After saying goodbye to Quan Yi, Lang Sheng left the villa.

   got in a taxi and turned several turns to the lively street.

  Langsheng walked to the right familiarly, to a seemingly deserted residential building, and walked up to the top floor step by step.

   "Hey, what taste!" Lang Sheng looked around cautiously, there were spider webs and waste papers everywhere, but few people would notice that there was no dust.

   When he reached the door of room 1201, Lang Sheng knocked and walked in.

  As soon as he took a step, Lang Sheng stopped and turned back calmly.

  The black pistol was against his forehead. The man was wearing a black windbreaker, black pants, and a pair of eyes. His short black hair was a bit messy, and his eyes stared sharply at Lang Sheng. The corners of his mouth tugged up, showing disdain.

  Lang Sheng raised a friendly smile and said, "Brother Jian Zhu, long time no see."

  The man trembled slightly, put down his pistol, and closed the door vigilantly.

   "Let's talk, who are you." Jian Zhu's voice was very clear, not as magnetic as a man.

  "Blank. Your new brother." In the end, she still couldn't tell the truth. Even her most trusted brother in the past also concealed it.

  Jian Zhu smiled slightly, put away his pistol, and said: "I know you, natural black apprentice. The whole organization knows."

  Lang Sheng's beautiful brows wrinkled slightly, **** it! Who revealed the news?

   "I heard that you have been very close to Quan Yi recently?" Jian Zhu asked suddenly. This is for Langsheng, which is normal.

   "Yes, is it not a common occurrence to get insights?" It was really uncomfortable to be looked at by the brother with such serious eyes.

   "Oh, you have learned the character of your master. Back then, she was a **** of death walking in the dark. She died in the organization for some reason, and I have been investigating it for several years." Jian Zhu's eyes began to blur, gradually sad.

  Lang Sheng just wanted to speak, but when he got stuck in his throat, he swallowed again. The light shone in from outside the window, and Lang Sheng's slender shadow and Jian Zhu's lonely figure formed a profound and distressing picture.

  The young man walked down the street in a depressed mood, his cold eyes reappeared. Looking at Lang Sheng, there was another charming and smiling smile.