In fact, both sides are preparing. Li Zhen is preparing, and Sun Jingtang is preparing too.

After he got home, he smashed something, slapped a few times, cursed a few rare swear words, and then sat in the study to calm down.

The man was indeed arrogant. He had to give appropriate lessons so that he could relieve his hatred. As for this "appropriate", he believed that the minimum limit should be "a happy death".

He thought about it carefully for a while and thought that the other party might have some support. Even though he said he was not afraid of the "King of Ice and Snow and Wind", if Li Zhen had acted like this after receiving the instructions of the little girl, he felt that he was not sure that he could fight against two super A-level figures at the same time. So on this afternoon, Sun Jingtang contacted several other people.

A whole network of relationships was spread out, and information and information from all over the country began to be summarized in his study.

Indirectly, I made several calls, and summoned some people.

Finally, Sun Jingtang looked at the conclusion in his hand and shook his eyebrows in disbelief.

Is Kitagawa Seiyaki likely dead?

Although everyone agreed that she was just a little girl, she never had any doubts about her combat effectiveness - she was a well-deserved king.

However, the king now...

Died silently?

Sun Jingtang fell into a long silence. First of all, he thought it was a conspiracy. However, after the information in his hand was analyzed by experts, he was confident in the channel of the news. Thinking of Li Zhen’s attitude that day—

After seeing Beichuan's clothes, it seemed like someone touched the reverse scale...

Ten is true.

Sun Jingtang let out a breath with complex feelings. The next moment, his mood became a little happier.

That's all that boy is left. And that boy's behavior is easy to understand - he takes his anger at his failure to lend a helping hand in time, and is so blinded by hatred that he challenges himself overestimating his abilities.

Then he saw another report.

No matter what, Li Zhen is from the Secret Service Office. Sun Jingtang can be without any scruples in the Philippines, but he must maintain due respect for a giant like the empire. So the second thing he wanted to figure out was - what does the Secret Service Office think?

An old friend asked Yanjing for information through a trustworthy person. The reply he received was "Just pretend I have never heard of this question from you."

This is already a very clear attitude - the Secret Service doesn't care about Li Zhen's life or death, and even hopes that he can get rid of this annoyance for them.

However, this is the conclusion drawn by Sun Jingtang. As for who the insider in Yanjing didn't care about it... Maybe it needs to be considered later.

Out of caution, he also sent someone to secretly meet with the highest officer of the local dispatch agency.

The other party's reply made him realize once again that things were moving in a direction that was beneficial to him.

"We just pretended that we didn't see anything." said the chubby Captain Teng Anhui, "Don't ask us to cook if something happens."

Sun Jingtang believed that the other party showed considerable respect for him - completely different from the ignorant and arrogant major of the Secret Service. So that night, 50,000 yuan flowed into the captain's personal account, and once again received the other party's guarantee.

"If you say you don't participate, we won't participate."

So far, Sun Jingtang was full of complacent and confident. He even felt in the mood to pull out a cigar and cut it carefully, then narrowed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while.

The mouth is very open. It is neither too tight nor too loose. The mellow smoke lingers in the mouth and is sprayed out, and even the nose is intoxicated by this "refreshing" smell.

So he glanced at the sky outside the window. It was already night, and it was six:35 now.

It was not the time... However, there was a blood flowing on his body, which made him feel a little hot and unable to vent.

So he pressed the bell at the table twice. Three minutes later, a maid came in. This was a young girl who was not as beautiful as a young girl - she could only be considered pretty. However, what Sun Jingtang wanted was not her face, but her lips and tongue. He leaned on the back of the chair, turned half a circle, and slightly spread his legs.

The maid obediently walked to him and walked two steps in front of him, unbuttoning his trouser belt.

This was a top-notch. He was so amazed in his heart. Then he heard the bookshelf behind him ringing, and then the entire bookcase turned inside and another girl walked out.

But Sun Jingtang was not panicked, but instead raised his head slightly: "Ms. Bai is also interested?"

Faced with this almost vulgar and shameless teasing, the girl who walked out just pursed her thin lips, narrowed her bright big eyes slightly, showed a slightly disgusting look, and walked towards the door.

Sun Jingtang laughed: "Who protects me if you leave?"

He said as he pressed the maid's head, and the pretty girl under him stopped there, resisting the feeling of retching.

Miss Bai turned her head and looked at him and whispered: "I said, don't do this when I'm here."

She turned around and continued walking, but paused again: "I'm the same outside the house. I'll come back after the work is done."

Sun Jingtang grinned and looked at her convex back and buttocks, and suddenly slapped the maid's head under her crotch: "What are you calling me?"

The maid whispered in a vague way: "…Bai Xiaodang."

Sun Jingtang became too big and too big. The girl who walked out of the door slammed the door hard.

The thick wooden door blocked the girl from the scene in the room. Bai Xiaodang wanted to go further, but after thinking about it, he leaned against the door. He took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket and whispered, "How can I plant it?"

This swear word seemed quite inconsistent with her beautiful face - she was the kind of girl who looked like a lady from a wealthy family, with a face that most orientals would admire for - big eyes, high nose bridge, small mouth, and oval face.

Such adjectives seem pale and powerless, but they are very appropriate to describe her. It is these four common combinations that allow her to be called a beauty with a well-deserved reputation...but the beauty is in a very bad mood now.

It was so bad that when I saw the eldest son of the Sun family walking through the other end of the corridor, I was too lazy to straighten my back and say hello.

However, Sun Siwen, the only son of Sun Jingtang, saw the beautiful girl leaning against the wall and sucking mist, stopped and asked, "What's wrong, Miss Bai?"

Bai Xiaodang glanced at him and said nodded in the door: "The old guy is doing it."

In front of his son, Sun's owner "Old Guy"... Sun Siwen didn't get angry. Not only did she not get angry, she smiled apologetically: "I'm so sorry."

Bai Xiaodang raised his honey-colored lips, straightened his waist as if he had suddenly discovered a toy in front of him, and stroked his fingers on Sun Siwen's chest: "I'm so sorry, or is it a fake sorry?"

Sun Siwen's face flushed slightly: "Well... I'm so sorry."

Bai Xiaodang was still smiling, his big eyes narrowed into slits, his long eyelashes flashed, and the misty water vapor seemed to seep out: "Then go in and kill him, where will we elope?"

Sun Siwen was stunned, then took two steps back, and his face turned red: "Miss Bai, don't talk nonsense-"

Bai Xiaodang's smile suddenly subsided, leaned back, and looked at Sun Siwen coldly: "One old and one young, there is no good thing. I don't dare to sip, and the little one is greedy, but I don't dare to sip."

Sun Siwen coughed, as if she didn't know what to say.

However, Bai Xiaodang had already stepped on the cigarette butt on the expensive carpet and sighed: "Okay. I won't tease you. When will you do it? I have to know when the person will come."

She took the initiative to change the subject, and Sun Siwen suddenly felt that the pressure on her body was reduced a lot, so she shook her head slightly: "It depends on what her father means. He probably thought, it's just tonight."

"That old guy looks confident." Bai Xiaodang stretched his waist. His plump and round breasts were almost torn to his thin shirt. Sun Siwen glanced at it and quickly turned his head, "But I heard that the man was Seraph, a super A-level, how could the old guy have such a great grasp?"

Sun Siwen ignored the three words "old guy" and whispered: "He is just a person. The secret service doesn't care about his life or death, and he doesn't matter locally. And... someone is coming there."

Bai Xiaodang was slightly stunned. Before he could put down his arm in the air, his slim waist stretched into an attractive arc: "Do you talk about the door to truth?"

"Yes." Sun Siwen nodded, "It is said that they have secret weapons."

Bai Xiaodang laughed "puff" and covered his mouth with his snow-white and slender fingers: "Secret weapon? That's super A-level, and it's worthy of the title of king-level - what kind of secret weapon can be sure to kill him?"

Sun Siwen's mouth moved, as if he was not going to reveal more. However, Bai Xiaodang leaned over and said "um" with only a "hmm". The eldest son of the Sun family blushed and took two steps away: "It's the bullet that... can kill the ability."

Bai Xiaodang was slightly stunned, then frowned: "Why are you trying to kill me? What bullets to kill the ability-whose heart will not die if he gets shot?"

Sun Siwen waved his hand quickly: "That's not what it means. It means that even if this bullet penetrates your arm, it will not cause fatal injuries...those with ability will die."

Bai Xiaodang looked at the other person's face carefully and confirmed that he was not lying. He really covered his mouth and let out a low voice: "Is there such a thing? It was created by the door of truth?"

Sun Siwen seemed to be happy that he could tell a secret that surprised the other party from the bottom of his heart, and nodded heavily: "That's right. The person came the day before yesterday. He was in contact with his father and demonstrated it to us. But his father did not agree to them at that time. Until today... the boy hit the gun himself. Haha..."

Bai Xiao immediately lost interest, lit a cigarette for himself, first listened to the room, and curled his lips: "The old guy is quite capable of tossing."

He sighed again and said, "Oh, I still think that Li Zhen is quite handsome, who knows he will be killed by this old guy."

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