At the same time, there is a luxurious manor dozens of kilometers away. It is located in the center of a town, covering a very large area, with high walls and barbed wire.

There were many militants standing inside the entrance, several towers were also standing guards, and there were countless jeeps, trucks and armored vehicles in the park.

Occasionally, you can see patrols in groups of ten, which can be described as heavily guarded and impenetrable.

The hour hand pointed to nine o'clock in the morning, and a train of jeep drove into the manor, and quickly stopped at a circular building in the center. The car door opened and a black knife tip was drilled out.

His wound was wrapped in gauze, and one hand was hanging. He looked unwell, but his eyes were still gleaming.

He took the phone and walked into the hall, then walked through the corridor to the east side of the second floor.

"black--"

The tip of the black knife just walked to a room at the end, and was about to knock on the door respectfully and scream, but when his ears moved, he heard several women's uncompressed screams.

From time to time there was the sound of bed and table crashing on the wall.

The tip of the black knife knew in his heart that the moody Young Master Hei was tumbling with people, and judging from the cry, this woman should be Wei Yuerong.

The corner of the black knife's sharp mouth moved twice, and then he stepped back eight steps and stood by the corridor and waited slowly. At this time, interrupting or listening too much is tantamount to killing.

After half an hour, the movement in the room subsided.

Ten minutes later, the door opened, and a white-haired young man with six abdominal muscles came away with a cigarette. He looked at the tip of the black knife and smiled impatiently:

"Didn't you see that Young Master is having fun? What's the matter standing at my door?"

The tip of the black sword was arrogant in the Lu family, but it was respectful in front of the white-haired youth: "Young black, what you arranged last night failed."

"Not only did the three snipers fail to kill Ye Tianlong, they also blasted their heads with a single shot from Ye Tianlong."

"Ms. Wei arranged for the undercover of the Lu family. Although explosives were buried in time, Ye Tianlong also escaped."

He added in a low voice: "The undercover agent exposed his whereabouts because of this, and was ruthlessly killed by Ye Tianlong."

Hei Shan Diao had something to go out in the past two days, so his only son, Hei Dapeng, took charge of the major events of the organization, and he directed the actions against Ye Tianlong.

"It won't kill him like this, it's kind of interesting!"

Hei Dapeng not only didn't get angry, but laughed strangely: "It seems that the game of cat and mouse is a bit difficult..."

The tip of the black knife whispered: "Young Black, Ye Tianlong is so rampant and owes us blood debts. Do you want me to rush into the Lu family to arrest him and kill him?"

Hei Dapeng's expression reprimanded: "What age is it? Can murder not be so brutal? Can it be artistic? A sense of accomplishment?"

"You send someone to stare, tell me what happens."

Hei Dapeng showed a cruel smile: "Don't move Ye Tianlong for now, wait for me to design a cruel game, and then come and kill him."

The tip of the black knife was taken aback, then nodded: "Understood."

He had no regrets, but on the contrary showed a touch of sympathy. Ye Tianlong was going to die this time.

Hei Dapeng not only has no bottom line in life and work, but he is also extremely cruel to deal with people who are not pleasing to the eye. The people he buried alive, peeled off, can't count.

The most trembling thing is that Black Dapeng is moody, chatting happily in the first second, and may draw a gun and headshot in the next second.

The most famous example is Hei Dapeng drinking coffee in the central city and talking to people about the sweet and salty characteristics of tofu.

Hei Dapeng bites the sweet tofu is delicious, and the other party believes that the salty tofu is delicious, no one can convince anyone.

Hei Dapeng was furious in the end, and he directly exploded the opponent with a gun, then killed the red-eyed him, and slaughtered more than 20 people in the cafe.

Ye Tianlong aroused such people's interest, how could the black tip not sympathize with Ye Tianlong?

After the black blade tip left, Hei Dapeng walked into the room again, with a strange smile on his pale face, thinking about the torment of Ye Tianlong.

Hei Dapeng's room is very large, but the biggest is the bed, which can sleep at least ten people, and will not fall on the floor no matter how rolling.

At this moment, there is a very sexy, very charming mature young woman on his big bed.

She is like a Persian cat, curled up on the light blue bed, beautiful, gentle and cute.

Her body was slightly upturned, making her look more lovely, and there was always a girlish innocent look in her big and charming eyes.

But there is an indescribable mature charm in the air.

She is the kind of woman who will be fascinated by a man when she sees it, even if she is over thirty years old, she still has a fatal charm.

She didn't seem to wake up yet, and she couldn't even open her eyes, but when Hei Dapeng came in, she instantly got up and sat on the edge.

The red air-conditioned quilt slid off her body, revealing a piece of whiteness.

She is plump and tender, her legs are even and slender, her waist is soft, and her snow-white skin is lined with a red quilt, which is even more indescribable.

It's just that Black Dapeng didn't pay attention, his eyes thoughtful.

"Dapeng, what's the matter?"

Looking at the black Dapeng who was racking his brains, the woman's red lips lightly opened: "Is your father coming back? Our good days are coming to an end?"

Hei Dapeng looked at her, saw her legs from her face, his eyes gradually softened: "It has nothing to do with my father..."

"Furthermore, the woman I've been to, my dad also often, it's normal for me to go to you.

He walked over and hugged the woman's waist: "I'm meditating. Your husband found a tricky person. I wondered how to play him?"

"Lu Fengshou? That old trash found the tricky person?"

The woman snorted after hearing this: "His deposit is now frozen, the rice warehouse is burned by us, and even the money for food and salary is almost gone."

"What else would he take the tricky person?"

This woman seemed to be Lu Fengshou's third wife Wei Yuerong.

Hei Dapeng squeezed her chin and smiled with a burst of heat: "It's really tricky."

"Not only wounded the tip of the black knife and killed my three snipers, but also killed the undercover you left in the Lu family."

Hei Dapeng smiled and said without a smile: "The captain with cheeks, your future supporter, just got a headshot by that person."

"What? Dazhi is dead?"

Wei Yuerong was shocked when she heard this, with a touch of anger and regret in her eyes. After that, she quickly recovered her calm again with a touch of coquettishness:

"In this way, this person is indeed a bit tricky."

"It's just that in this black triangle, besides the rich and the monster butcher, who else is less tricky than the black?"

Wei Yuerong's jade hand wandered around Black Dapeng: "I think, if the black young man goes on a horse, that **** will definitely die miserably, miserably."

Hei Dapeng looked at the pretty face in front of him, and the desire in his eyes rose again: "Of course, I will torture him well and make him worse than death."

"By the way, Lu Fengshou invited Wang Jiacai and his group to Wanhuayuan for tea in the afternoon."

Wei Yuerong's slender fingers reached into Hei Dapeng's mouth, her unspeakable tenderness and charm, plucking people's hearts:

"It's probably to ask them to borrow money. Would you like to ask someone to frighten them? By the way, how many people will be killed?"

Her fingers became straight and strong.

"How many people are you stabbing? I want to stabb you first haha."

Hei Dapeng's eyes instantly jumped light, and then he pushed Wei Yuerong down...

The room was shaking again...