Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

As if moved by Yan An, Song Bojian remained silent for a while, as if he was thinking.

Yan An also knew that he only needed a way out and he would agree.

Although she didn't know why he wanted to continue the transaction, she had made a contribution, so she might be able to get Zhao Mingzhao a lenient sentence...

With Zhao Mingzhao's cooperation, it would be a good idea to go in and reform him.

After all, his words had already revealed that he knew something, and it would be impossible for him to pretend not to know when he was questioned.

Of course, all of this is on the premise that they can get out alive.

Yan An turned around and sat in Song Bojian's arms, put his arms around his neck, and leaned forward to give him a very loud and exaggerated kiss on the cheek.

"mua~" The lipstick mark was left on his face.

With a slight cracking sound, Zhao Mingzhao crushed the watch.

Everyone's eyes shifted from the affectionate man and woman to him.

Zhao Mingzhao let go of the watch and curled his lips in a sly manner, "It's a knockoff, poor quality."

Song Bojian paused, raised his hand and pinched Yan An's white chin, feeling around, "Naughty."

A state of lust.

"Please, brother~" Yan An continued to clamp.

"Okay." Song Bojian agreed.

Curry laughed again and urged Song Bojian to contact his people quickly and send the things to the old place to hand them over to his people.

Song Bojian took the phone handed to him by Curry's men, dialed a number, and said only two words.

"deliver goods."

After saying that, he returned the phone. Curry looked at the number on the phone, smiled and threw the phone to his men.

The waiting process is extremely long.

James, who was sitting next to Curry, wiped the sweat from his head. His heart was beating fast and he wished he could disappear right there.

What is this all about?

What do these Chinese police have? What tricks are they playing?

When they arrested him and threatened him, they didn't tell him what to do specifically. He is very confused now.

He was relieved to learn that the deal was cancelled, but now he's cosplaying.

He knew Zhao Mingzhao, and Song Bojian was the one who threatened him. What about this Yan An?

Isn’t she just the crazy woman following behind Fu Shen?

This is all a mess.

He took a deep breath and felt a little dizzy, not sure if it was because he was too nervous.

Curry frowned at him, "What's wrong with you?"

As he said this, the armed men behind Curry quickly raised their guns and pointed them at James.

James was sweating profusely. He raised his hands and said with a bitter face, "I'm just a little hot. It's underground and it's stuffy, so it's easy to sweat."

Curry looked at him suspiciously, and at this moment, the cell phone in his subordinate's hand rang.

Curry took it and heard the reply from the other end, he smiled with satisfaction.

Putting the phone down, he stood up and extended his hand towards Song Bojian. "My men have already transferred the money to you. It's a pleasure to work with you."

Song Bojian stood up, holding Yan An's hand with one hand and shaking his hand with the other, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

"Hiss." Curry felt a needle prick his palm, frowned and pulled his hand back.

Just as he lowered his head to look at his hands, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

Seeing this, his men wanted to raise their guns again, but they didn't move. It felt like the guns in their hands weighed a thousand pounds and they couldn't lift them at all.

They didn't even have time to exchange glances to ask what was going on before they fell to the ground one by one.

Song Bojian put the poison needle in his hand back into his sleeve, held the unconscious Yan An in one hand, and fed her a very small pill.

Zhao Mingzhao, who was still trying to stay awake, stood up and attacked Song Bojian.

Song Bojian just raised his hand to block it, and Zhao Mingzhao, who was drugged, collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Mingzhao's brows were sharp, "What did you give her to eat?"

Song Bojian's eyes under the mask looked at the rumored playboy.

Yan An slowly regained consciousness and told Zhao Mingzhao the answer. He finally couldn't resist the effects of the drug and passed out.

After Yan An opened his eyes, his whole body shook and he stood firm. He looked around and found that everyone had fallen.

Her eyes fell on Zhao Mingzhao, "He..."

"I just felt dizzy." Song Bojian said.

Yan An breathed a sigh of relief and helped Zhao Mingzhao to the sofa. "Who are these people? Why are they all unconscious? How do we get out? Is it safe outside?"

Several gunshots rang out outside, and like a signal, more gunfire rang out.

As Song Bojian locked the iron gate, he said, "These people are local mercenaries. Someone will come to pick us up soon. Once they arrive, it will be safe outside. Don't worry."

He picked up the small black sachet hanging on his dress belt. It was small and inconspicuous.

"The incense I made will make you faint if you smell it for a certain amount of time in a relatively closed space. You and I will not be affected by the antidote."

Yan An nodded, thinking that's how it is.

The phone that had fallen to the ground vibrated. Song Bojian picked it up and answered it. "Did the item get confiscated?"

"Don't worry, boss. With the cooperation of the local police, the property and the person have been seized. However... our public security department is also involved in this matter. They said that someone should be careful not to be accidentally injured."

Song Bojian's fingers holding the phone moved, and his eyes fell on Zhao Mingzhao lying on the ground.

There were gunshots outside, but Yan An was too close.

The person on the phone said that he was from the public security department. Song Bojian looked at Zhao Mingzhao again to see what he meant.

Is it...

Yan An touched his forehead.

"Zhao Mingzhao." This name came from the phone.

"He said he hoped we would cooperate with each other and not reveal our undercover identities. If I wasn't someone close to you, he wouldn't have said anything.

I told him he could tell me if he wanted to, and he told me very reluctantly. He looked at me like I was a thief. I always follow you, the boss, so how could I be a thief?

The people over there said a lot in one breath, and it seemed that the problem had been solved very well and there was no danger around, otherwise they would not have been able to report it here.

Yan An's gaze fell on Zhao Mingzhao again.

Undercover, right?

But he already knew that there was something wrong with Fu Shen, so why bother going undercover? Wouldn't it be better to just send him in directly?

Thinking of this, Yan An collapsed for a moment. The male protagonist was already behind bars and crying, so how could the story be sweet?

But she thought again.

In the original text, Zhao Mingzhao followed Fu Shen to do so many things, but Fu Shen was not arrested, which means that he had reasons not to be arrested.

It’s impossible that Fu Shen is also an undercover agent.

Wait... this undercover thing, is she supposed to know...

Yan An got up belatedly and walked to the corner, then raised his hands to cover his ears.

But the gunshots outside couldn't be blocked, nor could what Song Bojian said.

There was helplessness in Song Bojian's eyes.

"you know too much."

Yan An: ...

Is he really a decent person? He speaks like a villain.