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Chapter nine hundred and fortieth letter left(2/2)

"Xiao Zhong, put down the gun." Meng Shaoyuan waved his hand: "Fan Yanqing, Yang Qiaoyue, He Xiuming and I don't know each other, but he is a senior cadre of the Military Command Bureau. If a senior cadre dies, it will not be so silent. Dai

Sir, this person is very considerate of his subordinates. Even if Mr. Dai doesn't take action, I will definitely take revenge on Xiu Ming!"

"He Xiuming is dead, what does it have to do with you!" Fan Yanqing roared.

Meng Shaoyuan smiled, took a step forward, looked at Fan Yanqing, and suddenly slapped him.

The sound of "pop" is crisp and loud.

Meng Shaoyuan looked at the beaten Fan Yanqing again:

"Because I decided to take care of this matter. Let's go."

Meng Shaoyuan took Xiaozhong, Sophia, and Alison and left the He family without looking back.

"That's it?" Xiao Zhong was a little reluctant.

"We don't have the right to arrest people in Changsha. We are not as effective as a policeman here." Meng Shaoyuan smiled bitterly: "But forget it? It's not that simple. Take your time. Take your time, no one will die in vain!"

At this moment, there was a sudden "bang" gunshot.
Chapter completed!
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