can i be respectful for a while

"Qing'er and I..." Ye Jing hesitated for a moment, then spit out three words, "Come out."

Yang Sheng's elbow shook, he couldn't hold on, and almost threw himself out, but fortunately Yuan Ze grabbed him by the back of his collar.

Yang Sheng coughed dryly, and suddenly cursed, "Qing'er is my younger brother after all, you didn't even say hello before you fucking did it?"

Then Yuan Ze and Fang Weiyi looked at each other, and in the thick silence, they tacitly followed Ye Jing and rushed forward, "Damn it! Who told you to occupy my Qing'er!!"

Yang Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then rushed forward belatedly, "Ye Jing! You bastard!"

The four of them huddled together, and Ye Jing crawled out of the crowd with great difficulty, calmly brushed the dust off his body, and said to the three angry brothers, "Let the only one tell you, how long will you be closed for gang fights?" sky."

Fang Weiyi rubbed his wrists, and smiled sinisterly and frankly, "You guys can fight hard today, and I will lose if I lose."

Yuan Ze and Yang Sheng nodded earnestly, "Hmph, the matter of fighting...with the only support, are we still afraid?"

Fang Wei is a perfect combination of justice and evil. If he wins, the gold medal lawyer excuses him; if he loses, the gold medal fighter ends up.

As soon as the words came out, Ye Jing turned around and left. After all, the right way for a good man is not to suffer immediate losses and not to be beaten.

But unfortunately, he didn't run away in the end, and was caught by these three people, and he was pressed on the sofa and beat him up.

After the beating, Yuan Ze straightened his tie, and sat up straight with a gentlemanly air, "Tell me, what happened to Qing'er, old man?"

Yang Sheng also rolled up his collar, and said seriously, "What to do, tell me."

Fang Weiyi understood, "The most urgent thing is to find Qing'er first, the feeling of being locked up must be uncomfortable."

"The only thing is right, but the old man just killed him and refused to let go. He refused to tell me where he locked up Qing'er. I asked someone to check the old man's whereabouts in the past few days yesterday, and found that he hired several A high-ranking interstellar bodyguard, to handle some private affairs for him, this matter, it is they who can't escape."

"Let's find someone." Yuan Ze nodded, "Interstellar territory, as long as you come forward, we are afraid that we will not be able to support this?"

"Then why bother, let's go now."

After a few people stood up and walked out, Yuan Ze made another phone call to his personal assistant, asking him to find a house in City B. It doesn't need to be luxurious, but it must be hidden and safe. It's settled.

Yang Sheng also secretly transferred the convoy to the reserve position. This time he learned the lesson, and the command he gave was that there were suspects involved in smuggling and needed to be mobilized for support.At worst, when the team was finally closed, it was a false alarm. After all, the commander still had to sell him some face for such a thing.

Fang Weiwei also arranged for his assistants to promptly collect the information about capital flows and stocks that Xingji had put forward, and at the same time sort out a series of asset changes and reforms that Ye Jing made in Xingji.

Ye Jing, on the other hand, had already received phone calls and text messages about the freezing of different credit cards. Before going out, he directly turned off his mobile phone and threw it into the trash can.

"Hello, Mr. Wu, your courier." Fang Weiwei knocked on the door with a low voice.

The noisy voice inside suddenly subsided, and after a while of silence, someone said, "Leave the door open."

"Then please come out and sign."

He vaguely heard the people inside scolding a few words, and then walked out slowly.

"What express delivery?" The man didn't even lift his eyelids, Fang Weiwei raised his hand, and the cold sharp blade pressed against his throat.

"Don't make a sound."

Cold weapons like blades have long been out of fashion. People who have been on the road for so long and dare to come to their door with such things are either fools or absolutely confident in their own abilities.

With the man's skill and speed, he obviously belonged to the latter, so this man had no doubt that the blade could cut his throat neatly in the next second.

"A sword has no eyes, so speak up when you have something to say."

Fang Weiwei sneered, put the knife on his neck and walked in, raised his foot, and the door locked behind him with a "bang".

The noisy laughter in the room came to an abrupt end, and the figure who looked like a big brother sat on the soft leather sofa, his face changed, "Brother, who are you? It's not good to just do it when you come up. Sit down and talk if you have something to say."

"Wu Zheng?"

"it's me."

Fang Weiwei smiled, retracted the knife, and pushed the person in his hand aside, "That's you."

The surrounding people understood that this kid was here to find fault, so they suddenly became lively, and most of them couldn't hold back, ridiculed and disdainful, "Who the fuck are you?" "Why are you talking to my elder brother?"

"Brother, I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Weiyi raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly. He had a very handsome face, but the murderous aura in his eyes was not angry and majestic, which made people really feel frightened.

The calm and breezy appearance seemed to have been tempered from the murderous hell.

Elegance is scary.

"I don't know what happened to my little brother?" Wu Zheng waved his hand, signaling his subordinates not to interrupt.

"The second young master of the Ye family," Fang Weiwei said slowly, "You tied him up?"

"Yes," Wu Zheng nodded, "If you have anything to say, just speak up, little brother."

"Where are the people?"

"Are you from Brother Jing?"

"Tell me the address, I'll save half your life today." Fang Weiyi stepped on the coffee table, spilled half a cup of tea, and the spotless leather shoes also pierced into his eyes.

"Who the hell are you? Do you really take yourself seriously?"

A man next to him made a sound, and it was obvious that he was very impatient. He was humiliated and felt that he couldn't bear it. Maybe Wu Zheng also felt the same, so he didn't make a sound to stop him.

So the man stretched out his hand and punched him directly in the face. Fang Weiwei easily grabbed his wrist without raising his eyelids. With such force, the flesh of his wrist was cut off abruptly, and half of his finger was embedded in it.

Just one hand, the explosive power and ruthlessness can be seen.

The man cried and howled, and his eyes went dark.

The others fell silent for a moment, hurriedly supported him, and staggered out.

Fang Weiwei withdrew his hand calmly, took out a thin white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood off his fingers slowly, and said in a frivolous tone, "Stop fucking nonsense, just talk."

Wu Zheng sat up straight with an ugly face, "Little brother, there are rules in Taoism, we have to keep it secret for the patron..."

"Bullshit rules, heh, the rule in your way is to tie a child? Which way are you? Besides... If you want to follow the rules, then you... have to save your life, right?"

"Brother, are you also on the road?" Wu Zheng asked back, "Then report your name, because there is a wrong and a debt."

Fang Weiyi was inexplicably annoyed, kicked the coffee table over, the teacup fell in pieces, and the water splashed a large area of ​​the carpet.

"Fang Qi."

A group of people turned pale with shock and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Anyone who is on the road, who doesn't know the Guangyao Gang, and who doesn't know the number one figure in the underworld, "Death Yan Luo", Fang Qi. Seven", followed Guangyao Gang's big brother Zheng Yao for eight full years, bloody and stormy, overwhelming the sea of ​​clouds, and took part in all the famous cases mentioned on the road, whether it was melee smuggling or business assets, those who could get on the table, took Those who do not appear on the stage, as long as there is Zheng Yao, Fang Laoqi must be by his side.

The Guangyao Gang dominates the world, and there is no gang or person who dares to challenge or even compare with it in all major provinces, cities, and ocean terminals. Therefore, they have been worshiped as gods several times.

No matter how you look at it, such a legendary Fang Lao Qi has nothing to do with this young, handsome and elegant man in front of him.

"Seventh... Brother Seven, no, no, no... Seventh Master, sit down... It's brothers who don't know Mount Tai, don't be angry, Seventh Master, you don't remember villains, I'll pour you some tea, Right now, just wait..."

Wu Zheng bounced off the sofa almost instantly, no wonder the young man looked down on him for his way, in front of the Guangyao Gang, he was no fart for such a trick, saying that breaking the sky was at best a primary school child's play.

The few people under his command didn't have the guts to question the authenticity, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe, for fear that if they accidentally touched the bad luck of this master.

"Give me the address," Fang Weiwei pressed his shoulder, "As for how to deal with you, it depends on what Er said."

Ye Qing's face flashed across Wu Zheng's mind, he was even more guilty and fearful, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Qi Ye, the brothers didn't do anything, and they didn't dare to touch with half a finger, and everything was done according to the old man's orders." Yes, you must not blame us all..."

Look at this... Qing'er has suffered a lot.

Fang Weiwei was nervous and annoyed, and his strength increased, almost clamping him down, "Okay, then just follow me."

The Hummer stopped downstairs. Fang Weiyi opened the car door and pushed him in, and then sat in with his face extremely ugly, cursing coldly, "Fuck, your old man is fucking crazy."

Ye Jing's heart sank, and he heard him say again, "Maria Mental Hospital, Yang Sheng, drive."

Yang Sheng and Ye Jing were stunned at the same time, and turned to look at Fang Weiyi.

Yuan Ze also suspected that he heard it wrong, "Where did you say...?"

"Maria Psychiatric Hospital, hurry up and drive!" Fang Weiyi was also in a hurry and cursed angrily.

The car accelerated and rushed out, speeding on the smooth road, running through red lights one after another along the way, and passing several sports cars.

No one spoke a word along the way, the low air pressure in the car was almost suffocating, Wu Zheng sat between Yuan Ze and Fang Weiyi, sharing a car with the four giants, even though he won this honor, he was not happy at all.

Not only unhappy, but even completely messed up.

He felt that the sky was about to change.