Female CEO's Kung Fu Doctor

In the window above St. Petersburg Hotel, Zhu Jinghu stared at the situation on both sides of the street with a telescope.

"Huo Qing, it's already ten o'clock in the evening. Do you think Zhao Shanhe and Teng Fenglie will kill them?"

"Don't worry, there are thieves Yan and others staring at us. We can keep track of their whereabouts all the time."

"That can't be so accurate?"

Looking at Huo Qing's confident appearance, Zhu Jinghu wondered where he came from. Like Teng Fenglie, he never dreamed that Huo Qing and Zhao Shanhe had colluded to harm both sides. You say, can this news be inaccurate? Now the thieves Yan San, Lu Xun, Jiang Yang and others did not stare at Zhao Shanhe at all. Instead, they were eating barbecue and drinking wine in the courtyard of Xing family in the border city.

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No matter how they fight again, they are all the evil believers of the Siberian flame, the Black Dragon Society and Zhu Jinghu. They have nothing to do with Huo Qing and Simpson. If it were in the suburbs, guns could still exert their power. That way, Simpson can also provide some arms. But now, this is in the city. A burst of gunfire is bound to cause an uproar.

If the country really catches up with you, no matter what kind of owl or earth emperor you are, you will be defeated.

It should be said that the happiest ones are Huo Qing and Zhao Shanhe. They have provoked a decisive battle of life and death between several forces. Whether they have put in many people themselves, there is no one around Zhao Shanhe. Huo Qing is only surrounded by Lu Xun, Jiang Yang and Yan. These guys are old and crafty, so they won't work hard.

Huo Qing is alone. He is an expert in the early stage of legend. It's not so easy to want his life.

Huo Qing said with a smile: "precision is not possible, but at least we can feel the trend of each other."

"Do you know which direction they came from?"

"Zhao Shanhe and Teng Fenglie, with a team of people, will rush up from both sides of the street. Let's ignore everything and act according to the plan."

"OK."

Zhu Jinghu was in high spirits and said with a laugh, "ha ha, let's let Zhao Shanhe and Teng Fenglie have no return today."

Huo Qing said with a smile, "it seems that we have to stay here for a while to attract each other as much as possible. Here you are, I'll go downstairs and have a look."

In the lobby on the first floor of St. Petersburg Hotel, as usual, there were waitresses and guests walking back and forth. On the third floor, the back window where Zhu Jinghu is located, there is a cow tendon rope soaked in ink, one end of which is tied to the radiator under the window. One end was tied to a big tree across the street.

People downstairs can use the tunnel to run. Zhu Jinghu must be too late.

This ox tendon rope is his way of escape!

In less than a few minutes, Zhao Shanhe, Liu anda and several Qingmeng people drove to the St. Petersburg hotel. Huo Qing and Zhao Shanhe arranged this in advance,