I don't know where a high heel fell.

Cao Ruolin looked at the stage and was a little dazed. She had only seen Bai Muqiu a few days ago. In her past memory, this man was enthusiastic, generous, never careless in doing things, and had a good reputation. However, a few days ago, he changed a little, indifferent and difficult to see the power, as if he was like a superior who could dominate other people's life and death at any time.

However, for a very popular star, he has seen many worlds, and is hard to reach the other party's identity as a commoner, so how could he care about such an insignificant friend in her luxurious life?

Maybe... it was an illusion. She looked at the stage and thought with hope.

Squeak...

The collapse of the iron frame dragged out a series of sparks flashing on the floor of the stage.

The broken corpse was thrown to the ground with a bang, and the pinched head was rolling. A pair of white leather shoes stepped on the blood. The faint light hall was filled with panic and shadows. No one heard the iron frame in the middle moving on the empty stage.

The interlaced light and shadow showed the outline of the figure. Under the silver eyebrows, the eyes were coldly scanned the chaotic crowd. From the safe exit, he was waiting for the man to pass.

"Supermaster..." The female voice suddenly rang out from the corner of the stage in a timid way.

Bai Ning raised his eyebrows and turned his eyes away.

In the shadow over there, a woman's figure walked out carefully in a long palace dress, as if she was carefully confirming. When she approached, tears were hanging on the corners of her eyes, she wiped her makeup and cried with sore nose, "The Lord... it's really you... it's really you..."

He said it almost with a trembling voice. When he knelt down, his emotions could not be suppressed and he covered his face and cried: "I have seen the governor for a thousand years, I wish my husband good health..."

“Ungrace…”

Bai Ning was stunned when he heard the other party's name. In his memory, he almost forgot the "woman" he had used in the corner of the East Factory. He had never asked about it for decades, but he met him today. In such an environment, he couldn't explain what kind of emotions he was like.

Walking to Wugui's kneeling side, hesitantly stretched out his hand and patted her head. The woman suddenly cried even harder, her forehead tightly against Bai Ning's instep.

"Supervisor... Tingyu is dead... he is dead... he is dead... he is dead in my arms..."

How did Luan Tingyu die? Bai Ning stayed in Wushou Palace for decades and almost didn't know it. He never thought about it when he came out. He was probably just old age. He likes to stay overnight in brothels, but he doesn't think he has lived long. From the words of a woman, he doesn't seem to have a good end.

But he still has something important to do at this time.

He reached out and helped the woman up, "I will let him live again, I promise!"

After a while, he patted Wu Ge in a consolation and his eyes turned forward and finally saw a flashing face under the light at the safety exit. His lips curled up and he jumped off the stage and went towards the other party.

Then... the fire exploded again in the darkness. When the sound came, Bai Ning turned his head, and the trajectory of the bullet brushed through his ears, swept his arms, and the crowded crowd in front of him crackled and crackled, just like the fallen leaves on the ground were swept up, landing on the seats on both sides, and the screaming sound became even louder. On the other side, Li Hongchao could only see the flying figures in his slight light. He screamed in fear, stopped shooting, and turned around and rushed to the door of the safety exit.

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On the street.

Several cars racing on the street, Dongfang Xu looked at the stars outside the skylight with a cigarette in his mouth. He said to Qi Shouheng, who was driving, "How come you think there is such martial arts in this world... I really suspect that they are not people in this world..."

"Who said it was not..." Qi Shouheng held the steering wheel and stared at the road and responded: "People are faster than guns, and those abilities are like paper in front of them..."

The words suddenly stopped, as if something was missing. He glanced at the smoking team leader. Seeing that the other party did not respond, he changed the topic: "I heard that there is an Asian music selection in this city. Should I go over and take a look? Cai Zhao, are you interested?"

The voice came over, and in the back seat, the woman buried in a pile of information raised her head: "Then you can help me with these things, I'll go and have a look."

The topic suddenly changed, and she looked at the back of the smoking head, "Team Leader, don't you think these two people are strange?"

Qi Shouheng looked up at the woman in the reflector and moved her gaze back. In the co-pilot, the ashes shook, and Dongfang Xu looked at the street lights and trees flying past the window, "What do you want to say?"

"Of course, the identities and ages of these two people should be quite old." Cai Zhao patted the stack of case studies on the seat beside him. "The files that have been accumulated over the years have no similar characters. Don't you find it strange? Why has their skills not appeared for so long? It's just that when we receive cultural relics, it would be a coincidence."

Dongfang Xu frowned and thought, then threw away the cigarette butt, sat up and looked at her: "Continue."

The woman raised her legs and shook her toes, she raised her two fingers.

"Two assumptions: First, it is obvious that those cultural relics are things from their sects and must be brought back, so their sect may be something hidden among the people, even institutions like ours do not know. Second, these people appeared out of thin air, otherwise why did their martial arts not cause trouble for so many years and have learned such strong martial arts, is it just for hidden burials? This makes no sense."

"The first one is not valid. There are many people who can be detained in z9. As long as it is a sect in the martial arts world, no matter how secretly it is, we will have contact with the outside world. However, we have no news. Obviously, it is impossible for the other party to have a sect."

After Dongfang Xu ruled out the first one, the second one in front of him was even more incredible. He smiled: "The second one is even more nonsense, no one would appear out of thin air..."

The self-deprecating smile suddenly solidified. He pointed to the car parked under a building outside the car window, and his voice suddenly roared: "Stop"

After his vision stabilized, he saw a signpost inserted from top to bottom on the car, and immediately remembered that the car escorting cultural relics on the Riqiao was penetrated like this.

"It's him." Dongfang Xu roared, opened the car door very quickly, rushed towards the building, and the number of cars followed behind him followed him down and crossed the road.

Qi Shouheng ran out of the car and shouted to his back: "Do you want the team leader to notify the director?"

He waved his back and signaled not to.

Cai Zhao shrugged and ran across the road to the opposite side. Qi Shouheng, who was walking behind, quietly took out his cell phone, "Hey, Director, we have already found the target..."

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In the studio.

At the exit gate, frightened faces rushed out of the door, but Cao Shaoqing froze in place, and they still hit him, standing there motionlessly looking at the hall. Just as the lights dimmed, he also saw the figure walking out of the dust. Even if he didn't see his face clearly, he could still feel the outline of the person.

“Super the Lord…”

He murmured, his whole body trembled.

At this moment, a man who shouted in horror shot in the hall, then rushed out with a "ah" sound and collided with him.

"Get out of here!" Li Hongchao yelled and pushed him angrily, trying to continue to follow the chaotic crowd to escape from someone, but his body that stepped out was suddenly caught.

He looked back and saw that it was a gentle man in a suit. The moment he raised his hand and raised his gun, there was an extra hand on his wrist and pinched it slightly. Li Hong shouted in pain.

The pistol fell to the ground.

Li Hongchao's face turned red with sweat, and his wrist bones seemed to be crushed, making him scream hoarsely. He couldn't figure out that the elegant-looking man in front of him would have such force. He grabbed him tightly, but did nothing, just stared at the door blankly.

Then, a white figure walked past the crowd of people fleeing in a panic and came to Cao Shaoqing.

"Welcome back, Shaoqing."

The silent figure pulled Li Hongchao, who was struggling, and knelt down tremblingly, "Shaoqing has seen the governor."

Cao Ruolin looked a little dull and limped out of the studio. How could she walk to the underground parking lot? She didn't know that her high heels disappeared and her stockings were torn. She didn't care about her embarrassed look, but just sat in the car blankly, and the scenes she saw inadvertently replayed in her mind.

Seeing Bai Muqiu tear apart

Seeing that extremely beautiful woman kneeling in front of him

I also saw a gentle man kneeling in the safety passage

Is he a big shot?

Cao Ruolin smiled at herself with a disheveled face in the rearview mirror, and then she realized a problem. Bai Muqiu could easily penetrate the thick wall if she killed someone.

Will you come to kill her to silence her?

Suddenly, the closed car door was pulled open. She turned her head and looked over. A wide palm reached in and grabbed her hair and dragged it out of the seat.

"Let me go"

"Help!!"

She screamed for help, and a slap on the face. Her beautiful face turned red and swollen. She stopped crying in fear, twisting and struggling on the ground, shaking in her swaying eyes.

It's a fat back.

"The Lord is also so careless, so I want to deal with the aftermath."

Before Cao Ruolin was dragged up the stairs, she heard such a hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!