Leaving the banquet hall.
Mo Xiuyuan walked out.
Four bodyguards followed behind.
A flying eagle bodyguard came forward and helped him open the driver’s door.
Mo Xiuyuan sat in the small car. The moment the flying eagle bodyguard closed the door, Mo Xiuyuan asked, “Is the commander dead?”
The voice was very soft and ordinary people could not hear it. Those who watched from afar could not see any dialogue between them.
The Flying Eagle respectfully closed the car door for him.
Then, he saw a professional posture.
It meant that he was dead.
As expected, his guess was right.
Qin Zhengxiao drove and looked at the bustling streets of imperial city. The neon lights made the city feel intoxicated.
He lowered his head and looked at the cell phone that suddenly rang.
Taking a deep breath, he answered the call. “Hello, Mr. Qin.”
“How is it? What did that old man, Nan Mingqi, say?”Qin Zhengyang asked.
“He said he needed to think about it.”
“So he didn’t agree with you?”
