Suddenly, Awen's eyes flashed with fear, and his lips trembled: "Wen...Boss Wen, I...I think...we are in big trouble..."

Andy had never seen Awen like this before. Her expression turned stern and she said in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Wenjie looked at Awen in confusion, waved his hand and said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me!"

Awen swallowed, his voice trembling a little:

"If you can't trigger the system warning, you no longer have to worry about penalties from the system, then..."

"...You can do whatever you want!"

Wenjie's eyes suddenly shrank: "If the system is used by criminals..."

Before they finished speaking, Andy and Awen beside them softened and fell to the ground.

Waves of incense wafted over and entered his nostrils.

Wenjie only felt that his thinking had become slow and numb, his whole body was weak, and his eyelids were heavy.

It was drugs... He covered his mouth and nose, struggled to resist the desire to sleep, and looked at the cars on the roadside.

The driver, Xiao Wang, noticed something was wrong and ran towards him quickly...

His vision became increasingly dim, and he squinted his eyes hard to see more clearly.

I saw a figure approaching Xiao Wang. He opened his mouth with force, but the sound he made was as thin as a gossamer: "Xiao Wang...be careful."

He seemed to have lost control of his body. He wanted to stand up but couldn't. Seeing Xiao Wang's body stiffen, he lay limply on the ground...

A surge of anger rushed to his forehead, and he struggled to stand up, shaking constantly.

A van drove up from nowhere, and the back door was opened. Several young people rushed out and carried Xiao Wang, Andy, and Awen into the car.

The figure next to the car had a blurry face, but Wenjie felt that he was smiling at him.

Run...as far as you can run, as far as you can run...

He held on to the revolving door of the business hall and stumbled in...

There were many people at the entrance of the hall, and I bumped into several people one after another, arousing a series of disgust and contempt.

Behind him, the group of young people also chased him, pushing through the crowd and trying to catch him.

In desperation, he rushed to Zhao Xiaolong behind the information desk.

Zhao Xiaolong stared blankly as Wenjie turned the desk at the information desk and turned it over with great effort: "Hey, you can't come in...or I'll call the security guard!"

Wenjie squatted on the ground and said feebly: "Go... call the security guard!"

"You think I don't dare?" Zhao Xiaolong angrily grabbed the intercom on the table and pressed the call button: "Information desk, information desk... someone is making trouble!"

When the group saw the person they wanted to arrest hiding in the information desk, they planned to open the small door next to the information desk and forcefully carry the person out.

However, I saw a pair of security guards on each side of the hall filing in and surrounding the information desk.

The man rushing in front glanced diagonally upward at the information desk: the camera.

The black lens wrapped in a metal casing looked at him coldly, as if as long as he dared to act rashly, his behavior would be exposed to the eyes of the public and law enforcement officials.

His wild movements stopped for a moment, and when someone passed by him, he stopped him.

There was a scar on the other person's face. When he was angry, the scar turned red, like a centipede entangled on his face. The scarred face looked at him angrily, arrogant and fierce, as if he wanted to rush up and tear the person to pieces.

He glared at the other party fiercely and shouted: "Retreat!"

As if feeling the low pressure around him, the people who were queuing up in front of the information desk suddenly dispersed.

Without the barrier of the crowd, two or three more people gathered around him.

Seeing him waving his hands and turning around to retreat, several people were unconvinced: two of them looked at him questioningly, and there were others who didn't dare to defy the order so blatantly and stayed there with their necks tilted and sulking.

He looked around coldly at the people in front of him and repeated sinisterly: "Withdraw!"

This time he put his hands on his waist and touched the protruding part...his eyes flashed with determination.

These people looked at each other and finally threw up their sleeves angrily and left.

Zhao Xiaolong stared at the scene in front of him, looked down at the man who fainted next to him, and seemed to understand something.

I picked up the office phone on the table and dialed 120.

The group of people returned to the van, and Scarface spoke first: "Huang Mao, why didn't you let me do it just now?"

"Yes, Brother Huang. Master Fang wants to capture that kid alive, but if he is not caught, how will we explain it when we go back?"

The yellow hair in their mouths, Brother Huang, is actually a man who is no more than 25 years old.

Hearing several people asking questions, he raised his muscular arm and touched a small yellow hair on his head.

As he moved, the dragon tattooed on his arm jumped up and down.

It seemed as if he would break free from the shackles of his flesh at any moment, soar into the sky, and pounce on those people.

When their eyes touched the murderous dragon, their perverse expressions became somewhat restrained.

I saw him slowly lowering his arm, scanning the faces of several people one by one with sharp eyes, and said leisurely:

"Master Fang asked us to arrest people, did he deliberately cause trouble? Tell me...did he let us cause trouble?"

He gradually raised his voice and looked at several people. Every one of them lowered their heads.

"You carried out the kidnapping in the business hall of the government department in full view of the public... Do you want to tell the government and the police that Mr. Fang is going to cause trouble... right?"

Looking at those people, my head dropped even lower.

"Damn, damn, damn..." Huang Mao hit them on the head, cursing at the same time: "Idiots, idiots, a bunch of brainless guys!"

They covered their heads to avoid it, and Scar looked at him sideways: "...Brother Huang, these three people are about to wake up. Should we send them back first?"

"Send it back...send it back." Huang Mao chased his head and knocked it together, which was very rhythmic.

The van was only such a big place, and even though he dodged left and right, he still got hit hard every time.

"Where to send it... you said..., you said... where are you sending it to?"

Huang Mao knocked harder and harder, Scar bared his teeth and hugged his head: "Brother Huang, I was wrong. How will they deal with it?"

Huang Mao finally stopped his hand, glanced at the business hall through the car window, turned around and said:

"You, and you, stay here and guard here for a while. As long as that kid comes out of this door, no matter whether he is horizontal or vertical, follow me closely."

"If you lose sight of your target, I will kill you with one shot."

A man whom he pointed out scratched his head, frowned and asked, "Just following?"

Huang Mao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said calmly: "A group of us stayed here to secretly attack him, but we didn't even catch him..."

Huang Mao turned his head and pulled the man's face, leaned over and pinched him twice, and said: "Do you think you two can catch him alone?"

The other person covered his face and felt ashamed, his face turned red and white: "Then I will..."

As he spoke, his hand went to his waist, where he had a gun. Huang Mao waved at his hand.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and someone in the car covered his mouth and started laughing.

"Ouch!" He was hit on the back of his hand, and it hurt. He groaned in pain.

"This person is of great importance. We must not make any mistakes, otherwise, our lives will probably be at stake. You must cheer up for me. Do you hear me?" Huang Mao shouted.

Another man who was pointed out smiled sinisterly: "Brother Huang, do you have any more Ecstasy? Give me more. I don't believe that boy can handle it."

"No, that stuff is not good for the brain. If you breathe it in a little bit, you'll be dizzy all day long. If you catch a stupid idiot, I guarantee that Mr. Fang will kill you with no body intact."

Huang Mao rubbed his face and his voice became gentle: "Xiaolong, maybe you should finish your last words first, before it's too late."

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Chapter completed!