Chapter 153

LAN Linnan naturally noticed that there was a person sitting in the car! And that man is the executioner behind the scenes.

"Can I..." Lan Linnan stood up and looked at one of the luxury cars.

Mo Wen stepped forward and stood in front of her: "you are not qualified to know!"

He said, looking down at Europe also north one eye: "white long a good face."

Ou Yibei's face became more ugly than before. Mo Wen made a gesture and saw those people in black suddenly turn around and run towards different cars. They get on and close the door! These moves took less than ten seconds.

They come and go as fast as the ghosts of the night.

Don't ask to turn around, suddenly think of what, he turned around, stretched out his hand to hold LAN Linnan's right hand, forced a twist.

"Ah." The sad cry echoed on the road, and then was dispersed by the cold wind.

LAN Linnan seems to be a few years old, and her wrist is twisted!

"Things that are beyond our capacity." Don't turn around, walk to the luxury car, get on and close the door, and the car goes away quickly.

A row of luxury motorcade, in the night, turned into a luxurious scenery at night.

"Godmother." Ou Yibei watched as she fell to the ground and smashed her luxury car. It was empty all around. All the passing cars made a detour for no reason. It was like a dead city, and no one dared to approach it.

"Call the police, call the police." LAN Linnan groaned and said.

Ou Yibei bowed his head and didn't hit 110. He said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid the police can't even manage this! We've offended big people. "

LAN Linnan suddenly remembered that she called the police half an hour ago? When the police came, they ran away with their tails, even the chief.

The more I think about it, the more scared she feels! As a businessman, now I'm standing in the cloud, but if I'm kicked down, I'm afraid I won't be able to get up all my life.

"Bell." At this time, her cell phone rang.

Ou also north then phone, Jun face written impatient, but did not shake hands to leave, but answered the phone.

"Hello." After he finished, his face was even worse, and he handed the mobile phone to LAN Linnan.

She endured the pain, holding the mobile phone with no strength, and Ou Yibei helped her to stand up. She was trembling because of her body. After hearing the assistant's words on the other end of the phone, she felt excited and fainted.

"Godmother, godmother." Ou Yibei supported her. Although she was disgusted for a while, she had to manage it.

In the dark, a Mercedes Benz stops in a remote corner. If you don't pay attention, no one can see its existence.

"What do you think, Mr. Lian?" At this time, the driver of Mercedes Benz reached out to pull the cap down, and the voice was as low as possible.

The man, who is called Mr. Lian, leans on the chair seat, slightly squints his eyes and puts his hands on his abdomen leisurely. After hearing this, the corners of his mouth ironically evoke a smile.

"Mohist School... One hand covering the sky? It depends on whether they have the ability Mr. Lian's voice was hoarse and low. Moonlight fell on the car window. The obvious scar on his left hand was like an ugly centipede.

He reached out and touched the ugly scar on his hand, and laughed even more darkly: "wait, the good days of Mohism will soon be over."

He said, reaching out to take one side of the white seed, put it on an empty seat, seed position, everything has to shuffle.

"Mr. Lian is wise. I don't think Mohism can hold on for long." The man echoed.

"Go back."

"Yes."