Chapter 708 Kowtow to Mrs. Mu

"Philo!"

Several of his subordinates around him stepped forward together, worried and nervous.

Some people also tried to push Xiang Yi and Yuan Xue forward.

But as soon as he moved, there was a sound of bullets being loaded all around.

Chen Changyi only felt severe pain in his legs and was sweating profusely. He knelt down on the ground subconsciously. He glanced at the situation around him, and his heart went cold for a moment.

The men in black suits who followed the two men had an extra gun in their hands.

But at this moment, all his people are under control, so he dares to act recklessly.

Yuan Xue and Xiang Yi were let go. After Shang Wen took them to a safe place, he sent someone to check Xiang Yi's situation and frowned.

Su Xiangwan tried his best to support himself, and asked Shang Wen in a low voice, "How is it?"

"Not dead." Shangwen replied.

Su Xiangwan remained silent, his gaze fell on Xiang Yi who was covered in blood.

Shangwen remained silent and didn't speak, in fact, it wasn't that he didn't die, it was that he wasn't completely dead.

But looking at Su Xiangwan's current situation, he knew what to say and what not to say.

Mu Beiting carefully helped Su Xiangwan up, and Shang Wen immediately went downstairs to find a chair from the factory and brought it up.

After Mu Beiting helped her sit down, he said softly, "I called Rong Chen over, don't worry."

Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and he just nodded silently.

Chen Changyi was also uneasy at this meeting. The stockings on everyone's faces were ripped off, revealing their true colors.

Being pointed at by a gun, no one dared to move around, and the previous arrogance was gone.

Chen Changyi endured the severe pain and looked at Mu Beiting and Li Mubai, and said slowly, "Who are you?"

At this point, no matter how stupid he was, he could still notice something unusual.

The Sanjiang Gang can be said to be an important organization in Donghai City, but even so, it is even more difficult to get a gun.

He is the right-hand man of the Dao Lord, and he usually only has a gun for self-defense.

But these people have extraordinary skills, and their subordinates are all equipped with guns, which made him feel a strong uneasiness.

Li Mubai pursed his lips and smiled, the muzzle of the gun still exuded a faint smell of gunpowder.

Looking down at Chen Changyi: "The person who asked you to be called Grandpa."

Chen Changyi's eyes were scarlet, blood was continuously oozing from the gunshot wound on his leg, he turned his head to look at Zhao Xinning: "Ningning, who are they!"

Zhao Xinning was also a little flustered at this meeting, but what was more in his heart was unwillingness and resentment.

She didn't expect him to come so soon.

She deliberately chose to do it in Dongjiang City.

The reason is that the emperor is far away, even if he wants to save her, it will be too late.

But I didn't expect that he would come so fast, so fast that she hadn't killed that woman or killed that evil seed.

Zhao Xinning clenched her hand hanging by her side, obviously immersed in her own world.

Seeing that she was silent, Chen Changyi's expression turned ugly, and he said angrily, "Speak up! Who are they!"

Zhao Xinning glanced at Mu Beiting and Li Mubai, lowered his head and took two steps back without making a sound, and bumped into the muzzle of one of his subordinates without making a sound.

At this time, A Dao and his party hurried up.

As soon as Chen Changyi saw A Dao and his brothers appear, his eyes lit up instantly: "Brother Dao!"

I'm saved, as long as Brother Dao appears, I'll be saved.

In the area of ​​Dongjiang, everyone would give A Dao some face.

Even if these people really have some status, they will definitely protect themselves.

After A Dao stood firm, he glanced at Su Xiangwan and Xiang Yi, who were covered in blood, his heart sank slightly, and he was still playing with the small bronze teapot in his hand.

A Dao looked at Mu Beiting's face, walked up to Chen Changyi, stared at him for a few seconds and said slowly, "Kowtow to Mrs. Mu, and beg her to spare your life."

Make up two chapters, and then I will write tomorrow, otherwise I will owe updates every day, which is a bit of a vicious circle... I didn’t go to eat at noon and I have been typing in the conference room, but I ate bread, and the food was not very delicious. I don't have a fever anymore, but I still have a cold. I won't be able to go home until the 9th. Thank you for your concern and understanding. I am so touched. mwah.