Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

nightclub.

The supreme VIP room on the top floor.

Wei Zhehan was full of murderous looks. When he found the trace of Yang Mufan, he just took the elevator to the top floor, and saw four bodyguards in the distance, wearing the uniform of the Yang family, standing vigilantly and solemnly at the door of the private room.

The black eyes suddenly seemed to come from the depths of winter, frighteningly cold.

He tightly pursed his perfect thin lips into a straight line without any warmth, surrounded by black clouds of hostility, and walked towards the bodyguard with slender legs.

When he was five meters away from the entrance of the private room, two bodyguards immediately stepped forward to stop him, and said indifferently: "I'm sorry, the place here is occupied by someone, you can't get close, please leave quickly."

Wei Zhehan didn't say a word, and his handsome face showed no expression at all. He stared at the two bodyguards who stopped him with dead eyes, and remained silent for three seconds. With an average speed, he took out the steel knife hidden in his sleeve, and attacked with both hands.

In an instant, the dimly lit corridor burst out with two tingling, creepy, refreshing cold lights.

The two bodyguards didn't have time to make any reflexive movements, and didn't even have time to make a little begging sound. They just widened their eyes in horror and froze, and their bodies froze suddenly. After a few seconds, their bulky bodies stiffened fell to the ground.

The other two bodyguards were taken aback when they saw this, and then they sensed the danger. One rushed forward to stop Wei Zhehan, and the other wanted to remind Yang Mufan in the box.

Of course, Wei Zhehan didn't give them a chance.

brush--

The steel knife, like a sharp sword, condensed a thick and life-threatening miasma, and shot towards the bodyguard who pushed the door.

Impartial, just right, just right through the man's temple.Immediately die, die with regret.

And another bodyguard who was flying towards him, trying to fight him, before he got close to his body, Wei Zhehan had already blown in front of him like a whirlwind, and threw an arm across his body. At the collarbone, the moment he was hit hard against the wall, the steel knife had already pierced his heart mercilessly.

The moment the knife was drawn, bright red blood splashed on Wei Zhehan's face.

Embellished and set off by blood, Wei Zhehan's handsome and handsome face is engraved with a strong breath of death, like a god of death who has just been reborn from hell.

However, Yang Mufan, who was drinking in the box, keenly caught the sound of heavy objects hitting the wall and falling to the ground through the loud music. The three brothers of Stud's Tian family shouted in a low voice: "Sirius—"

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When Wei Zhehan kicked open the thick and heavy solid wooden door, loud music that shook people's eardrums stinging, tilted out earth-shatteringly.

Inside the private room, there was smoke, and there was an unusually strong pungent smell of alcohol and tobacco mixed together.

Wei Zhehan looked at Yang Mufan and several people playing "Stud" together, so relaxed, so comfortable, so happy, wanting to kill for no reason.

Especially when I think of: He is enjoying life here, enjoying life, playing with women as he pleases, but...he left Mu Wanqing alone in the hospital to fend for herself, ignoring her, not caring about her, even a nurse could not help her. Without hiring, completely disregarding her life or death, Wei Zhehan only felt an indelible raging anger burning in his chest, crazily devouring his last thoughts and reason.