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More than a dozen strong gray wolves, with their bloody mouths open and their white teeth bared, growled and bit.

Swinging his arms, the weight of the ax endowed his arms with tremendous strength, he slashed like crazy, wolf blood spurted out, hot and smeared on his face, even his eyes were red.

After chopping off the neck of the last wolf, He Feifan took off the external device, panting, listening to the surrounding applause and deafening music, he pulled the game terminal out from the entrance of the temple.

"Three minutes and 42 seconds! Secretary He, a real wolf-slaying warrior!"

On the big screen in the private room, the ranking of killing simulation game players was refreshed, and He Feifei jumped to the top of the list with the shortest time to kill. He laughed, grabbed the substitute wine on the table, and blew a bottle with his head up.

Men and women applauded him, he threw away the bottle and sat down, and Yingying Yanyan immediately slipped into his arms, he hugged them, and kissed their faces and bare breasts violently as if venting his anger.

They are laughing.

Leaving the game room, he staggered, but his mind was very clear. Those so-called alternative "alcohols" were all fucking lies, and he couldn't get drunk at all.

In the front, Director Li stood there in high heels that seemed to be abused. He was still wearing a black gauze dress, but the style was changed. The front of the front was opened to the abdomen, revealing a triangle of snow-white skin.

"Are you ready?" He Feifan asked dejectedly.

"According to your order," Director Li grabbed his arm, "3883."

He Feifan nodded, entangled with her, got on the elevator, he leaned against the metal box wall, and she leaned against him: "Why did you choose this room, self-torture?"

He Feifei smiled, very handsome, the kind of handsome that is unique to a man who has been hurt by love.

She was a little excited, but also a little bit jealous: "Isn't it just light hair, a cold beauty, and a beautiful waist, so I can't let it go?"

"Let it go," He Feifei said stiffly, "I put it down a long time ago."

They went to the 38th floor, brushed their faces and entered the room. As soon as the door opened, there was soft music. He Feifan grabbed Supervisor Li's waist, and suddenly pressed her to his chest.

She leaned into his arms, her heart pounding.

A man, no matter what he said about the sea and Wushan, the way to vent his betrayal is nothing but betrayal.

She kicked off her high heels and wanted to lift up her skirt, but He Feifan led her staggeringly around, dancing swayingly to the music.

She was confused. Is this the dignitary in the office of the president's secretary? Is this a greedy man who is beautiful? Is he looking at himself or someone else?

One minute later, the music stopped automatically. He Feifan let go of her, took off his suit and walked up to the river viewing platform. The river was soupy, the night was hazy, and the lights on the other side were flickering. He poured two glasses of champagne, put them on the table, and sat down.

Suddenly want to cry, of course I just think about it, big man, it's impossible.

The champagne reflected the river view, the romance beyond imagination, he thought he was a fucking fool, why never thought of bringing Ding Huanliang to see this kind of romance?

There was a rustling sound of undressing, and Director Li also went up to the viewing platform, completely naked.

He Feifan turned his head to look at her. He didn't expect that he didn't react at all.She knew a man, and she could tell at a glance that he didn't respond, and she was instantly at a loss.He Feifan stood up, left her without his suit jacket, and walked out of the room.

He wants to go home.

Killing, drinking, women, all these things that he once liked can't save him now, only the family can save him, even if the family members may be out with others.

The car drove into the yard, and the bedroom on the fourth floor was lit. He Feifan stared at the light in the window, as if something had exploded in his chest. His enthusiasm was better than any stunner who threw himself into his arms.

He didn't take the elevator, so he ran up to the fourth floor in one breath, stopped in front of the bedroom door, and opened the door after recovering from his panting, gently, so as not to disturb the people inside.

Ding Huanliang stood in front of the full-length mirror, and changed into new suits, black, blue, and navy blue, and made a bed. When he heard the voice, he turned his head, his pale pink eyelids moved, and said nothing.

This is going out, He Feifei frowned, at this time, who is he dressing up for?

The enthusiasm in his chest slowly cooled down, he loosened his neckband, and said to himself: "I drank too much..."

Ding Huanliang blinked his eyelashes and looked at him in the mirror.

"I'm going to Lotus City, 3883," He Feifei walked up behind him, as if taking revenge, "hugging a woman, drinking champagne, looking at the river scene." thinking of you……"

Ding Huanliang was wearing a tie, and his fingers nimbly twitched on the expensive fabric: "Thinking of me?" He swept his belt buckle contemptuously, "Thinking of me when you're with a woman?"

"No," He Feifan raised his hand in surrender, probably because of alcohol, which made his movements look silly, "I'll be back in a while...no fun."

Ding Huanliang put on the collar button, his chin was raised high, a little arrogant.

"Do you believe it?" He Feifei was afraid that he would not believe it.

Ding Huanliang bypassed him and went to pick out a suit by the bed.

Believe it or not, it doesn't really matter, they are not good men and women, He Feifei cares.

"I believe everything you say." Suddenly, Ding Huanliang said, as usual as saying "good night".

He Feifan opened his mouth, the enthusiasm came again, and it intensified. He wanted to ask, what about you?But he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid of hearing the answer and embarrassing each other.

"No." Ding Huanliang put on his suit.

"Ah?" He Feifan was in a daze.

"I didn't sleep with Zhu Jian." Ding Huanliang put the gun away, took the car keys and the ID card for entering and exiting the headquarters building, "You want to ask this, right?"

His suit was straight and his expression was calm. He Feifan was completely overwhelmed. This guy had their relationship in his eyes, but not only their relationship, but also desire, ambition and the future of the two of them.

Ding Huanliang took a step forward: "Headquarters 315, at [-]:[-], bring someone here."

He Feifan was startled, this meant to close the net: "Zhu Jian?"

Ding Huan nodded, walked out, came back at the door, threw himself into his arms unexpectedly, tiptoed, and clumsily touched his lips: "waiting for you."

This man is simply a goblin, trying to get into people's hearts.

"What if I don't come back tonight?" He Feifan asked, how could they collude with this.

"Impossible," Ding Huanliang smiled wickedly, "I've been fucking calling you in my heart all day."

Fuck me!He Feifei's waist was weak, his back was arched, and he was holding his hands like a baby. Ding Huanliang shook him off in disgust, stepped out of the room, and shouted back: "Change your clothes quickly, it stinks to death!"

He went downstairs, walked briskly, and drove to the headquarters of the dyeing society.

When he arrived at the basement where the temporary prisoners were held, just after 11:30, he took "Golden Water" out of the cell and sent it to the interrogation room on the third floor along the dark corridor.

"Brother." The woman called him in a low voice.

Ding Huanliang pushed the wheelchair: "Huh?"

"How is my son?" She was in the dungeon for half a month, her wounds were not healing well, and she was very thin. "Can I see him?"

The child was gone, Ding Huanliang said: "After tonight's round, I will send you to see him."

"Really?" The woman was overjoyed, and turned her head, her eyes gleaming under the dim lighting.

"Really," Ding Huanliang repeated, "I'll take you there myself."

She is satisfied, and compared with men, her satisfaction is so easy, just a little love, and reunion.

Opening the door of 315, Ding Huanliang turned on the light. This is an ordinary interrogation room, without an observation room, and there are no common security facilities. He looked at his watch, and it was ten to twelve.

"Thirsty?" he asked.

She must be thirsty, because she hasn't been given a sip of water all day.

Ding Huanliang took out a bottle of water from the filing cabinet by the door. There was a small molecule slow-release compound in the water, which could delay the poisoning for 10 minutes after entering the human body.

She drank the whole bottle.

"The last round, perform well." Ding Huanliang reminded her, then took away the empty bottle and led the door out.

At twelve o'clock sharp, Zhu Jian arrived. According to Ding Huanliang's request, he was alone. When he saw him smoking alone in the corridor, he hugged him in a serious way: "When I get the confession, I will give Lancheng an order."

Ding Huanliang nodded from the lingering smoke.

Zhu Jian was still reluctant to go in and stuck to him: "Tomorrow I will tell my elder brother to step on He Feifan and guarantee you to be on the table!"

In high-level meetings, the secretary can be on the table, but the assistant cannot.

Ding Huanliang smiled, Zhu Jian turned and walked into 315.

"Jin Shui" was waiting for him in the wheelchair, looking haggard, but in good spirits, Zhu Jian had no patience, turned on the recording device and asked directly: "Is there an undercover agent from Jialantang in the upper management of the Dyeing Society?"

She nodded.

"High level, what level is it?"

"I can know the level of the hidden locations of all the Peony Lion's equipment."

That is the four branch chiefs.

"Okay," Zhu Jian said, "I want to know who this person is."

She froze; no one had told her this.

"Don't tell me?" Zhu Jian took out the dagger from the knife holster under his suit, "Then you will suffer a lot."

She looked at him in horror.

"Beifu, Taitu, Ulanqia, you all picked the cities of the northern branch," Zhu Jian waved the blade under the light, "Isn't it a coincidence?"

He was seducing her, trying to get her to give him the answer he wanted.

Unfortunately, she couldn't understand.

When the knife came down, she screamed, blood gushed out from her thigh, and flowed down the wheelchair to the ground: "I...don't know, don't know! I really don't know!"

There was another knife, and the blood spattered on Zhu Jian's shirt chest, and the smell of blood immediately filled the room. He shouted: "Say, is it the Northern Branch?"

She was convulsed with pain, tears flowed, such a violent reaction was too fragile for a mature warrior, Zhu Jian couldn't help but observe her, first inserted the mouth, the old one, but... He frowned, and hurriedly touched her The broken leg was wrapped in gauze and had an unpleasant smell, like an infection caused by a poorly healed wound.

He has read Jin Shui's information, and his leg has been broken for three months, how could it be infected!

Everything happened too fast, he raised his head, a mouthful of warm blood suddenly sprayed on his face, Jin Shui convulsed, fell off the wheelchair, and collapsed in a pool of blood.

He squinted and touched her carotid artery, which had stopped.

This fucking... is a game!

The door of the interrogation room slammed open from behind, and He Feifan rushed in with a dozen boys from the secretary's office. There was a black hole in the muzzle. Zhu Jian was snatched from the knife and searched for the pistol, and pressed him on "Jin Shui" nearby.

"C your mother, He Feifan!" He squinted his eyes back with blood all over his face, "You're plotting against me!"

At [-]:[-], He Feifan put down his watch: "Head, if you have anything to say, go to the high-level cadre meeting. There are still nine hours."

Nine hours passed in a blink of an eye.

At 09:30 in the morning, all the people in the central conference room arrived. Yu Ze was wearing a jacquard shirt and sitting on the president's seat. He Feifei brought up the bloody Zhu Jian and made a brief report:

"At 12:30 this morning, the head of the western branch was captured in the interrogation room on the third floor of the headquarters, and a bloody dagger was recovered. After analysis, it was consistent with the knife wound on the body of "Jin Shui" in Jialantang, combined with the confession of "Jin Shui" a few days ago , the secretary’s office judged that the motive for the murder was silence.”

Guan Tieqiang stared at Zhu Jian in astonishment, without speaking hastily.He sent him to get a statement. Now that the prisoners are dead, what does it mean? It means that they have been tricked by the northern branch.

He turned his gaze to Si Jie.

"Extraordinary," Si Jie's eyes were speculative, but he pretended to be kind, "They are all our own, don't do this."

At this time Yuze said: "I asked him to investigate the undercover agent."

The four branch presidents sat up straight at the same time.

"Old Guan, why don't you explain it?" Yuze leaned against the back of the chair and looked at him, "What is your boss doing in the interrogation room in the middle of the night?"

Guan Tieqiang couldn't explain it. Could it be that he asked his family to extract a confession and force Jialantang to confess to the northern branch?

"Oh, President," Guan Tieqiang continued to act like a rascal, "I'm really wronged."

He was very relaxed, too relaxed for this situation, and Ding Huanliang was alert.

Then, he said, "I know who the undercover agent is." He smiled and looked around at the people on the table, "I have evidence."