Chapter 39 Stimulation

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"Ha ha, young people don't be sharp, it will bring trouble to themselves!" Zhang Zheng tried his best to suppress his inner panic and said with a smile, "Do you know that no matter how big your background is, no one can protect you with such behavior!"

"You haven't answered my question yet. What is three creations and one?" Pan Hongsheng asked with a smile, "Your so-called three creations and one office, did you say it yourself?"

"Ah, this! I'll call a secretary..." Zhang Zheng was about to get the phone while he spoke, but Pan Hongsheng held down the phone.

"You can't even say it yourself, can you?" Pan Hongsheng stared at him with his eyes: "In Jinjiang, no one dares to touch me except you."

Zhang Zheng can't stand it, but his years of eunuch career made him thick-skinned like a city wall, with a stiff and stylized smile on his face: "This is an order issued by his superiors, and I can't help it. Do you mean that your enterprise is involved? Ha ha, I think it's a misunderstanding. It must be a staff who is stunned and has made a mistake..."

Pan Hongsheng looked at Zhang Zheng and didn't say anything for a long time.

There was a dead silence in the whole office. Zhang was facing Pan Hongsheng's burning eyes, and drops of cold sweat fell on the desk...

"My people won't let me out before three o'clock in the afternoon a few days, so I have to come and ask for advice." Pan Hongsheng turned his head and left. The flower demon at the door opened the door with great eyesight.

Zhang Zheng was sitting in a chair and was about to catch his breath when suddenly the door "collapsed!" It was closed fiercely! He was so scared that he shivered and almost fell to the ground.

"You can be proud of yourself! There are times when you cry! I will kill you one day! Get rid of you!"

After Pan Hongsheng left, Zhang Zheng gritted his teeth and smashed the things on his desk. It took a long time to calm down.

Since the day he reached the peak of the Jinjiang police circle, no one has ever dared to talk to him like this. He is used to looking at people with his nostrils. Except for superior inspections or city meetings, he is in a posture of giving up to others and has never seen other people's faces.

But today he was almost threatened by Pan Hongsheng with his fist around his neck, which made his self-esteem that he had gradually accumulated for years collapse.

"Hey, Thunder Sword? First of all, slow down. The three creations and one work have been completed. Don't be in the field of Feng Pan Hongsheng!"

He had a very bad feeling. He originally planned to bring in Song Ziyang, the northern wolf fighting Pan Hongsheng, the tiger, but before Song Ziyang entered, Pan Hongsheng had already found himself according to the taste. Judging from the other party's eyes, his plan seemed to have gone bankrupt before it was implemented.

Pan Hongsheng returned to the car with the flower demon, but he disappeared Liao Fan.

"What? What about others?" The flower demon looked left and right, and Pan Hongsheng saw a trace of blood from the car.

"Don't look for it," he wiped the blood with his finger and smelled it under his nose: "It's so fast. We did it as soon as we went upstairs!"

"Do it in the police compound?" As a killer, the flower demons felt a little strange: "Is it possible?"

Pan Hongsheng snorted coldly, and the muscles on his cheeks were faintly agitated...

This crazy world, what is impossible...

"What should we do?" The flower demon saw Liao Fan's position in Pan Hongsheng's mind. She knew that her boss had accumulated an anger in his heart at this time.

"Didi..."

Wither waiting for Pan Hongsheng to speak, the phone rang. It was a strange number.

"Look, you don't have to worry about this kind of problem at all. If they want to kill Liao Fan, they will kill him long ago. You don't have to catch him." Pan Hongsheng tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and asked faintly, "Which friend is so elegant? Do you want to ask my men to have tea?"

"It's worthy of being Jinjiang's anti-top. You can be so calm at this time," Song Ziyang, who was on the other end of the phone, said more directly: "I'll make a long story short. I'll just say one sentence. Don't occupy the pit without shit!"

"Which I do or not, it's none of your business!?" Pan Hongsheng's volume suddenly soared: "Your days are really short. As long as I know your name, you will be finished."

Pan Hongsheng said as he motioned the flower demon to detect the other party's call address and card number.

"But you don't know," Song Ziyang smiled coldly: "Don't waste your effort to trace the card number and mailing address. I use the mobile phone just stolen by my subordinates. It is estimated that it will be cancelled in a while, so don't waste your time. Listen to me and quit Jinjiang. I'll give you a lot of money safely. Think about it yourself. Let's go!"

"You are really a bastard," Pan Hongsheng said coldly, "Let go first, or we won't talk about it."

"People? In the trunk!" Song Ziyang smiled gutterly: "Don't you think it's a magic trick? Can't you figure this out? Ha ha, come on, I see you. Don't be ashamed anymore. Don't come out. You can't beat me!"

After saying that, Song Ziyang hung up the phone, and Pan Hongsheng was stunned and smiled.

When he opened the trunk, Liao Fan was indeed stuffed into it. He seemed to have been shot with an anesthetic gun and was unconscious.

Hua Yao looked at his boss in horror, but Pan Hongsheng looked calm and silently took Liao Fan out. After checking, he found that there was nothing serious, but it took some time to recover.

The flower demon drove the car carefully, as if there were a hundred little mice scratching in his heart, and a terrible smell spread in the car.

Liao Fan woke up on the way. He looked at Pan Hongsheng and felt apologizing: "I'm sorry, I was careless."

"It's not your problem, blame me." Pan Hongsheng's calm face was like a stone at the bottom of the sea.

But Liao Fan and the flower demon on the car felt a sense of dullness and pressure, and there seemed to be a breath of anger burning.

This feeling is an invisible and real existence. Although Pan Hongsheng looks like wood, no one can guess what he is thinking.

In fact, he is being influenced by a mixture of excitement and anger at this time, a feeling of excitement after being stimulated.

This feeling has not been felt for a long time, or it can be said that such a strong opponent has appeared for a long time. This opponent made him angry and excited all the power in his body - it can finally be released.

"Big boss, Huang Mao called. He seems to have received the message." The flower demon who was driving looked at the message on the phone and handed it to Pan Hongsheng in the back.

"Stop the car," Pan Hongsheng said with a blank face, "Brother, you go back to rest for a while and leave the rest to me."

"I'm fine. Let's go with you!" Liao Fan was a little embarrassed: "I was careless just now. I must earn it back!" Otherwise, what face do I have to leave here?"

Pan Hongsheng looked at Liao Fan and saw his face of pain and anger, and his already angular face became more cold.

In fact, he feels even more uncomfortable, far better than Pan Hongsheng's embarrassment.

You should know that he is ugly in front of his future brother-in-law. This is the most shameless and the most taboo thing for a man. There is a stream of anger in his chest to fight for face back.

Face is fought for by yourself, not given by others.

"Okay." Pan Hongsheng didn't say anything more, but sent two text messages to two people on his mobile phone.

Huang Mao provided a complete information and address of the other party. It seems that the effectiveness of money is very useful. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can dig out the big secret!

"Go straight now?" The flower demon took a breath and asked.

"That's right, just go straight to the address you just saw." Pan Hongsheng closed his eyes after saying that: "I'll squint for a while and call me when I get there."