The minute hand ticked past eleven o'clock.

Qian Liming put the palm wrapped in thick gauze on his thigh and took a smoke: "according to your meaning, the other party has noticed you?"

"It's not unusual," Li Qing said lightly. "The only thing I can't figure out now is what they want to do with me."

"Yes." Qian Liming took a breath and nodded in confusion. "Selling arms is selling arms. Why do you abduct living people? It's not enough to be a fool. Now even your eldest brother has them staring at you."

Su Xiaomei sat on the other side of the sofa and shouted angrily: "there is no valuable clue. What can you do to come to the discussion area? I should have known that you brought a soft and weak woman to the discussion area to add burden. If I were on the boat tonight, we would catch the boy together. Why bother so much."

Qian Liming suddenly drew at the corner of his mouth: "brother, if you really take you, maybe Tianyu's house will see you off behind closed doors."

Su Xiaomei stared at Mei's eyes: "what did you say?"

Qian Liming shrunk his neck and kicked the fat man who had been sleeping on the sofa: "wake up, take care of your sister."

Fat Su twisted his fat body and didn't mean to wake up at all.

"It can't be regarded as no clue at all." Li Qing whispered, "Lao Qian, your cousin is a little interesting. I haven't heard of you before?"

"Forget it, I haven't seen her for many years." Qian Liming squeezed his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and measured her in front of him, looking unhappy. "I remember the last time I saw that little girl's film, it was so high. He scolded the fat man behind me and threw stones at me. Tut Tut, bastard playfulness, it's not a thing like her father..."

Fat Su kicked his legs and suddenly woke up. He stared round at the other three people in the room.

"What's the matter with you?" Qian Liming trembled with fear. "Why are you surprised? Have nightmares?"

Su Pang stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "what's wrong with him? I dreamt that someone scolded me as a dead fat man..."

Qian Liming twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth and was speechless for a long time.

Li Qing reached out and knocked on the tea table: "so you don't know her at all?"

Qian Liming shook his head again and again: "I don't understand, but I'm not interested."

"What about Tianyu family?" Li Qingmei frowned. "Their intelligence gathering ability is so strong that you have never noticed?"

"I've always listened to people's gossip. I don't think it would be so powerful." Qian Liming looked at Li Qing, and his eyes slowly filled with a look of vigilance. "Brother, think deeply. Do you think it's possible that the thing tonight is just because Qian Maodian has good hands and eyes?"

"You mean... They might be involved?"

"It's hard to say." Qian Liming tilted his mouth and leaned slowly on the sofa for a moment. "I'll go back home tomorrow and find some old guys to inquire about the news. Although I haven't had any contact with Qian Maodian these years, he is Qian's family after all. It's impossible not to get out without the wind."

"OK, that's settled." fat Su yawned and patted his thigh. "That's it tonight. Let's wash and sleep."

"OK." Li Qing nodded gently, "I'll go out again tomorrow."

Qian Liming seemed to suddenly think of something. He hurriedly took out several lists from the thick stack of materials on the tea table and handed them to Li Qing: "I asked my men to make a list. It's all a busy place in Mingtai. You can focus on it."

"Give me one, too." Su Xiaomei said to Qian liming, "I'm idle and bored. I'll go out tomorrow."

The conversation of several people came to an end for the time being, so they went back to rest.

Qian Liming is very vigilant these days. He sleeps in a completely different room every night. After he separated from Li Qing, he staggered upstairs. Two bodyguards stood by the door and bowed respectfully: "Hello, boss."

"Well, it's not peaceful these days. Keep your eyes bright and don't doze off." Qian Liming told him.

"Don't worry, boss. There will be no problem."

Qian Liming patted one of the bodyguards on the shoulder, then opened the door and entered the house. He locked the door with his backhand.

Qian Liming went to the window and looked down. Then he checked the window and immediately closed the curtains. He yawned, took off his coat, took a quick bath in the bathroom, stuffed a pistol under his pillow, climbed into bed, turned off the lights and went to bed.

In the past two days, Qian Liming has been working hard. As soon as he lay down, he felt strong fatigue in his mind and soon fell asleep.

Dong!

After a slight dull noise, Qian Liming suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight from the bed.

He listened attentively and carefully. There was a rattling sound of the door lock in his ear. The voice was thin and weak. If it weren't for the dead of night, I'm afraid it would be difficult to hear it really.

"What's the matter? I've found my head again?" Qian Liming scolded a dirty word in his heart, his hair stood up, and the whole person became energetic in a moment.

Qian Liming reached for the pistol under his pillow and turned off the insurance. He crept out of bed, took the pistol in his hand and slowly approached the door.

The rustling sound suddenly stopped, Qian Liming froze in place, and a chill quickly spread from his feet to his back.

Fortunately, after a moment of silence, the voice sounded again.

Qian Liming felt a little relaxed. He carefully came to the door and looked out through the cat's eye on the door.

Not surprisingly, it was dark outside.

Qian Liming took a deep breath, gently pressed the muzzle of the gun against the door panel, and straightened his ears to listen to the movement outside.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the door lock made by meditation opened.

At the moment when the door was gently opened, Qian Liming's body trembled fiercely and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The gunfire echoed away in the middle of the night, and suddenly there was a hoarse scream outside the door.

Qian Liming fired three shots continuously across the door until the door panel was severely crushed from the outside, and a figure suddenly jumped into the house.

"Ah!" Qian Liming screamed, staggered backward and sat on the ground.

A silver light fell from the top of his head. Qian Liming stared round and stared at the thin shadow coming from the front. Just for a moment, he had recognized that the guy in front of him was the same as the thin man who attacked himself that night.

Seeing the blade falling, he suddenly poked in outside the door, grabbed the thin man's clothes with one hand and dragged him out.

The man let out a scream of exasperation. He had to give up Qian Liming and swept the machete in his hand.

However, he was picked up by the other party. In a hurry, he stumbled under his feet, and the knife seemed powerless.

The other party took advantage of this opportunity to throw the man's seemingly malnourished body to the ground. With a bang, the dense lines on the marble floor tiles spread in all directions like a spider's web.

The thin man's head was knocking on the floor tile. He was immediately thrown. The machete in his hand also took off his hand, flew away obliquely, and fell down several stairs.

"Hehe, the action is very flexible." Li Qing's cold laughter sounded outside the door.

Qian Liming got up from the floor, grabbed the door and pressed the light switch. The room was bright for a moment. He narrowed his eyes slightly. By the light beam thrown into the corridor from the house, he saw that Li Qing leaned slightly and was stepping on the back of a monster. He twisted the other party's arms, which were completely out of proportion, and his face was a strange expression of laughter.

"Big brother..." Qian Liming shouted, feeling dizzy after dizziness in his brain. You know, the distance between him and death is only more than ten centimeters.

"Lao Qian, your reaction is good." Li Qing turned his head and said with a smile.

The Su brothers and sisters came out of the other room with the two bodyguards who had been guarding the door before.

Su Xiaomei casually pressed the light switch on the corridor wall to make the field of vision brighter.

At the sight of this scene, Qian Liming immediately understood it. He immediately sat down on the floor and gasped: "you have made a total in private. Why don't you inform me? It scared me half to death."

Li Qing grinned: "Xiaomei's idea deliberately didn't inform you of tonight's action. She wants to see a lively..."

"Tut tut." Su Pang rushed forward a few steps and looked down at the thin man pressed on the ground by Li Qing. "Is this a child?"

"Get out!" the man shouted angrily, his voice was very hoarse and hard to hear. He tried his best to struggle, but it was useless. Finally, he had to give up.

Qian Liming gently tugged at the corner of his mouth: "that night, he was also this bastard. He was thin and small. He carried a knife in his hand and waved his teeth and claws. He was like Wenyang's brother."

"Wen Yang is a little small, but at least he is a beautiful young man. He doesn't look like this yellow faced and muscular man. Pinch it. Pinch it is not enough for a bowl, pinch it is not enough for a pot, and it's not much worse than a chicken." Su pangzi looked up at Qian Liming and said, "you have to pay attention. If Wen Yang listened to this just now, it wouldn't be as good as you."

Qian liming was so frightened that he shrunk his neck that he didn't dare to make any more comments. Wen Yang, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, suddenly sneezed and looked awkwardly at Lisa sitting by the window drinking afternoon tea.

"Get out," Lisa said without looking up. "I hate colds. They can infect me."

Wen Yang hissed, dropped the magazine in his hand and left. He came out of the house, stood in the corridor, rubbed his nose, lowered his voice and muttered, "I don't have a cold, should someone scold me?"

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