Ultimate Pawn

Late at night, eleven o'clock.

Huhai, Dongmen Villa.

With this villa as the core, within a radius of several hundred meters, all are listed as private restricted areas.

Several members in black suits are stationed every tens of meters.

The passers-by did not dare to approach this place.

Because this is the headquarters of Shanghai [Dong Men]!

Dongmen, the terrifying underground forces lurking in the Shanghai and Sea markets! More than ten years of disputes between the arena, and now, the name of Dongmen, the fierce name of the arena!

In the dark, a BMW 7-series sedan drove slowly and stopped in front of the gate of Biedongmenshu.

Ruan Wenyao got out of the car, his face was extremely solemn, and he walked quickly towards the villa.

After going through a series of body searches in front of the villa, Mr. Ruan was allowed to enter the villa.

The moment Ruan Wenyao stepped into the villa's door, Ruan Wenyao's overall momentum suddenly receded, and his attitude became servile.

This is an absolute respect for the person in the villa!

In the lobby of Dongmen Villa.

On a huge and fierce tiger-skin sofa, a figure was sitting there quietly with a cigar in his mouth, and the atmosphere seemed quiet and serene.

"Farewell to Mr. Dong!"

Ruan Wenyao came to the figure, bowed respectfully on one knee, and saluted!

This Shanghai and Shanghai celebrity boy kneeled down on one knee at this moment... to give others such a great salute!

It is said that the man has gold under his knees, but at this time Ruan Wenyao, without the slightest scorn and honor, knelt on the ground, extremely respectful.

It can be seen how terrifying the identity of this person sitting on the sofa is!

The man just sat on the sofa quietly, smoking a cigar lightly.

The man did not speak.

Ruan Wenyao has always maintained a respectful posture on one knee, not daring to relax a little bit.

His face is full of respect and awe.

"Get up." The man let out a puff of smoke slowly.

Ruan Wenyao was granted amnesty, and then he got up cautiously and stood aside.

"Come on, what's the matter?" The man said lightly, his voice calm.

"Wen Yao come tonight and beg Mr. Dong!" Ruan Wenyao bowed his body respectfully, his face was extremely respectful and dignified, "Mr. Dong, please solve one for me!"

The man glanced lightly at Ruan Wenyao.

"Oh, is it the wound on your face?"

Ruan Wenyao's body trembled, a bit ferocious, and angrily said, "Yes. Today, that servant slapped me in public and spoke wildly. Please Mr. Dong to call the shots for me!"

Mr. Dong was sitting on the sofa with a curve of disdain flashing across his mouth, "A young man from Ruan's pharmaceutical industry was slapped in public...it's really useless."

With shame on his face, Ruan Wenyao did not dare to be angry, bowed his head and knelt down.

Mr. Dong is the umbrella of the underworld in this area. Over the years...Nguyen Van Yew has honored Mr. Dong every year and regarded him as a backer.

When encountering some problems that he could not solve, he would beg Mr. Dong to take action to solve those ‘dirty things’ for him!

"How much do you plan to pay?" Mr. Dong asked faintly after taking a sip of his cigar.

His Dongmen is huge, and the underground forces that rule this area. If you want to ask him Dongmen to do it... how can you not pay some price?

"As long as Mr. Dong can help me get rid of that servant, I...I am willing to make...this number!" Ruan Wenyao stretched out his palm and gestured for five fingers.

This means five million.

"Too little." Mr. Dong looked indifferent, with disdain, "Ten million, pay if you like. Unwilling, get out."

Ruan Wenyao's eyes were complex and unwilling, he hesitated for a long time before he nodded.

"Okay! Only ten million! As long as Mr. Dong can get rid of it, I will give this money!"

Mr. Dong slowly got up from the sofa, pinched out the cigar, turned and walked up the stairs.

"Tomorrow, you will get a satisfactory result."

After speaking, Mr. Dong slowly walked up the stairs, calm and breezy.

Ruan Wenyao knelt on the ground and trembled because of excitement. Great excitement! An unprecedented thrill of revenge surged!

The hideousness on his face is full! As long as Mr. Dong takes the shot, that surnamed Chen... will undoubtedly die! !

...

A deep night.

When the sunrise rose from the eastern sky, Chen Zongheng had already exercised.

Putting on a clean and elegant suit, he came to the Qiu's villa.

Finished breakfast with the two sisters of Qiu's family.

Chen Zongheng and Qiuyi took a Mercedes-Benz car and drove all the way to the group building.

Along the way, the waves were calm.

There is still no crisis.

The Mercedes-Benz team slowly stopped at the door of the group.

Qiu Yiren and Chen Zong stepped out of the car and walked into the building surrounded by bodyguards...

At the entrance of the group building, the security guards watched from afar and lowered their heads to whisper.

"Have you seen that man... he is Chen Zongheng. Yesterday, he abolished Manager Ding's hands..."

"This new security director...not easy to mess with..."

Several guards and security guards whispered to this new director, they were a little awed and afraid.

On the side, a small security guard who shaved his head did not participate in the discussion.

His name is Xie Ming, and he is the youngest security guard in the group. He does not participate in any factions on weekdays, but works diligently. Therefore, after more than two years of work, there is still no promotion in position and salary.

Xie Ming stared at Chen Zongheng's leaving figure, and a faint longing flashed in his heart...

He has a neat suit, a tie, and a personable demeanor...this is what he once dreamed of...professional bodyguards.

However, for him, who has no emotional intelligence and does not know how to build a good relationship with his colleagues and leaders, it seems that he will only stay in this small position forever, as a small doorman and security guard.

Stop cars, record license plates, and guard guards every day. That's all he does.

Those piling and martial arts that I learned in the village when I was young have become rotten things...

Throughout the morning, the Qiu's Mansion was calm and peaceful.

The Huang Family's revenge did not appear, and everything was extremely quiet.

...

In the afternoon, Xie Ming, the small security guard, stood on guard in front of the guard box at the door as usual.

In June, the heat of summer will bake the whole land hot.

Xie Ming was already wet with sweat, but he was not lazy. He still stood straight in front of the guard box.

The other door guard colleagues are hiding in the air-conditioned room in the duty room, enjoying the cold air-conditioning.

suddenly! There was a roar of engines in the distance!

A black Cadillac is galloping towards the Qiu's Building!

The little security guard Xie Ming was about to step forward to register, but he didn't want the Cadillac to crash into it!

'boom! With a cry, the access barrier at the door of Qiushi Mansion was directly broken, and Cadillac rushed in directly, extremely overbearing!

A group of security guards did not react, and then... another Cadillac galloped!

One, two, three, four...

Ten Cadillac cars! Incomparably overbearing at the door of Qiu's Building!

Xie Ming felt that something was wrong, so he rushed up and asked with a solemn expression, "What do you do? Why don't you register?"

Inside the Cadillac, a brawny man in black emerged, without saying a word, he raised his palm directly.

"Pop!" Slapped Xie Ming's face with a fierce slap!

Rao is Xie Ming who has practiced martial arts, and was staggered by the slap and fan body and almost fell down.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Huh! All ten Cadillac doors opened!

A group of men in suits and sunglasses stepped out of the car aggressively, standing there like a vicious spirit... exuding a violent ferocious intent!

The group of security guards at the door turned pale in fright and backed away one after another.

They are just ordinary company security guards. In addition to bragging and slapping horses, how can they have any real skills on weekdays? Chicken-hearted.

Seeing these scenes at this moment, everyone was shocked.

Throughout the scene, Xie Ming was the only one standing there, staring at the group of big men in suits.

"Who are you guys?" Although he knew he was not the opponent of these black-clothed men, he couldn't shrink from his job responsibilities.

The nature of martial arts at a young age told him that if there is danger, he has to do it.

Suddenly, a man in a suit slammed forward and kicked Xie Ming directly to the ground.

"It's not your turn for a little security guard to interrupt here. Call down the guy named Chen Zong and let him talk to me!"

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