Domineering is addictive, Boss don't mess around

Chapter 281 The game between the two sides
"To each other, the heat of Anqinzhu's dismemberment case hasn't subsided yet, and you are inseparable from this case, so you're very courageous." Feng Mohan said something, and he would answer whatever the other party said, and he would never reveal anything first. .

The other party was obviously stunned, narrowed his eyes, and said dangerously: "This life can't be thrown on me casually."

Feng Mohan nodded, and looked at him with a half-smile: "That's right, everyone is out to mess around, so we still have to take care of face. It's good to know some things, don't say it."

The other party's expression was not as relaxed as before, and he looked at Feng Mohan vigilantly and fiercely.

Originally, he thought that the two sides had almost the same information, and the two sides reached a tie, but now he realized that Feng Mohan had seen through him long ago, while he was looking at the flowers in the fog, always separated by a layer, and there was no way to completely Understand Feng Mohan's thoughts.

The game between the two sides is more of a test of psychological endurance. Whoever shows up first will be at a disadvantage.

The guests in the bar had already run away, leaving only the two of them and the bodyguards they brought around.People on both sides are extremely nervous, and if they relax a little, there is a high possibility that an irreversible situation will arise.

Feng Mohan and him just confronted each other with their guns raised, neither of them said a word, but Feng Mohan's expression was always casual and calm, while his expression changed from the self-confidence at the beginning to a dignified one.

In the end, it was him who didn't stick to it.

"Hehe, why did Mr. Feng come to drink in such a dilapidated place? I'd be sorry if I neglected you." He twitched the corner of his mouth, slowly moved the gun away from Feng Mohan, twirled it skillfully in his hand, and released it. On the table, "It's just a toy gun."

"What a coincidence, mine is too." Feng Mohan smiled lightly, and put down the gun as well.

The two of them were indeed carrying fake guns. Now that the body dismemberment case has caused panic across the country, even if they have rights and status, there is no need to make trouble for themselves at this time.

Originally, businessmen, the important thing is to negotiate, fighting and killing is not their style.

And in this first round, Feng Mohan definitely won an overwhelming victory.

When the people around saw them putting down the imitation guns, they breathed a sigh of relief.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the situation should have eased a bit, but we still cannot relax our vigilance.

"I know Mr. Feng very well, but I think Mr. Feng probably doesn't know who I am. My surname is Zhan, and my name is Jue." Zhan Jue stretched out his hand and put on a standard smile in the workplace.

Feng Mohan shook hands with him: "Zhanjue, what a name."

"Have a drink."

The big brother next to Zhan Absolute snapped his fingers, and someone immediately brought up a bottle of red wine worth a million yuan. Even in a star hotel, it is considered a good wine, but it appeared in this low-end small bar, which is really unimaginable.

But Feng Mohan was not surprised.

He knew very well that the more inconspicuous and low-end the bar, the more Zhan Jue could hide his identity.

This is also the reason why he only found Zhan Jue today.

The gold-plated goblet was filled with red wine, Feng Mohan and Zhan Jue clinked glasses, and the two drank with their heads up at the same time.

It looks very harmonious, but everyone knows that the war has never stopped.

"Mr. Feng's death of An Qinzhu just now was related to me. Why do you know that? Maybe An Qinzhu didn't tell Mr. Feng that I was his ex-husband. How could I kill my wife? When she was about to divorce, I'm very reluctant." Zhan Jue brought up the topic with a smile on his face.

He really wanted to know how Feng Mohan knew what even the police hadn't found.

"An Qinzhu's marriage after going abroad is not happy, are you reluctant?" Feng Mohan looked at him amusedly.

"Hmm." Zhan Jue shrugged his shoulders, "I'm really reluctant."

Although he has a lot of playthings, among the many playthings, he likes Anqinzhu the most. He needs to have a face and a figure, but that woman made two mistakes. His plaything, but he still thinks about Feng Mohan in his heart.The plaything he wants must belong to him both physically and mentally. The other reason is that she knows about him and that it threatens him. How is this possible?
The former made Zhan Jue treat An Qinzhu with cruel means, and the humiliation and violence continued, while the latter was the reason for his killing intent.

As for the reason for the divorce, of course he was tired of playing, and thought that An Qinzhu's contact with Feng Mohan might bring him some surprises, but that woman disappointed him too much.

"My subordinate said, you are a mixed race. It seems that my subordinate's eyesight is getting worse." Feng Mohan didn't answer his question directly, and casually talked about seemingly irrelevant topics.

"I didn't expect Mr. Feng to see through all this, haha." Zhan Jue smiled, but anger welled up in his heart.

When he returned to China, he successfully disguised himself as a mixed race, but Feng Mohan saw through him again!
This man is definitely his rival!

Feng Mohan chuckled, played with the wine glass in his hand and didn't speak.

At first, he really thought that Zhan Jue was of mixed blood, and when the incident happened on the third floor just now, he reacted abruptly, and was almost deceived by Zhan Jue.

This matter is also very simple to explain.

Zhan Jue's facial features are very upright, which is very prominent among Orientals. In addition, he has lived abroad all year round. His aura, words and deeds, etc., are more or less Westernized. Just hire a powerful makeup artist to make him a mixed race It looks very easy.

Because of this wrong identification, Feng Mohan's subordinates always use "mixed blood" as the standard when looking for someone.

Those subordinates who passed the news in the bathroom before were also misled by this feature. When they saw the only mixed-race person in the bar, they thought it was Zhan Jue, but in fact it was a person specially arranged by Zhan Jue to lure Mo Han into the bait. .

As long as he broke into the box on the third floor, it was almost certain who was Feng Mohan.

However, Zhan Jue's plan was disrupted by the more vigilant Feng Mohan, and in the end, it was just a matter of determining who was Feng Mohan's subordinate.

"Before you broke into the banquet, why didn't you stay for a drink? You left in a hurry and went to the small bar, so you missed a lot of opportunities to talk about business." Feng Mohan continued to "chat" with him, completely ignoring him in his words expression meaning.

"I just came to China, I didn't make a name for myself, there are big people there, no one will talk to me, why bother me." Zhan Jue couldn't figure out him, he could only take one step at a time, and his words became more and more careful. I'm afraid that if I accidentally fall into Feng Mohan's trap.

Feng Mohan nodded with a "hmm", and said calmly: "Yeah, it was boring there, so you went back to the hotel to have fun, for example, during that time period, send someone Kill An Qinzhu."

Zhan Jue was startled, the topic circled around, and finally returned to this matter.

(End of this chapter)