Qin Jiran smiled constantly on his face: "Yes, yes, yes, actually, I have always been full of high respect for President Peng. Qingyun Company, which President Peng created, has created a myth in the entertainment industry. I just want to see Mr. Peng's true appearance with his own eyes and satisfy him... Uh, that, you know, I am actually a fan of Mr. Peng."

Li Yonglan and Wei Tian really didn't expect that Mr. Qin, who has always been serious, would have such great acting skills.

The driver was very happy and said with a smile: "There are more female fans who admire Mr. Peng. But the target is a man, which is the first time to create the world."

The man sitting in the back seat of Hummer also got out of the car and said with a smile: "I want to see which man will like me." Obviously, he regards this as a joke. There are so many fans who admire Qingyun Records' stars, but there are so many who admire the president himself that he will never see him in his life.

There was another person in the back seat of the car, whispering in broken Chinese: "Mr. Peng, wait!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Wei Tian, ​​who had been guarding the car door for a long time, grabbed Peng Jingsheng's wrist and twisted it back.

Wei Tian was ready to go, trying to defeat the enemy with one blow, and the twisting force was not strong. Peng Jingsheng was caught off guard, and his elbow joint was dislocated. He couldn't help but groan, and then shouted: "What are you going to do?"

"Sorry, Mr. Peng, we want to invite you back and talk about the contract. I wonder if Mr. Peng is willing to give me a favor?" Wei Tian was very calm and handed a sharp paper-cutting knife to Peng Jingsheng's throat: "Don't shout, even if he screams, no one will pay attention to you."

This high-quality paper cutting knife can easily cut the five-combined boards used as building decoration materials, and the cold blade has cut the skin of Peng Jingsheng's neck, and a few drops of blood seeped out.

The driver immediately understood what was happening now, and gritted his teeth and hurriedly pulled his palm to his waist.

The driver specializes in driving for the boss and has received several months of anti-terrorism training from the security company, and his reaction is very fast.

Unfortunately, before he could complete the action, Qin Jiran's horn knife stabbed into his back: "In addition to Mr. Peng, I admire you very much."

The driver's eyes showed an indescribable fear, and he fell down while holding the car door, and the blood slowly blew the cement floor red.

Li Yonglan took out his pistol and pointed it at the back seat, lowered his voice and shouted: "The people inside came out immediately. Don't call or shout, hold your head with both hands, otherwise my gun would not have eyes!"

There was no movement in the back seat.

Li Yonglan snorted and reached out to open the car door.

It was empty inside, with only two pig liver-colored leather briefcases left on the seats, and the car door opposite was wide open. Not to mention a living person, even mice could not find any shadow. At first they heard the sound, except for Peng Jingsheng and the driver, there was a third person in the car.

Li Yonglan knew something was wrong, but at this moment she became elbows and suddenly she stretched out a black hand to grab Li Yonglan's ankle and dragged it in.

The hands were thick and big, like palm-leaf fan, and their skin was dark like charcoal burns, with only a little whiter nail. In an instant, Li Yonglan had been dragged over, her elbow hit the car door, and her pistol flew over the side.

Qin Jiran hurriedly shouted: "Hey!" Hey!" He held Li Yonglan with one hand and stabbed him at the bottom of the car with a knife in the other hand.

The man was extremely flexible. He pulled Li Yonglan down and never stopped. He suddenly rushed out from the other side of the bottom of the car. Qin Jiran could only see a black shadow.

"Who!" Wei Tian tightened the paper-cutting knife in his hand: "Don't move around, your boss's life will be gone!"

Peng Jingsheng did not dare to move at all. Even though his face was grim and his breathing became much smaller, for fear that his throat would vibrate the blade when he was panting. He would be the only one who suffered.

The man ignored the deaf ears and stepped on the car door handle with his feet, climbing onto the roof like a strange bird. With a muffled sound, the reaction force closed the door. This rough-style Hummer H3 car was nearly two meters high, and it took more than ten seconds for others to climb. The man went up in a blink of an eye, showing that his skill was extremely agile.

"Baby!" Li Yonglan was embarrassed and held his knees and climbed up, looking around and looking around at the whereabouts of the man who was sneaking into him.

"Be careful!" As soon as Qin Jiran said, the man jumped down from the roof of the car and kicked Li Yonglan in the face. He raised his right thumb and index finger, and directly grabbed Qin Jiran's eyes.

The man's movements were as fast as lightning. As soon as he finished speaking, his thumb and index finger had already arrived at his face.

Qin Jiran finally got old when facing the enemy. In a hurry, his head raised slightly, opened his mouth and bit the man's hand.

The man exclaimed, obviously not expecting that Qin Jiran would react so quickly, and temporarily turned his finger into a fist and was about to fall into his face. This method is not a martial arts master, but better than a martial arts master.

Qin Jiran could no longer avoid it. He silently flirted at the other party's lower position, and was the idea of ​​losing both sides. He was forced to get a punch and even a lifelong lesson.

The man hurriedly avoided the side, but at this time he was in mid-air and changed direction, and finally seemed to be unable to catch up. He turned over and rolled on the ground.

Li Yonglan's fat body leaned back, and his back hit the Hummer's body, shaking the car suddenly.

Only then did everyone see the man's face clearly.

With short curly hair, thick eyebrows, flat nose, thick lips, dark skin, she turned out to be a black man.

He was about 31 or 2 years old, his eyes were as sharp and gloomy as an eagle. His slender body was about 1.85 meters tall, wearing a Louis Vuitton suit. His face was also covered with dust stained on the chassis. From the neck down, it can be seen that his muscles were extremely strong. Each muscle was twisted and tangled layer by layer. When his shoulders were slightly moved, explosive energy was emitting.

It seems to be a little bit of a background.

The black man was against two without losing the upper hand. The two sides seemed to be tied, but in fact Qin Jiran had already lost one game.

The paper-cutting knife in Wei Tian's hand was deeply trapped in Peng Jingsheng's neck flesh, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't move, I'll kill him as soon as I move."

Qin Jiran pulled out the "Razor's Blade" in Type 96, pointed the gun at the black man, and asked, "Who is yours?"

The black man fell beside him to confront them. Both sides did not move for a moment. They stretched out their palms to press their finger joints, making a slap sound, and said, "Skywalker Brad Williams, ordered to conquer Xiangjing, now the game has begun!"

The Chinese language is poor, and the pronunciation is clear, so others can barely understand it.

Hearing this big talk, Qin Jiran became angry and raised his chin slightly and said, "Dirty black dog, why do you want to conquer Xiang Jing? How many courages have you grown?"

"This is also my 'spie'...well, it should be... a place where I despise the Chinese." A black man named Williams thought for a while before he came up with the correct pronunciation of this relatively complex Chinese, saying: "You always like to brag, sell fake goods, and sell fake products."

Qin Jiran's pistol did not move at all, but was still firmly facing Williams, and said seriously: "So you pay for what you pay for. You need to buy things cheaply and quality. What international jokes are you making? I honestly tell you that China's industry is from low-level to top-level. As long as you can afford the price, you won't be able to buy good products. Even though you don't have money, you still want high-quality, so why should you be a big-headed ghost? So I'm most annoyed to talk to niggers with genetic defects."

"Boss, he will talk nonsense to him again!" Li Yonglan said with a shoe print on his right face.

The Lightning Force is domineering in Xiazhou. As the captain, Li Yonglan rarely has such a miserable time. With the boss in front of him, he was hit without even seeing what his opponent looks like, and his face was lost.

Qin Jiran didn't say anything, and the black man in front of him looked very difficult.

The black ghost has wide shoulders, thin waist, long legs, and perfect body shape. The genes from Black Africa determine his outstanding physical condition, and even his opponents have to admire him. His neck stretched forward slightly, forming a subtle curve with the lumbar vertebrae. His feet are one in front and one behind, as if they are waiting for an opportunity to go.

The divergent pupils are always paying attention to any movement on the field, and the nostrils have a rhythmic breathing that is constantly adjusting the body's functions. Once activated, he will increase to a speed of ten meters per second within 0:1 second. This person is simply a natural killer.

The enemy I saw in my life seemed to be the only one who could compete with Fan Lun Tieen on the ring.

When did Xiangjing produce such a monster?

Wei Tian kidnapped Peng Jingsheng, saying that the situation was in control, and sneered: "Black puppy, do you really don't want Mr. Peng's life?"

"I care about his life or death." Williams said lightly.

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Qin Jiran was shocked and puzzled, but Peng Jingsheng even ignored the blade on his neck and shouted: "Mr. Williams, didn't Zheng Guofan say you would always protect me!"

"You are just a humble and pitiful bait." Williams licked his dry lips: "My task is to eradicate the chairman's minions. As for you, you have no use value anymore. It's very simple to die. To live, it depends on whether I feel good."

Qin Jiran's thoughts were loud and clear, and Qingyun Records had always been fearless. It turned out that he had joined Shiba Tea Company and used it as a backer to fight against the Crab Committee.

Unexpectedly, Shiba Tea Company used Peng Jingsheng as bait. They decided that the Crab Committee would definitely solve the thorn in the entertainment industry of Qingyun Records in the next few days and establish its authority. Then they set up a trap, and whoever comes to trouble Peng Jingsheng will be eliminated by them.

Williams is the killer weapon of Shiba Tea Company!

Peng Jingsheng cursed angrily regardless of his image: "Ugly black dog! Fuck your mother's smelly duck egg! Black bastard with HIV! No wonder Chen Huayao was right. All white pigs and black dogs in the world can be killed! And Zheng Guofan is not a good thing! It turns out that you two *** each other every day! After you lick him, you lick him..."

Wei Tian exerted his fingers slightly and laughed in a low voice: "President Peng is a little restless, I will seek justice for you."

Williams shook his head and said, "China's swearing is profound and profound. If you are willing to spend your swearing on thinking, I'm afraid the Nobel Prize in Literature should be able to win a lot."

"The Nobel Shell Explosive Award with Western values ​​is not rare for Chinese people." Qin Jiran said: "It turns out that Mr. Williams also understands some culture, which makes me admire him. It is probably because your parents' black and white hybrids have improved your inferior genes."

A hint of anger flashed in Williams' eyes and said in a deep voice: "Sorry, I've disappointed you. I graduated from Stanford University with a master's degree in law and literature, and I also learn four foreign languages. Black people are not worse than other races."
Chapter completed!