Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

When the moon climbed up to the treetops, a man jumped in from the window. Xia Qingqing yawned and said angrily, "Why are you here so late? I was about to go to bed."

"There were a lot of things to do today, so it took some time."

Shen Qiubai smiled and walked closer to the bed, gently pinched her face a few times, and joked: "A pinch will make you less sleepy."

"Snapped"

Xia Qingqing patted him with her paw and asked him if he had eaten.

"Eat when we go back."

As soon as Shen Qiubai finished speaking, a pile of food appeared on the table, steam coming out of it.

"Let's have the soup first. This shop is famous for its soup. I bought some of everything."

Xia Qingqing scooped him a bowl of bitter melon and pork ribs soup, which is good for clearing away heat and reducing internal heat. It is hot and humid here in Hong Kong City, and drinking some soup every day is good for the body. She also saw a red pimple on Shen Qiubai's forehead and bloodshot eyes.

Apparently, the bodyguard job at the Liang family has not been easy these days, and they are all getting anxious and angry.

Shen Qiubai drank three bowls of soup and ate six beef patties from Beijing, then he sighed with satisfaction. It was good to have space, so that he could eat hot meals anytime and anywhere.

"I learned from Xia Mingchen that there are two people in the city who have the high-precision machine tools we need. One is Brian and the other is Jiang Zhitong. Both of them are bad guys. Let's get all the machine tools they have."

While he was eating, Xia Qingqing talked about the machine tool.

Shen Qiubai finished the soup in the bowl, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I also want to tell you about this. Brian's father has fighter planes and blueprints. This father and son hate Chinese people. Liang Yiran spent a lot of effort, but failed to make old Brian give in."

"Since they won't accept our toast, why don't we just not spend a penny and get something for nothing!"

Xia Qingqing snorted lightly. She was not a good person to begin with. Besides, Brian and his son hated China, so they were China's enemies. It was only natural to take the enemy's things. Only a fool would reason with the enemy!

Shen Qiubai raised the corners of his lips and looked doting. He liked Qingqing's flamboyant look. She would use any means to deal with her enemies and had no principles towards her own people.

All along, his requirement for his people was to be unprincipled and loyal.

Whether they are his brothers, lover, or family, they should stand by him without any principles, regardless of right or wrong, just talk about affection.

Even if he does something wrong, you will choose him without hesitation instead of blaming him righteously.

If he did something wrong, he would accept the punishment, but he did not need to be blamed by his own people.

Therefore, he particularly liked Xia Qingqing's unprincipled protection of her own people, because he was also such a person.

"Wait until I find the storage location of the fighter planes and machine tools before taking action."

As Shen Qiubai spoke, he peeled the shrimp and stuffed the shrimp into Xia Qingqing's mouth.

"Damn it, I brushed my teeth!"

Xia Qingqing glared at him in reproach, but she didn't spit out the shrimp. She chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

"Please peel this plate of shrimp before you leave."

As they were eating, Xia Qingqing became interested and took out a plate of prawns, asking him to peel them before leaving.

Shen Qiubai chuckled and obediently peeled the shrimps, peeling one and feeding it to the pig. His hands were long and beautiful, as if they were born for peeling shrimps. Soon he finished peeling a plate of shrimps, and Xia Qingqing was full and burped.

"gone."

Shen Qiubai wiped his hands, hugged her and kissed her hard for several minutes before jumping out of the window and quickly disappeared into the night.

Xia Qingqing touched her swollen mouth and muttered softly: "You run away after lighting the fire, how annoying!"

The night was long and she had to spend it alone again.

Ugh!

She put the dishes on the table into her space, brushed her teeth, and prepared to go to bed.

"bell……"

The urgent ringing of the phone sounded particularly harsh in the silent night.

"You're calling me in the middle of the night. Are you awake?"

Ah Feng went to answer the phone in a half-asleep state, complaining non-stop.

"I'll pick it up, you go to sleep!"

Xia Qingqing went downstairs and asked Ah Feng to go to bed.

As soon as she picked up the phone, she heard a low female voice that sounded very panicked, "I'm Zhao Baoling, someone wants to kill me."

"Who wants to kill you? Where are you now?"

Xia Qingqing was surprised. It turned out to be Miss Zhao. Who wanted to kill her in the middle of the night?

"I'm at home... Miss Xia, don't call the police. I know it was Jiang Zhitong who sent them because the three killers were his men. I'm sorry, I can't find anyone else to call."

Zhao Baoling's voice was trembling, but she remained calm. She said a long string of words and then hung up the phone.

Xia Qingqing frowned, she had many questions.

First, why did Jiang Zhitong want to kill Liang Yiran?

Second, why did Jiang Zhitong want to kill Zhao Baoling?

Third, why didn’t Zhao Baoling allow anyone to call the police?

Xia Qingqing quickly figured out the second and third points. Zhao Baoling knew Jiang Zhitong's secret, so he wanted to kill her to silence her.

Zhao Baoling didn't allow the police to call the police, probably because Jiang Zhitong had an informant in the police station and calling the police would be tantamount to seeking death.

Jiang Zhitong’s background is not simple!

She called the Eighth Master, quickly wrote a note, and asked him to take the message to Shen Qiubai to rescue Zhao Baoling.

Shen Qiubai was still on the road when he was caught up by Mr. Baye, who jumped in through the car window. He was startled and subconsciously reached for his gun.

"It's me!"

The Eighth Master slapped him hard on the face with his wings, which hurt a lot. Shen Qiubai touched his face, looking helpless. This was the first time in his life that he was slapped in the face by someone, and that was a bird.

But he had to endure it and didn't even dare to lose face. After all, this guy was a real bird ancestor.

The Eighth Master threw the note into his hand. Shen Qiubai opened it and recognized that it was written by his wife.

"The three killers are Jiang Zhitong's men. Zhao Baoling is in danger now. She is in ******. Don't call the police."

Shen Qiubai wrote down the address, turned the car around and went to Zhao Baoling's house.

Mr. Ba was so excited that he lay down on the passenger seat and went to watch the fun.

A large sea-facing flat located on the 36th floor of a high-end residential area.

Zhao Baoling was hanging under the balcony, holding on tightly with both hands. Her nails were all covered, but she felt no pain. She just hoped that the two killers would leave quickly.

She is used to taking a bath before going to bed and applying a facial mask to moisturize her whole body and mind so that she can have a good sleep at night.

A quarter of an hour ago, while the hot water was running, she used pearl powder, flour and milk to make a facial mask. In the past, she would play some soothing piano music when doing this, but after watching the news tonight, she was restless and in no mood to listen to music.

She didn't play any music as she wanted to go to bed quickly after taking a bath, so the house was very quiet with only the sound of her applying the facial mask. Her hearing was very sensitive and she could hear even the smallest sound.

She had already felt uneasy when she saw the faces of the three killers on the news, and she had a vague premonition that Jiang Zhitong might not let her go.

So, she was very alert all night and would go to the door to look through the peephole from time to time.

When the killer came over, she happened to be at the door. Through the cat's eye, she saw two men in black. Their faces were full of murderous intent and their temperaments were cold and stern, just like the three dead killers.