I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

The men's minds were filled with the image of Jiang Si's ruthlessness.

If it were Jiang Si, the vendetta would have turned into a fratricide.

He didn't dare say his name.

"It's Jiang Huai." Jiang Zhuo closed his mouth, the smoke ran around in his lungs and came out of his nasal cavity.

"Third Master? Why would Third Master do this?"

His subordinates widened their eyes when they heard the news.

In his impression, Jiang Huai spent all his time with women and never cared about these fighting and killing things.

Why would he suddenly attack Jiang Ce?

Jiang Zhuo's conclusion did not convince him, so he expressed his doubts.

"Didn't the Third Master return to Country Z? Why is he still in Kyoto?"

"The one who returned to Country Z was Jiang Si, and the one left behind was Jiang Huai." Jiang Zhuo took a puff of cigarette and frowned in thought.

One of his men was completely bewildered, his face filled with confusion. "So the Third Master and the Fourth Master have swapped identities? Aren't their relationships incompatible?"

Everyone in Wangshan Club knew that Jiang Si and Jiang Huai were like kings who never met and disliked each other.

Jiang Zhuo gritted his teeth, "These two bastards really know how to play games. They've schemed against everyone."

As he was speaking, a call came in from Country Z.

Jiang Zhuo threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his shoe.

When the call was connected, an anxious voice came from the other end of the line, "Second Master, we have lost the people, and the president is also missing."

"Idiots! What are you doing here?" Jiang Zhuo's brows were furrowed into a vortex, and he shouted harshly.

"It's fine that Jiang Si couldn't keep up, but he couldn't even keep an unconscious useless person in his care. You might as well just die. Living is a waste of air."

The person on the phone was terrified, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He held his breath and didn't dare let Jiang Zhuo hear his breathing. At this moment, his breathing was wrong.

"He must have been taken away by Jiang Si. Hurry up and mobilize the entire city to search for him. I must find him alive or dead."

There were danger signals in Jiang Zhuo's eyes. He hung up the phone, his fingers turned white as if he wanted to crush the phone.

Jiang Si, I will definitely catch you.

Wangshan Club can only be mine.

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The Porsche Cayenne stopped in front of a famous restaurant.

Wen Wan had just gotten out of the car when he received a message on his phone.

While walking, I opened my phone to watch the video content sent to me.

A scream came from the phone.

At the same time, Wen Wan gritted her teeth. The shot in the video seemed to have hit her leg.

Her whole body was numb, and she felt as if she were actually in the pain.

Jiang Huai's level of violence is comparable to Jiang Si's.

Why would Jiang Ce mess with these two brothers for no reason?

Now, the bullet that hit Jiang Si finally hit his own thigh.

Wen Wan was watching the video and not paying attention to the road ahead.

A shadow loomed in front of her, and she almost bumped into it.

I braked in time and subconsciously took a step back to keep some distance from the person walking towards me.

"Sorry." Wen Wan didn't look up and moved to the side.

The man also moved to the side as if on purpose, blocking her way again.

Wen Wan raised her brows slightly, her face was cold and bright, and she slowly raised her head.

Looking into the man's eyes, he was in his forties, with shoulder-length ramen-style hair.

Looking at Wen Wan's face, he smiled with satisfaction.

Wen Wan is tall, with slender hands and feet, and as white as a porcelain doll.

Everyone passing by in the restaurant lobby was attracted by her and couldn't help but cast their gazes at her.

Of course, the man with the instant noodle head had noticed it from a distance a long time ago.

At this moment, Wen Wan looked up and froze him.

It looks beautiful from a distance, and even more beautiful up close.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The man with the ramen hair subconsciously lifted his ramen hair and spoke confidently.

"You must be my fan, you bumped into me on purpose to get my attention."

He said this with a smirk that he thought was very handsome.

Wen Wan frowned.

Is the mental hospital closed today?

Seeing that Wen Wan did not show the enthusiasm of a fan, the man with the ramen-haired hairstyle took a step back cautiously.