At the same time, Tie Long and the others quickly solved the other guards, and then surrounded the man and the ghost hand together, surrounding them. The man's complexion suddenly changed, and his face was a little ugly, and he swept across Cheng Guodong and the others. Cheng Guodong looked at the man with a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Sir, if I guessed correctly, you should be the one who spoke just now. Now, please come with me, our heads I'm waiting for you in the room."

   "Are you going to take me away?" The man sneered, and suddenly he saw his hand quickly stretched to his waist and pulled out a delicate pistol. However, when he was about to raise the muzzle, he felt a sudden pain in his wrist, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground. He looked intently and saw that there were many long scratches on his wrist. At this moment, the bright red blood was gushing out from the skin. On the ground, there was still a **** knife. Apparently someone had injured him with the knife just now. He snorted, endured the pain from his wrist, turned his eyes to Cheng Guodong, and gritted his teeth: "How did you escape? Didn't the smoke cause you any harm?"

Cheng Guodong sneered: "There are some things you are not qualified to know. I advise you to follow me obediently, otherwise, the next knife will not be your wrist." He also tossed the other things in the book. A pocket knife. The man stared at the knife, and after a while, he hummed: "Okay, I'll go with you." Hearing this, Cheng Guodong smiled slightly, put away the knife in his hand, and then turned to face the man next to him. Ghost Shou said, "Come along too, the boss told me to take you there." Ghost Shou didn't resist this, and nodded obediently.

   Under the leadership of Cheng Guodong, the group quickly returned to the room where Leng Xuan was. There were dead bodies everywhere on the way. The face of the man and the ghost hands turned pale involuntarily. It seemed that even if they called for support, no one could rescue them. Their subordinates had already been dealt with by Cheng Guodong and the others. The man looked at Cheng Guodong and the others in horror. He was still thinking about running away, but now he didn't dare to rise again. After everyone walked into the room, they saw Leng Xuan and Ye Yeh sitting on the sofa with a cup of temporarily brewed coffee in their hands, sipping them leisurely. Seeing that Cheng Guodong brought two people in, Leng Xuan put down the coffee in his hand, his eyes paused on the ghost hand, and then turned to the man.

   When his eyes swept up and down the man, he frowned slightly: "You are Asian? Tell me, which government sent you."

   The man snorted coldly, but turned his head to the side, ignoring Leng Xuan's question at all. Seeing that he refused to answer, Leng Xuan smiled coldly and gave Cheng Guodong a wink. Cheng Guodong reached out and grabbed the man's collarbone, pinching it hard. Immediately, a crisp bone cracking sound was heard, and the man's painful mourning sounded. Leng Xuan walked slowly to the man, and said again: "I'll ask again, which government sent you. If you don't tell me again, don't blame me for being rude."