Rebirth of Chen An

"I found it. Just like what uncle said, that person likes to drink very much. He has more than ten years of experience in arms trading. He used to be the right-hand man next to the old fox. Later, he was dispatched to South America because Lu Feng took power."

Chen Yang secretly glanced at the man who was a little drunk, smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand to pull the coat draped over Chen An's shoulders, and continued, "Although people are a bit difficult to deal with, but follow uncle's method to find someone to take care of you." He can talk easily when he's drunk."

"The drunkard used to be..." His head was dizzy and he almost couldn't control his mouth to say what he shouldn't have said. Chen An paused and looked at Chen Yang.

Seeing that Chen Yang didn't seem to have any reaction, he calmed down slightly, and continued: "Now that the alcoholic is not reused by Lu Feng, he is in a state of retirement, but he is a good expert, especially familiar with the Middle East, you can let him participate in the Middle East." business."

"But uncle, after all, he used to be Lu Feng's man, so will it be bad for us?"

"Don't worry about that, Lu Feng won't use anyone he doubts."

And the drunkard was a person who was not trusted by Lu Feng.

The lights reflected in the Xiangjiang River in the distance turned into blurred light and shadows. Chen An breathed out leisurely, as if he was really drunk.

"Chen Yang, help me in."

The man stood up unsteadily, and his body naturally leaned on Chen Yang's body. Chen Yang put one arm around the man's waist and the other held the man's arm, and brought Chen An, who was already drunk, into the bedroom.

"Uncle?" Chen Yang called softly.

Lying on the bed, Chen An covered his eyes and forehead with one hand, and responded softly, inaudibly.

Kneeling halfway beside the bed, Chen Yang took off Chen An's shoes and socks, and rubbed the man's cold bare feet with his palms, trying to make Chen An's feet warmer.

Sensitive soles of the feet shrank back because of being rubbed, and Chen An muttered in a half-dream, "Lu Feng, how many times have I told you...don't warm me up..."

As the words went to the back, the voice became softer and the words became more vague, but the first two words entered Chen Yang's ears very clearly.

Lu Feng?

"Uncle, what did you call me just now?"

The man seemed to have fallen asleep and did not respond to Chen Yang's words.

"I'm Chen Yang, Uncle, I'm Chen Yang..."

Carefully pulling the quilt to cover the man's feet, Chen Yang repeated a few words and then held the corner of the quilt tightly, and then slowly let go.

Looking at the sleeping man with calm and cold eyes, Chen Yang murmured: "No matter who you are, you are my uncle."

Bending down and placing a light kiss on the man's forehead, Chen Yang smiled and stretched out his hands to straighten Chen An's hair, and after pulling the quilt cover for the man, he turned off the bedroom light and closed the door gently.

"Good night, Uncle."

The cool night wind blew the curtains and fluttered them, and a little light shone through the gaps in the curtains to illuminate the glasses placed by the man on the bedside.

The man on the bed let out a steady breath, without any warning, a hand suddenly climbed onto the window from the outside.

The black figure cautiously jumped into Chen An's bedroom, approached quietly, took out a wet towel sprinkled with drugs from his arms, and gently covered Chen An's mouth and nose.

"Target confirmation." The whispered words were in pure Russian.

The night wind was blowing suddenly, and when the curtains fluttered, the light flooded the room, and the big bed in the bedroom was already empty.

Under the tall buildings, a black car drove towards the airport in the bustling Hong Kong night.

——End of the first volume——

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