Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han wiped the screen of his phone.

The screen is full of message prompts.

Yuan Miaomiao leaned over with his big head.

"I'll go, Brother Han, does your phone still have battery?"

"Phelps copycat machine, what do you think!"

Wang Han flipped through the news.

I have been on Twin Islands for so many days.

News of the accident had been suppressed until a week ago when it suddenly spread like wildfire and everyone knew about it.

Wang Han also successfully made many news headlines.

After all, the red-clad archbishop from the East died on a plane just a few days after taking office.

This is breaking news.

All kinds of speculations emerged one after another, and the unscrupulous media created eye-catching content in order to attract attention.

There are also many conspiracy theories popping up and various speculations.

Many organizations sent out large teams to find people.

The latest development was the discovery of the remains of the plane.

No other news at all.

The news spread everywhere.

But there are two different scenes at home and abroad.

In the domestic arena.

Those people who had been sent to hunt down the family before heard the news that Wang Han was dead.

Everyone was as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.

There are endless celebratory remarks in Jianghu forum.

Among them, the most popular one included the Mu family under the Spring and Autumn Thatched Cottage. The Mu family celebrated with a big banquet for three days and three nights.

Anyone who says Wang Han died well will receive a red envelope from the Mu family.

On the contrary, many foreign organizations, as well as super families, some top consortiums and even many killer organizations and mercenaries in the underground world have expressed their heavy condolences.

But there are still some people who firmly believe that Wang Han is not dead.

After all, for them, good people don't live long, and people like Wang Han can't die in a hurry.

To this day, the Holy Light Sect has only said that the plane was in trouble after the incident was exposed, and no specific details have been disclosed.

This has led many people to wonder whether it could be caused by the internal struggle of the Holy Light Religion.

As for the living dead.

Merck, the former executive chairman of the Living Dead, made seven or eight calls to Wang Han.

The fact that this old guy in the impression of being very calm can make so many calls in a row shows that he is really anxious. After all, Wang Han's energy is obvious to all. They tried their best to attract Wang Han, and even took out a vice-president level. There was only one intercore, but something like this happened.

Wang Han was lying on the raft.

I have been thinking about things a lot these days.

I probably have a certain number in my mind and just need to verify it.

Send a message to someone to check the captain's movements.

While waiting for news.

Wang Han changed hands and called home again.

When she called Su Qi, the person who answered the phone was the eldest sister Rao Rushuang.

"Where did you die?" Rao Rushuang answered the phone and looked at Wang Han, who was wearing dreadlocks in the video, and the cucumber slices fell off his face as he cursed.

"Something happened. I stayed on an island with no signal for a few days. Where is my wife?"

"Breastfeeding your son!"

Rao Rushuang kicked her slippers and walked upstairs.

Knocked on the door.

The camera then turned, and Su Qi smiled brightly, holding his baby and looking at the camera.

As soon as the little boy saw Wang Han, he immediately held the phone in his little paws and screamed excitedly.

Wang Han smiled with wrinkles all over his face.

Yuan Miaomiao also came over.

The little boy looked at Yuan Miaomiao doubtfully.

Yuan Miaomiao immediately greeted, "Hello, Brother Jingjing."

Wang Han slapped Yuan Miaomiao on the back of the head.

Su Qi smiled softly, "When will you go home?"

The little boy was also holding his cell phone, and he vaguely repeated the last two words of Su Qi's sentence, "Fat family!"

Wang Han's face was full of the smile of an old father.

"I'm going to Neon Country to do some things, and I'll be back in a week!"

Su Qi showed a gentle smile to Wang Han again, "Be safe, we'll wait for you to go home."

She knew Wang Han's current situation, and she couldn't help him much. At least she could give Wang Han the simplest spiritual comfort, letting him know that no matter what the situation, there was still a family waiting for him, and a wife. It doesn't matter whether the child is hot on the bed or whether she is rich or wealthy. She said a long time ago that all she wants is a warm little home.

Wang Han smiled at Su Qi, "Okay! Where is our daughter?"

"Writing homework."

"Where's the pastoral song!"

"playing games."

Mu Yao's loud voice came from the other end of the phone, "Sister-in-law!!! Puzzle games are not called playing! They are called thinking expansion!"

Guoguo came over and called daddy sweetly.

Mu Yao came over with her cell phone, and when she saw Wang Han with dreadlocks on his head, he said, "Oh! Brother Ninth! Who fixed your head? It's quite fashionable!"

"Miss!"

Just when Wang Han shouted, Rao Rushuang grabbed Mu Yao's ears and slapped Mu Yao on the back of the head. Mu Yao muttered, "Stop hitting your head. If you hit me again, you will become like my Brother Long Long!"

The family chatted for a long time before hanging up the phone.

Wang Han looked at the messages he found on his phone.

The former captain's lover once received a huge sum of money.

The captain disappeared before he could spend time. He disappeared on the same day as Wang Han, but he made a special call to his little lover before disappearing.

After layers of investigations, the mastermind behind the final remittance party was finally uncovered.

I live in the mountains and build myself.

Vice President of the Living Dead.

The highest operational command in Asia.

Wang Han played with his phone.

It is indeed this piece of shit.

This piece of shit was among the people I guessed before.

Wang Han took over the position of vice president of this grandson, and the living dead headquarters also asked this grandson to serve as Wang Han's assistant.

The grandson was unconvinced.

This is because he is determined not to let Wang Han take over.

Wang Han sneered in his heart.

If you are unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust.

Wang Han sent a message again.

“Send me all the information about Kengo Jushan!

I'll send you a location and ask our base in Africa to send a plane to pick me up! "

The call came right after, "Boss, Asa has been formed. The theory has been passed long ago. We are just short of a chance for real combat. If you want to kill Kengo Juyama this time, can you let Asa go?" "

"Wait for my news!"

The other end of the phone said excitedly, "No problem!"

Put your phone aside.

Wang Han was thinking about what was going to happen next.

After coming out of the Twin Islands, the two flight attendants came back to life and lost several pounds during this period. The unabashed looks of the rough and savage men on the Twin Islands made the two of them frightened every day. In order to stay on the island On the plane, they chose to stick to Yuan Miaomiao. Unexpectedly, Yuan Miaomiao, who was fine on the plane, inexplicably abandoned them and went to lick someone else. But as soon as they came out, their attitude towards Yuan Miaomiao changed. Yuan Miaomiao started licking her back with gleaming eyes. come over.

Not long after, Wang Han received all the information from Jushan Jianwu.

The business of this old wall lamp was formerly a local society, and his father was the leader of the society. Kengo Juyama stood out among a group of half-brothers and sisters, just like he was a tadpole vying to break out of a tight encirclement. , he also killed his two half-brothers in order to gain power.

Businesses are spread across many industries. The most prominent businesses include clothing business, film and television industry, luxury goods business, technology companies, and the big ones include QQ supplies business.

Wang Han went through all the information about Jushan Jianwu.

A structure gradually formed in my mind.

After arriving in Africa, we arranged a return trip for two stewardesses.

Wang Han went to the base to take another look.

The progress was quite satisfactory, and Yuan Miaomiao was equipped with a killer gun.

This kid was so happy.

But gradually I realized something.

"Brother Han, I remember isn't the God-Slaying Spear unique to the Divine Sect? Why are you the boss of their God-Slaying Spear processing factory?"

Wang Han held a cigarette and looked at his phone.

"Because I am the boss of the Divine Sect."

Yuan Miaomiao looked at Wang Han with a little more admiration in her eyes.

Wang Han was not in a hurry to call Merck.

If you call Merck now, Merck will definitely stop Wang Han from taking action against Jushan Jianwu.

The reason why Merck asked Jushan Jianwu to attack Wang Han was because he wanted Jushan Jianwu to spy on Wang Han.

However, he had no tolerance for others in this small day, so he wanted to deal with Wang Han directly.

Killing Kengo Iyama would be the perfect solution to the spy who was placed around him.

Before that, Merck had hinted to Wang Han that Jushan Jianwu could be recaptured but not killed.

It's just right now, it's justified.

The living dead want the power behind Jushan Jianwu, so Wang Han can just replace Jushan Jianwu with someone else.

...

Whoa!

The snow-white and graceful body stood up from the hot spring, and the water drops rolled down the undulating peaks and plains of the delicate body.

The female secretary knelt down next to the hot spring, picked up a stack of cards from the tray on one side and asked Ikuyama Kengo to draw them.

Ikuyama Kengo drew one at random with his eyes closed.

The female secretary brought another stack of cards for Jushan Kengo to draw.

After pumping several times in succession.

The female secretary looked at the outfit combinations and tonight's theme on the cards.

Tell people to prepare.

Kneeling behind Isuyama Kengo, he gently rubbed his shoulders.

Ikuyama Kengo’s head rested on the female secretary’s tender white thighs, “Has the body not been found yet?”

"not yet."

Jushan Jianwu had a cold smile on his face, "If you don't have it, you won't have it. Don't say it's not yet!"

The female secretary immediately said, "No!"

"How did the captain handle it?"

"It's very clean and evaporated. No one knows where he went."

Jushan Kengo sneered, "There is nothing in this world without traces. If you really want to check it, you can still find it. Merck has actually guessed it is me, but so what, I have always replaced others. No one can replace me in my position! This is also an attitude I give to him and the entire living dead!

It's really driving me crazy, huh, at worst, I'll break away from the living dead and join the floating world! What I am best at is making choices! "

The female secretary massaged Jushan Kengo's shoulders, "There are people in the underground world who want to avenge the Emperor! If the crazy people find out..."

Jushan Kengo laughed and said, "Times have changed. Compared with the living dead, they are nothing!"

The secretary paused, "If...if Emperor Han hadn't died, I'm afraid he would have taken revenge based on his character!"

Ikuyama Kengo raised his head and grabbed the secretary's soft ball with one hand.

The strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, and the secretary's body trembled slightly and he did not dare to speak.

Isuyama Kengo dragged his secretary to him, put it next to his ear, and showed a sinister smile.

"Then kill him again!"

...

Inside the theme room.

A long-haired man was holding a wine bottle, leaning on the bed and drinking wine with a confused expression.

Several geishas were dancing in front of them.

The long-haired man looked decadent.

One calf is also covered with a support frame.

After rummaging in his pocket for a long time, he found a small pill and stuffed it into his mouth. He raised his head and drank it down with wine.

The long-haired man raised his hands, clapped his hands with his palms facing the left, hummed and clapped his hands again, with his palms facing the right.

"The medicine will still take effect for a while, keep dancing!"

After a long while, the long-haired man stood up, rushed over, and tore his clothes arrogantly, like a crazy love beast.

After charging into the battle for a long time, the long-haired man panted, sweating like rain, and muttered.

"I have no strength!"

A cheap laugh suddenly came from behind.

"Want me to push your ass?"