The poor man and his rich man

"Is it arranged?"

Outside the abandoned factory in the west of the city, a dozen or so Jinbei cars came quietly. Inside the ordinary appearance, they were all mercenaries with live ammunition. Mi Hao's face was displayed on the monitor inside the car.

"All arrangements have been made for Mr. Mi." The leader replied, "We can break through at any time to ensure the safe rescue of the hostages."

Mi Hao really didn't expect that in broad daylight, someone would rob a civilian man by force, and even snatch him right under his nose.

It has only been more than two hours since Luobo Lake was taken away, and no one is in charge of reporting the case, but it doesn't mean that Mi Hao has no other means to solve this matter.

"Okay, waiting for your good news."

With a sullen face, Mi Hao supported the bluetooth earphone, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the abandoned factory building two kilometers away, the tall chimney was glowing with deep moonlight.

Then he held his mobile phone against the chopstick holder, took out two pieces of Nishuang tissue paper on the table and wiped the table and bench, sat on the plastic bench, took out a pair of chopsticks, and prepared to eat dinner.

"Boss, copying hands in twos and threes is so spicy!"

This Lao Ma Chao Shou is so good, he finally found a chance to have another meal.

Delicious.