My cool female president

"Who are you?" A murderous aura burst out, and Zhang Yang grabbed the strange woman's neck.

Due to the excessive use of strength in Zhang Yang's hands, the strange woman's face turned red, and she was a little out of breath.

Feeling the murderous aura of the man in front of him, the strange woman kept patting Zhang Yang's hand, trying to free her neck.

But this is no different from a fool's dream, Zhang Yang's hands are clamped tightly like pliers.

Realizing that the strange woman was pinched by him to the point of being unable to speak, Zhang Yang quickly loosened the grip in his hand.

After the huge pressure disappeared, the pressure in front of the strange woman dissipated completely, and the Zhang Yang he saw just now seemed like a killing god.

Almost collapsed as a strange woman, because for a moment, the strange woman clearly felt that Zhang Yang wanted to kill herself.

"Where is Xue Qingqing?" Zhang Yang changed his question, his eyes fixed on the strange woman's eyes, but if the strange woman lied, Zhang Yang didn't mind losing her life as a result.

"I don't know." The strange woman said timidly.

"Where is Xue Qingqing?" A soaring coercion rushed towards the strange woman, and the strange woman was scared to pee immediately.

"I really don't know the whereabouts of that Xue Qingqing you mentioned." The strange woman was about to cry.

The coercion was withdrawn, Zhang Yang let go of the strange woman's neck, and when facing his coercion, the strange woman did not lie.

It seems that she really doesn't know where Xue Qingqing is, but why is she wearing Xue Qingqing's clothes.

Soon the strange woman answered Zhang Yang's doubts: "I came to the ballroom dance today, and that's what I'm wearing."

The strange woman also said that the reason why she appeared there was because a man asked her to do so. The strange woman herself was a lady of every family, so how could she listen to other people's words.

But who knew that the man directly took out a gun and put it on the strange woman's head, and the stranger was scared to pee.

It was the first time for her to be shot in the head, and she was immediately dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, the man repeated what he just said, and the strange woman had no choice but to follow suit.

What happened after that was what Zhang Yang saw. The strange woman was wronged. In less than an hour, her life was threatened twice. Both times, she almost hiccupped, almost scaring her to death.

"Not good!" After hearing the strange woman's description, Zhang Yang felt a little uneasy in his heart. If nothing else happened, the man who threatened the strange woman should be a member of the Spike Mercenary Corps.

As for why she let a strange woman wearing the same clothes as Xue Qingqing appear in front of her and run away, it was to attract her attention and distract her.

Because his goal is, Xue Qingqing! !No, Zhang Yang didn't care about the strange woman anymore, so he rushed to the masked ball without hesitation.

"You must wait for me, you must wait for me!" Zhang Yang kept muttering.

Zhang Yang was a little annoyed, knowing that the Spike Mercenary Group had arrived in Shanghai, why didn't he follow Xue Qingqing 24 hours a day?

If Zhang Yang had followed Xue Qingqing at this ball, he wouldn't have been distracted so easily.

The speed of Zhang Yang's legs has reached the extreme, he doesn't want Xue Qingqing to have an accident, and he doesn't want to wait until it's too late when he sees Xue Qingqing.

If this is the case, then what face would I have to meet Xue Qingqing's father Xue Furen, and what face would I have to return to the sword.

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In a corner at the very edge of the dance floor, Xue Qingqing, wearing a mask, was sitting there bored, shaking the red wine in her hand.

The sister-in-law Nangong Meier insisted on dragging herself to this masked ball, but she came by herself, but the sister-in-law ran away.

Zhang Yang didn't know where to go, only Xue Qingqing was left sitting there waiting. Xue Qingqing didn't know what to play for a while, so she could only rely on the red wine in her hand to pass the time.

Just when Xue Qingqing was about to yawn, a man also wearing a mask stretched out a hand to Xue Qingqing.

Xue Qingqing looked confused, who is this person, why is he so rude, how can someone invite a girl to dance without saying anything, if she can find a dance partner like this, the sun will really come out from the west.

"Sorry, I don't dance." Xue Qingqing regarded this man as a man who invited her to dance, because since she sat here, she has rejected countless men who wanted to invite her to dance.

Xue Qingqing thought that this boy was the same, so she mercilessly refused.

Just after Xue Qingqing clarified her attitude, the man still held out his hand, and Xue Qingqing was about to leave.

Then the boy said, "Oh, beautiful lady, may the Lord bless you."

I saw the boy say a bunch of inexplicable things to himself in fluent Chinese, just when Xue Qingqing wanted to say crazy.

The boy had an extra spike in his hand, which was exactly the same as the spike Zhang Yang gave him, but the spike in the man's hand was just a spike.

"Beautiful lady, here it is for you." The man handed the wolf fang to Xue Qingqing.

Xue Qingqing was at a loss, what was the situation, why did the man in front of her have spikes, and it was the same shape as the one Zhang Yang gave her.

The only difference is that Zhang Yang gave him something to wear, while the boy's fangs in front of him were just fangs.

Xue Qingqing never accepts gifts from strangers, just when Xue Qingqing wanted to refuse, the boy wearing the mask took off the mask.

A familiar face appeared, it was the Briton who wanted to assassinate him that day!Xue Qingqing recognized the man.

"Goodbye." The corner of Briton's mouth curled up into a slight smile, and then he whispered in Xue Qingqing's ear.

In front of Xue Qingqing was an extra military thorn, and the reflective military thorn went straight to Xue Qingqing's throat, the speed was jaw-dropping.

Xue Qingqing knew that she was not far from death. After all, the possibility of her surviving was almost zero if she was assassinated at such a close range.

But I haven't lived enough, I haven't developed the Lanqing Group, and I haven't honored my father, and even...

Eh~ Xue Qingqing actually has Zhang Yang's face in her mind. It is understandable if there are Lanqing Group and Xue Furen, but what the hell is Zhang Yang.

Why did I think of him? He must be very happy when he died. After all, he no longer had the labor to dig him out, and everyone let him sleep in the grocery room and do chores.

He doesn't have to protect himself every day, so he's liberated, but why is he so reluctant, and he can't tell what kind of reluctance it is, but he just doesn't want to leave Lanqing Group, and he doesn't want to leave his father Xue Furen.

The next moment, a stream of bright red blood spurted out, and Xue Qingqing's face was flushed red.