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At this moment, the phone rang again quickly. Dong Chengyun picked up the phone, and Chen Qing's voice came from the receiver, "Mr. Dong! Why haven't I seen the troops yet?"
Dong Chengyun glanced at Yang Luo, "Secretary Chen! I am waiting for the order from the Nanjing Military Region. If there is no order, I would not have the guts to send troops."
Chen Qing is now in a state of desperation, and Dong Chengyun's answer left him with no choice but to wait, waiting in torment. Fortunately, there were no reports of casualties, otherwise he would have thought of "suicide".
Yang Luo stood up and said, "Old Dong! I'll treat you to a drink when I have time."
Dong Chengyun waved his hand: "Forget it! I dare not drink your wine."
Yang Luo chuckled: "That's what you said, don't say I'm not mean enough."
Dong Chengyun grabbed the folder on the desk and threw it at Yang Luo. Yang Luo reached out to catch it, "Old Dong! Even a general can't just hit ordinary people. Do you know this is breaking the law?"
Dong Chengyun casually picked up the pen on the desk and was about to throw it away, Yang Luo laughed and stepped out the door. Wang Tong, Li Tao, and the lunatic followed closely behind.
Dong Chengyun shook his head helplessly: "Could it be that 'Blue Sword' is a place to cultivate hooligans? A few years ago a big hooligan came out and stirred up blood and blood in the world. Now a little hooligan came out, and it's not a fucking good thing. It's a mess."
Just after finishing speaking, Yang Luo's head was poked out from the door, "It's not a gentleman's job for Old Dong to speak ill of others behind his back."
Dong Chengyun was taken aback, seeing Yang Luo's thieves and angrily cursing: "Why haven't you left yet, you bastard?"
Yang Luo chuckled and threw the folder in his hand to him: "I'll return this to you, otherwise I can't bear any secrets being leaked."
Dong Chengyun cursed dumbfoundingly: "Hurry up and get out."
In Luzhuyuan high-end villa complex in Luwan District, Shanghai, it was noon, and the community seemed very quiet. At this moment, the screeching sound of brakes broke the silence. A Buick stopped in front of a villa, and a 40-year-old man got out of the car. The middle-aged man of many years hurried into the villa.
"Young Master Liu is not well. Kitano and Mike were killed."
Liu Shijie was sitting on the sofa, listening to music with a glass of red wine in his hand. Hearing the middle-aged man's words, he was stunned, his body trembled, and he stood up abruptly: "What did you say? They were killed?"
The middle-aged man nodded, "I was killed in the hotel, and one of them didn't escape. I just came over there, and all five of them turned into charcoal."
"How could this be, how could this be." Liu Shijie muttered palely.
"boom!"
The door was knocked open, and Hou Jun walked in with a dozen people, "Liu Shijie! Come with us."
Liu Shijie saw that they had calmed down, and the eagle's light flashed in his eyes, "Hou Jun, what do you mean?"
Hou Jun smiled slightly: "It doesn't mean anything, I just want you to come with us."
"Ha!" Liu Shijie sneered: "You are a fucking fart, just let me go with you."
Hou Jun was not angry and turned back and said: "Brothers take him away, be polite, he is the mayor's son, and we will have to walk around with a phone call, you know?"
A dozen or so brothers behind him shouted and surrounded Liu Shijie: "Come with us, Young Master Liu." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com