[Brother, wait for me for a while, and I will pick you up later.]

Jiang Bo held back the little bitterness in his heart, smiled at him, turned around, and walked directly to the next floor of the hall.

He had to safely deliver Lin Nuanxi to Ling Huaxi before he could feel at ease.

At least, that guy wouldn't blame him for not taking good care of her in Tibet.

Jiang Bo smiled helplessly, but he didn't notice the large group of people following him, intending to sneak attack him.

The man in black robe in the lead looked at Jiang Bo's back and showed a fierce look in his eyes. If it weren't for him, so many of his little brothers wouldn't have died tragically!

A pair of sharp and sharp knives reflected the sharp and cold white light. Jiang Bo realized something, turned around suddenly, raised his hand and pulled the gun in his hand-

...

A black helicopter was suspended on the top floor of the Potala Palace. Before the helicopter could land, Beitang Yaori jumped down and ran directly inside.

Xi Shaosiming followed closely, with an unhappy expression on his face—

[Damn it, such a dangerous thing, Hua Xi ran to Tibet alone without even saying anything. When he returned, he had to teach him a lesson!]

Of course, Xi Shaosiming had already thought about the content of "punishment" against Ling Huaxi.

A hint of ambiguous and beautiful curve was bent at the corner of his mouth, and Xi Shaosiming equipped the gun in his hand.

[To use the elites of my Dragon King Club, you should always pay a price.]

As soon as he ran into the hall, Beitang Yaori saw the corpses splattering blood in front of him. He clenched his fists hard, and Beitang Yaori ran towards the upstairs.

In the hall on the second floor, Tibetan men were all over the body, covered with blood-colored traces of knife-cutting and bullet penetration.

The air full of bloody smell was filled with a sweet tobacco smell.

At the front, Jiang Bo, who was sitting in front of the big pillar, was in a mess, with fresh blood dripping in the knife in his hand. He took a breath of cigarette leisurely, and Jiang Bo's handsome face was his usual smile.

[Jiangbo, where is Nuanxi!]

The familiar voice came to Jiang Bo's ears through the corridor covered with corpses. His slow body only reacted at this time.

It's the sun!

Looking up, Jiang Bo looked at Beitang Yaori standing in front of him from afar. The bottom of his beautiful black eyes lingered in a rich softness.

[I knew you would come.] There was a heavy hoarseness in my lazy and elegant voice.

Beitang Yaori paused and walked towards Jiang Bo.

[Okay, don’t step on these disgusting corpses, hurry up and find Lin Nuanxi.]

The footsteps were stopped by Jiang Bo's rejection.

[Let someone who loves you cry for you, Yaori, you are such a bad boyfriend.] Jiang Bo's tone was filled with a hint of helpless pampering, but there was a great sense of bitterness of tolerance.

Jiang Bo restrained his shaking hands, tried to make himself look natural as much as possible, and took another breath of cigarette.

The smoke filled the man standing in front of him far away and making his whole world crazy, Beitang Yaori.

[Love her well, go find her!]

[…]

[It is time to give Nuanxi an explanation and to give Murong Qiangwei a break.]

[…]

[Yaori, you are not wrong.]

Jiang Bo raised his head and looked at Beitang Yaori, smiling particularly beautifully!

[You are fine alone?]

[Just kidding, I'm Jiang Bo!]
Chapter completed!