The Cold President's Best Master

All the bad guys died. Lu Chong wanted to leave like this, but he was tired of the subsequent investigations. He took out a small bottle from his pocket and put a drop on each corpse.

After a while, there were only some dark red spots on the scene, and there was nothing left.

Lu Chong dealt with the scene a little more and cleared away all the traces left by him.

Then, Lu Chong picked up Lin Xiaoyu, who was still drunk, went out of the factory and drove a Ferrari to the center of Jiang city.

Lu Chong did not return to the sunset villa, but took Lin Xiaoyu back to the residence provided by Zhu Danqing.

After entering the room, Lu Chong felt a move in his heart. He saw her picture on her computer desk.

He took Lin Xiaoyu to his bedroom and put him on the bed.

At this time, Lin Xiaoyu suddenly trembled and exclaimed, "Lu... Lu Chong, help me! Help me!"

Her eyes were still closed, but she shed tears. The glittering and translucent tears hung on her beautiful face, looking pear blossom with rain, sad and beautiful.

Lu Chong held her in his arms, gently stroked her hair, and gently said in her ear, "Xiaoyu, don't worry, I'm here, I'm by your side..."

Under Lu Chong's gentle comfort, Lin Xiaoyu's originally nervous and flustered mood gradually stabilized, no longer shed tears, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that she fell asleep safely, Lu Chong covered her with a quilt, went to the kitchen to boil some water, put the water bottle on the cabinet at the head of the bed, and when she woke up, she could drink it.

When Lu rushed out, it was already 11 p.m., the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the moonlight was like water, and it was a little cold.

With a roar, the red Ferrari galloped away like a red lightning. Since someone wanted to die, Lu Chong went to give them a ride!

The goal is the imperial building. This imperial house is the same as the former Imperial Hotel belonging to Wang's group. But it is not the same building. The Imperial Hotel is in the Castle Peak area. The imperial building is located in the central business district of Hongshan District. It is similar to the Wutong guild hall of Jiangjia, which is provided to all the dignitary and rich people for entertainment and enjoyment. But there are so many rules here, that no Wutong guild is so many. All the food and drink, whoring and gambling are provided illegally. But because this is the industry of Wang's group, Wang Fucheng is not only the richest man in Jiangcheng, but also has a strong backing behind him. No one dares to provoke anyone.

Lu Chong parked his car in a parking lot near the imperial building. Then he walked to the imperial building and looked at the building called Jiangcheng red building quietly.

Although it is almost early in the morning, those dignitaries and rich who are used to living overnight are all coming in one after another. Some of them bring flirtatious female companions, and some don't. After all, there are superior goods here.

In order to avoid startling the snake, Lu Chong didn't walk from the elevator, but went to a small alley behind the imperial building, which is close to the imperial building, because it is a dark place for garbage stacking, and no one passed here.

Lu Chong looked around. No one was there, so he climbed up quickly along the drainage pipe like a clever White Ape.

There are more than 200 private rooms on the 18th floor of Dihao building. Lu Chong sees the scene in each box through the semi hidden and semi closed curtains. Some rooms are eating and drinking, some are gambling, some are holding open meetings between men and women, and some are taking some poisons.

There are more than a dozen private rooms on each floor of the 17th floor below, but on the top floor, there is only one private room. The private room is very large and the security force is also very strong. Outside, there are ten steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, full of big men, each wearing a black suit, bulging at the waist and carrying guns.

Each of them seemed to stand there like a sculpture, motionless, but their fierce eyes and the faint smell of blood showed that they were not ordinary security personnel, and they were likely to be the killers of Tianzhao society.

In addition to a large number of security personnel, the private room is covered with surveillance.

Lu Chong didn't waste more time on the 17th floor below. He knew very well that Fang Jiacheng and Wang Wayne hadn't waited for the white killer so late. They must be well prepared. There are a few sparse security guards on each floor from the first floor to the 17th floor. Fang Jiacheng and Wang Wayne are definitely not on these floors. There is only one possibility. They are on the top floor.

Like Spiderman, he climbed to the 18th floor along the water pipe without looking. He felt the murderous breath inside, and was sure that Fang Jiacheng and Wang Wayne would hide here.

However, he didn't go in directly from the window on the 18th floor, because all the windows on the 18th floor were closed. Once he broke through the window, it was easy to disturb each other.

He retreated to the 17th floor. Compared with the heavily guarded top floor, there were many omissions on the 17th floor. Only four or five security guards stood lazily on the elevator and corridor. Lu Chong rounded a corner. It was close to the stairs. There was no security guard.

He gently pushed open the window, but found that there was an anti-theft fence, which was not difficult for him. He grabbed two iron bars and pulled them on both sides. The iron bar as thick as his thumb bent and deformed, forming a big hole in the middle. Lu Chong jumped in like a smart cat and fell to the ground silently.

When he jumped into the building and looked around, there was no one, so he quietly walked into the safety stairs, only to find that the safety door leading to the top floor had been locked.

Before opening the security door, Lu Chong must prepare some long-range attack weapons.

The gold needle cost a little before. Without time to supplement, he easily removed a piece of window glass. The glass was very hard. Originally, only something as hard as diamond could cut it open or break it, but Lu Chong broke the complete glass into dozens of small pieces with his white and slender fingers, That glass is ordinary glass with edges and corners that will scratch people's hands. If ordinary people dared to do like Lu Chong, their hands would have been all scratched and even both hands were useless, but Lu Chong's hands had no scratch marks, let alone bleeding.

Lu Chong put the dozens of small pieces of glass in his pocket, got up and moved forward, twisted the door handle, forcibly broke the door lock and opened the door.

The door opened gently and gave a creak. When a killer near the safety door heard the sound, he quickly pulled out the pistol at his waist, walked forward for a few steps, held the gun at the safety door and shouted coldly, "who is it?"

"Your uncle!"

"My uncle?" the killer wondered, "I don't have an uncle!"

While he was still wondering, a bright thing flew over.

The killer in black was unprepared. The shiny thing crossed his throat. A thin red line appeared in his throat, and then blood gushed. He fell to the ground with a plop.

"Asshole! It's not the uncle, it's the enemy!" several nearby killers in black woke up when they saw the dead man just now, all of them pulled out pistols from their waist and rushed to the security door.