The CEO admires the strong? I have been able to breathe independently since I was a child

As expected, Chi Xiao overslept again.

Wang Yan disappeared again.

She touched her earlobe, but it was empty.

The shadow of the sycamore tree outside the window was crushed by the wind and cast on the wall, forming a flowing mural together with two overlapping silhouettes.

Chi Xiao stretched and walked downstairs to the living room as if nothing had happened.

As soon as I stood still, the food was already served.

She didn't eat, but raised her hand and overturned all the food on the table.

The dishes and chopsticks fell to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces cut her calf, leaving a trace of scarlet.

"Pack up and get out."

The servants were so frightened that they dared not breathe and their bodies were frozen and they dared not move.

"The food is delicious. It's my fault. Don't worry, your young master won't be embarrassed by this."

After saying that, she picked up the bow and arrow again and walked into the jungle.

It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on my chest, and even my breathing became difficult.

The knuckles holding the bow and arrow turned slightly white, as if he wanted to pour out all the emotions that had nowhere to vent into the flying arrow feathers.

Whenever she saw a camera, she would shoot arrows at it. She walked and shot as she went, and she herself didn't even know what the meaning of doing this was.

She had known Wang Yan's character for a long time, but she condoned his rude behavior again and again.

Maybe she was a jerk herself, which was why she was trapped in this complicated relationship with him.

She shouldn't indulge in this kind of ambiguous entanglement, but every time she wants to withdraw, the broken tenderness in her memory is like fine hooks, pulling at her heart and making it ache.

His gentleness was like poison, making her willing to drink it to quench her thirst.

What should I do...what should I do to get everything back on track.

another side.

In the dark basement, the smell of blood was strong.

Uncle Gu dealt with the last person swiftly and walked out of the darkness covered in blood.

"Master, everything has been taken care of."

The bright red blood slowly flowed to the bright area and touched the expensive leather shoes, causing a sticky pull.

Wang Yan wiped the blood from his hands expressionlessly and said cruelly, "Chop it up and feed it to the dogs."

"Yes, Master."

The bodyguards behind him wrapped the bodies in plastic bags and carried them onto the truck one by one.

Uncle Gu took off his bloody clothes and threw them into the truck.

"Master, a secret informant reports that Dietrich, the biggest drug lord in Mexico, has hunted down Al and is causing a major gang reshuffle. I'm afraid we'll have to negotiate our deal again."

After a long time, the second-in-command has successfully replaced the first-in-command.

The means are indeed remarkable.

Wang Yan looked at the heart rate fluctuations displayed on his wrist and asked absentmindedly, "How's the situation at the hospital?"

"A reporter disguised himself as a doctor and infiltrated the island, but he was already drowned."

"Very good." Wang Yan turned and looked at the truck full of corpses. He said coldly, "Cut off the cooperation between Xinsheng Technology and the hospital. All ongoing projects at the hospital must be terminated."

"The patients at the hospital have been waiting for a long time for suitable donors. If the supply suddenly runs out, it will probably cause public outrage."

Wang Yan said calmly, "Wait for death."

To him, human life is just a business deal that can be negotiated.

Things have been uneasy lately, with gangs fighting each other constantly in North America, trying to secretly take over this business.

If you get involved, it will be difficult to get out.

There is also a little girl at home who rebels at any time and anywhere.

There can be no accidents in business.

The truck drove out of the basement and soon after, fierce gunfire broke out outside.

Uncle Gu escorted Wang Yan into the dark and narrow passage when they heard the faint sound of chaotic footsteps from the basement.

The man in black clothes held a sharp sword in his hand. Blood slowly dripped down the sword and merged with the originally dirty ground.

He had his face covered, revealing sharp and handsome eyebrows and eyes, with blue pupils, which looked very beautiful.

The big guys in suits behind him cursed in fluent English:

"Damn it! He got away again!"

"Fuck! Where are we going to find supplies if these people are dead?"

"He's crazy! Does he know how hard it is to ship these goods from Southeast Asia?!"

"Boss, what should I do?"

The man in black clothes said with an unhappy expression: "Who told you to use a gun?"

"...Do we still have a chance to stand here and talk without using guns?"

"Boss, it's no use talking like that. Do you think anyone can rush into a hail of gunfire with a sword in hand?"

"I've worked my ass off for you, and I can't even use a weapon that's more effective at my job!?"

The man in black put his sword back into its scabbard and used it to hit each of them with a club. "You guys beat a healthy human organ into a sieve. How the hell am I supposed to make money?!"

Several people covered their heads and wailed in pain:

"If you have any conscience, you should earn less."

"There are very few people in the world like you who have both the Chinese's shrewdness and the German's rigor and indifference."

The man drew his sword mercilessly.

As the reflection of the sword flashed across the man's face, he suddenly changed the subject, "But I think the boss is really the best boss in the world. Following you means I have money but no life to spend it all... Oh no, no, no... Having money and free time is really great."

The man's mood brightened again. "How's it going in Mexico?"

"The top brass of the three major mafia gangs were defeated by Cass, and the leadership has officially changed. His subordinates are rioting, and the situation is very complicated. Cass thought you were still there, so he didn't dare to act rashly."

"They've taken away a lot of our business and hacked many ordinary people to death in the streets. I can't accept this. We drug lords have principles too."

"There's a man who said he wants to see you. He killed a lot of our brothers and he looks like a Chinese."

The man raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure they're Chinese?"

"Not sure actually. He seems to be very familiar with Cas, like his son."

The man turned and walked out of the basement. "Let's go and meet the son of a bitch."

Late in the evening, the weather in Mexico started to cool down.

Five kilometers south of the city center, the drug lord's headquarters.

Sitting on the main seat in the center of the spacious hall was a man with a leisurely look.

He was carrying a black schoolbag on his back.

The hall is decorated in the utmost luxury, with colorful tiles, hand-woven carpets, and a huge specimen of a bull's head hanging on the wall.

Dozens of heavily armed drug lords stood in every corner of the living room, their fingers never leaving the trigger.

In the corner, several ferocious Dobermans were squatting, staring intently.

Outside the door, a high-speed sports car suddenly braked and a man in black clothes walked out of it.

At this moment, he had taken off his mask, revealing his brown eyebrows and hair.

High brow bones, deep eye sockets, drooping eye corners, and thick and soft curled eyelashes.

The skin color is cool white and Nordic.

The double C lines on the face are very obvious and sexy.

The man walked in and whistled, his tone cheesy, "Wow~~~ I wonder who it is, it's really surprising."

Li He crossed his legs like a drug lord and said sinisterly, "How do you treat a distinguished guest like this?"

"Ah, ah, ah~~ I'm sorry for not treating you well enough." The man picked up the gun and started shooting without restraint.

"Da da da da da da da..."

The sound of gunfire was long and persistent.

This is the most popular Gatling gun in the drug lord camp.

The wall was shot straight through.

The gunfire stopped.

Li He appeared silently behind him, pressed his shoulders, and his tone was like a flash of cold lightning.

"This gift is wonderful enough, how about returning it to you now?"

As he spoke, a hard object pressed against the man's waist.

"boom."

The man immediately threw away the Gatling gun, raised his hands, turned around and hugged the man with a smile, trying to disgust him with a kiss, but was punched and his head was tilted.

He looked down and saw that it was not a gun, but just two fingers forming a gun shape.

"That's really interesting, you son of a bitch, I think you're going to die."

"Dietrich, I'm giving you face now, so you have to hold on. Otherwise, I'll flip the table over and you won't be able to escape."

Dietrich closed his eyes, and when he opened them again his gaze had become very calm.

He dismissed everyone, opened the refrigerator and got a glass of water.

Li He sat on a high seat, slowly wiping the blood-stained butterfly knife in his hand.

"This time, I want you to help me get rid of someone."

"Wang Yan?"