Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 135 Entertainment Circle: Black Moonlight Training Manual 50

Chang Qing's eyes moved slightly and he raised his head slightly. The person in front of him was very tall, and the dim light was not far from his head. He was saying some cruel words from the underworld, but his posture was lazy and casual. The soft light reduced some of the hostility emanating from him.

"Thank you." Chang Qing smiled.

Chen Jiunian closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, with a slightly mocking tone: "What are you thanking me for? I was the one who tied you up in the first place. But after this, Lao Dao and Wu Jing'an will definitely have a complete falling out."

The two were talking in low voices when the door was pushed open without warning.

Wu Jing'an held a gun in his hand, his face was very cold, no longer as gentle as before.

He looked at Chang Qing, who was tied up and lying on the ground in a mess. The girl's beautiful and clean clothes had become dirty, and her white jade-like face also looked a little dirty in this environment. Only her eyes were still as clean as death.

Chen Jiunian stood aside with a very ugly look on his face. He glanced at the seven or eight people behind Wu Jingan, as if he was weighing the pros and cons and finally had to bow his head.

"Fourth Master."

Wu Jing'an ignored him and walked forward to help Changqing untie the rope.

He wanted to pick up Chang Qing, but Chang Qing pushed his hand away, stood up expressionlessly, and gently brushed the dust off his clothes.

Wu Jing'an looked at his hand, then slowly put it down and ordered his men: "Bring him up."

Everyone left the factory and arrived at the villa, and Chen Jiunian was taken to the basement.

Chang Qing changed his clothes and came out, sitting on the sofa. When he saw Wu Jingan coming over, he raised his head and said, "You should know who arrested me."

"So what if I caught him."

A very loud voice came from outside, and Lao Dao walked in, looking at Chang Qing with a gloomy look full of disgust.

He thought the girl in front of him would be scared and terrified, or even tremble, but the girl just sat there quietly, her fingers touching the gun Wu Jingan gave her from time to time. Her brows were as cold as distant mountains, and her dark eyes were as cold and lonely as the autumn wind. She looked extremely harmless.

Lao Dao frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of ferocity.

At this time, Wu Jingan spoke.

"Lao Dao, I remember I told you that the last time was the first time and the last time."

Lao Dao looked at Wu Jing'an and said in a low and solemn tone: "Fourth Master, I said that if you are reluctant, I will help you get rid of some unnecessary things."

Wu Jing'an looked at him, fell silent, looked at the old knife in front of him, and closed his eyes tightly.

He knew that their relationship was over.

What follows is a fight to the death.

Wu Jing'an had been mentally prepared for this day, but when the day came, he still felt mixed emotions.

Wu Jing'an slowly took off his glasses and said in a grim tone: "I know who you came here for today, but Chen Jiunian actually broke my rules, so he should pay the price."

"Fourth Master, no matter what, Nian Zi is my man and he obeys my orders. I would like to ask Fourth Master for a favor and let Nian Zi go."

Lao Dao said calmly, "Nian Zi saved my life before. I beg you, Fourth Master, to give me this man because my father and Old Wu went through life and death together."

Lao Dao is a man who values ​​friendship and loyalty. He is willing to exchange his past friendship for an old year.

The two were on edge and the atmosphere was extremely solemn. Finally, Wu Jingan agreed and took his men to the basement.

In just a short time, Chen Jiunian was covered in blood from being beaten and rubbed.

He looked at Lao Dao and called out weakly, "Boss."

Lao Dao's face became even more ferocious and terrifying, and his fists were clenched tightly. "Fourth Master, you really don't have any feelings for me at all. You knew I was coming to ask for help, but you made me like this."

"Nianzi, I'll take you away."

As he walked through the living room of the villa, Chen Jiunian looked at the girl sitting on the sofa, as if to say that everything was under control.

Chang Qing looked at the blood on Chen Jiunian's body, his lips slightly pursed while he was slightly drunk. It looked a little scary, but fortunately his life was not in danger.

"Lu Sheng, let me teach you how to shoot."

Wu Jingan sat down next to Chang Qing and looked at her seriously: "Don't you hate me very much? Maybe one day, you can shoot me to death."

He laughed sarcastically and added: "If that day ever comes, I think it's worth dying in your hands rather than in the hands of others."

Chang Qing didn't say anything, but instead held the gun and pointed it at his temple.

The corners of her lips curved slightly: "Is that so?"

Wu Jing'an looked at her for more than ten seconds, nodded slowly, then quickly snatched the gun from Chang Qing's hand and laughed softly, "The little thing is quite sensible."

Chang Qing had a numb face and said, "Little thing, you little thing, you don't even think it's greasy."

Wu Jing'an was indeed patient enough when he lectured her. Even when Chang Qing pointed a gun at him from time to time, he just stood aside and smiled.

However, in the following days, he was not so idle. He fought fiercely with Lao Dao and they tricked each other.

The police also took advantage of these opportunities to arrest many of the two.

After all, Wu Jing'an had been the boss for so many years, and his methods and scheming were simply incomparable to Lao Dao's. The two soon decided the winner, and most of Lao Dao's subordinates also fell into Wu Jing'an's hands.

Before he died, Lao Dao sneered and said, "Wu Jing'an, you will die at the hands of that woman sooner or later. Since she came to your side, so many things have happened. How much of our business has been ruined? Don't you have any idea of ​​this?"

Wu Jingan sat on the chair, lowered his eyes, and was silent for a while before he said softly, "So what?"

Whether Chang Qing is an undercover agent or not is not important to him.

Or rather, from the very beginning, when he realized that he had feelings for the girl, he was mentally prepared and had already made plans for the worst.

It's probably what the daughter of a drug enforcement officer should be like.

He suddenly smiled: "Actually, this is pretty good. Really, it's pretty good."

After Lao Dao died, he had him buried properly and then returned to the villa.

The girl was sitting in front of the window, familiarizing herself with her lines and studying her role. He stood at the door for a while before walking in.

"Lu Sheng, if I quit now, would you be willing to go abroad with me?"

Chang Qing looked at him with hopeful eyes, chuckled, and opened her tipsy lips: "I don't want to, I said."

"We are from different worlds. I won't fall in love with someone like you."

Wu Jing'an didn't care about what Chang Qing said before, but now when he heard her say it, he just felt it was so harsh and his heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles.

His eyes seemed to have lost focus as he looked at Chang Qing vaguely, tears welling up under the gold-rimmed mirror.

He smiled and said, "You're right, we are from different worlds. I am humble and dirty, and even cologne can't cover up the smell of my soul, so I always want to be desperate and mean: Lu Sheng, it would be great if you could also fall, but I'm afraid you'll fall! You're the one who should fall, and you've been tested again and again, but fortunately you're still you."

"Lu Sheng, your father once played a very important role in my life. At that time, because of my father, he had enemies everywhere. As his son, I was always hiding, either being hunted by this person or kidnapped by that person. At that time, the person who stayed with me was your father."

Chang Qing put the script aside and said calmly, "So, you are trying to gain sympathy?"

At this moment, Wu Jing'an froze in place, and the chill rising from his heart spread to his limbs.

He never thought that after growing up and opening his heart to someone for the first time, he would be met with such speculation. He just wanted to tell her about himself and her father and never thought of using this matter to gain sympathy.