"Brother Heng, do you think that guy surnamed Tang really dares to come after you?"
Inside Yang Huaheng's villa, in the study, Liu Qingqing's face was full of nervousness.
Yang Huaheng, dressed in pajamas, was holding Liu Qingqing.
In his hand, he held a cup of expensive red wine, and on the desk sat a golden submachine gun.
The walls of the whole study were made of high-quality steel, ensuring absolute safety for anyone hiding inside.
A giant screen hung on the wall of the desk, displaying every corner outside the villa.
Yang Huaheng stood in front of it, embracing the starlet, sipping red wine, ready to watch Tang Yi being captured alive.
Outside the villa, the huge building, which should have been bright with lights, was now pitch black.
For the darkness was already filled with assassins.
A mocking smile played on Yang Huaheng's face as he took a sip of red wine and chuckled, "If that guy surnamed Tang doesn't show up, I'll just send someone to grab his wife!"
