was stupid all his life, and finally made a decision against his heart.

Without hesitation for a second, mu Yunshen turned to Su Xiaoyu and said, "go to check it right away."

"Yes."

Su Dayong clenched his fist and looked away. He silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, muddy pupil flashing a little obscure light, "now you can let me go."

With that, he stood up slowly, his toes pointed to the direction of the door, his back arched slightly, his body like an arrow on the string.

Mu Yunshen's vision has been falling on him. His dark eyes are calm, and he can't even see whether there is focal length.

His lips slightly upward hook a little, eyebrows and eyes are not as sharp as just now, soft down when the whole person like a good-looking doll.

Su Dayong quickly glanced around. Although he had never been in or out of such a high-level place, he quickly found the location of the door with his intuition of being forced into a desperate situation.

Get up, run, run out, run away from these people!

Su Dayong quickly worked out a perfect plan for himself in his mind, but such a plan did not succeed.

Before he had time to exert himself, he heard a light smile in his ear.

It was the scornful voice of the young man who came down with the chuckle. "Oh, I can't see that you are so old, but your hands and feet are quite sharp. When did you move to the door? Why, where do you want to go? Huh? Shall I see you off? "

Su Dayong was shocked. His body suddenly bounced aside like an electric shock. When he reacted, his back was soaked with sweat, and he was as wet as if he had just been picked up from a pool.

He was pale, and then he remembered that there was such a dark man in the office.

Ah zhe crooked his lips and squeezed his eyes slightly. He joked, "it's very sensitive to act, but the brain doesn't work. Do you have a history of Alzheimer's disease?"

"Gu Beihua won't hire an Alzheimer's to do things." Mu Yun deeply waved his hand and coldly inserted a sentence, which seemed to be an excuse for Su Dayong, but it was more like an additional irony.