What is the relationship between Zhao Lianjin and Zhao Tong?
For a man who was so grateful to his good brother that he sent him into a deep slumber, nothing was a big deal!
Zhao Tong, barely twenty, had completely succumbed to sweet talk and money.
Madness.
Was the only main theme at this moment.
*Click.*
When the second hand of the pink alarm clock on the bedside table reached 154 seconds, the whole world suddenly fell silent.
Zhao Tong, who had been pushing the window open with his hands, froze for a moment and slowly turned his head.
Zhao Lianjin closed his eyes, motionless.
He felt that he was too tired.
Li Qianfan's appearance had completely disrupted Zhao Lianjin's meticulously planned scheme.
Not only was his capable subordinate Wang Hong sent to jail,
but Dai Paipai was shamelessly shameless, and Su's wife turned out to be Ning Xiaolan.
In the meeting this afternoon, Dai Paipai had even made a shocking move, slapping Bao Shan!
Which of these did not require Zhao Lianjin to rack his brains to deal with?
Zhao Tong sensed his weariness. "Eat something first, and get some rest."
Zhao Lianjin nodded.
He sat on the sofa and took out his phone.
The startup and lock screen of the phone were both of Dai Paipai.
From this, it could be seen that Zhao Lianjin was absolutely in love with Dai Paipai!
But how could Dai Paipai be so blind? She would rather pester a beardless youth than fall for Zhao Lianjin, who possessed maturity, ability, and wisdom.
Was it only because Zhao Lianjin and Wang Mingshuai were best brothers?
Didn't she know that it was precisely because they were the best of brothers that Zhao Lianjin genuinely wanted to help Wang Mingshuai take care of her!?
"You're actually so infatuated with that slut!"
Seeing Dai Paipai's photo, Zhao Tong threw down his chopsticks and lunged forward.
Madness reignited—
169 seconds later, the whole world suddenly fell silent again.
Zhao Tong, with a face full of surprise, turned his head back again.
This time, Zhao Lianjin did not close his eyes.
His eyes were filled with a ghostly fear, and he mumbled, "How could this be?"
He couldn't believe it was real.
Because he was only 35 years old, and due to his attention to diet and exercise, his physical condition was better than that of many peers.
Zhao Lianjin refused to believe it—
Let's continue in half an hour!
At 127 seconds, the whole world fell silent for the third time.
Zhao Lianjin stared blankly at the ceiling, motionless for a long time.
Zhao Tong, in an awkward position, tiptoed into the bathroom and then cursed softly, "Waste."
Waste.
This word was also Mo Hongti's catchphrase when scolding Mo Bin.
Mo Bin had also accepted the title "bestowed" upon him by Mo Hongti.
But no one—
was forever a waste!
Especially when the life of this waste was directly threatened, he might do things that even "elites" wouldn't dare to do.
Last time, he had hired Bu Fan with a heavy sum to try and kidnap Li Qianfan.
But it had only brought cruel revenge from Mo Hongti.
Afterward.
Mo Hongti had someone take Mo Bin to Victoria, where bodyguards pulled out almost all of his molars.
But what of it?
Mo Bin would still spare no expense to fight for a chance to survive.
Unscrupulously!
Tonight.
In an inconspicuous residential house, Mo Bin was waiting for a true master.
This true master was someone Mo Bin had shamelessly spent a million to invite from abroad through the connection of a certain young master.
This time, Mo Bin would no longer target Li Qianfan.
Zhang Bao, Mo Hongti's head bodyguard, couldn't even block one kick from Li Qianfan. Mo Bin was so shocked that he would look for someone to kidnap him again.
Mo Bin's target this time was Su Ziyu!
As long as Su Ziyu could be kidnapped, Mo Bin believed Li Qianfan would have to do whatever he wanted.
If he dared to play tricks, Mo Bin would defile Su Ziyu and then kill her!
Footsteps could be heard in the courtyard.
Mo Bin, who had been looking at the ceiling thinking, immediately stood up.
Suddenly.
He felt a little scared.
Because he was alone in this remote residential house.
And the young master who had made the connection had already told him that the foreign master would come alone tonight.
"After the master takes my deposit, will he kill me on the spot?"
Thinking of this, Mo Bin regretted it.
Was it too late to leave now?
It was too late.
The door was pushed open.
A slender man in black, wearing a large mask that covered his face, revealing only his eyes, appeared in Mo Bin's sight.
Their eyes met.
Instantly!
Mo Bin could tell from these eyes that he was a young man.
He could also tell from those cold, yet bright eyes that he might indeed be a master.
"Mo Bin?"
the black-clothed man asked in a cold voice.
Mo Bin countered, "Are you also from Dongtu?"
The black-clothed man retorted, "Can't a Dongtu person be a professional killer from abroad?"
Mo Bin pursed his lips and asked, "What's your name?"
The black-clothed man remained silent, just looking at him coldly.
Mo Bin felt a chill down his spine from his gaze. He forced a smile, and the black-clothed man said indifferently, "My name is Wang Zhe."
"What?"
Mo Bin was stunned and instinctively chuckled, "Heh, are you also called Bronze?"
*Bang!*
The black-clothed man suddenly raised his hand and struck the composite board door heavily.
*Crack.*
The seven or eight-centimeter-thick composite board door was punched through by the black-clothed man.
*Peng—*
Mo Bin's heart pounded, and he stumbled backward in fright.
The black-clothed man slowly withdrew his hand, his tone still indifferent and calm, "My name is Wang Zhe."
"Mr. Wang,"
Mo Bin, with cold sweat beading on his forehead, quickly bowed subserviently. "Please don't take offense, I was just speaking casually."
Wang Zhe walked to the sofa and sat down. "Give me the documents."
Mo Bin quickly handed over the documents he had prepared with both hands to Wang Zhe.
It took Wang Zhe a full ten minutes before he put down the documents.
He looked at Mo Bin.
His tone was still indifferent, "First, the deposit of five hundred thousand, the remaining payment will be made after the completion of the task; second, I will only help you kidnap Su Ziyu, and I will not help you deal with anyone else; third, if you dare to harm Su Ziyu in any way while she is in my hands, I will take your life."
These were the three conditions Wang Zhe laid out.
"No problem, everything's fine."
Mo Bin said repeatedly and placed a bank card in front of Wang Zhe.
He called to check the balance.
After confirming it was five hundred thousand, Wang Zhe nodded with satisfaction and took off his mask.
Mo Bin's judgment was correct; Wang Zhe was indeed a young man, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old.
His face was as if chiseled by a knife, with a cold, sharp profile.
This face—
was the face of a master!
Mo Bin felt even more at ease and asked cautiously, "Mr. Wang, when do you plan to act, and how?"
Wang Zhe coolly raised his eyebrows, took out his phone, and dialed the contact number from the documents.
When Li Qianfan's phone rang, he was about to wash Su Ziyu's feet.
His black-belt wife had driven over ten kilometers to pick him up from Paipai Fashion in person, which moved him to tears.
If he couldn't cry—
then he would follow his black-belt wife's crazy hint and wash her feet once.
"Who's calling me so late?"
As Li Qianfan picked up his phone, he saw his wife's ears perk up.
Her face remained calm, exuding an air of "I don't want to hear you on the phone."
Understood!
Li Qianfan answered the phone and immediately turned on the speakerphone.
A cold male voice immediately came through, "Li Qianfan?"
"It's me."
Li Qianfan confirmed he had never heard this voice before. "Who are you?"
The cold voice replied—
"I hear you have a beautiful wife, who is the epitome of grace. I am deeply enamored, and thus I have decided to come and claim her on the night of the full moon. You are a man of elegance and understanding, and surely you will not make me travel in vain."