When my eyes adapted to the dim light in the room, Cen Jinzhi finally saw clearly what the person in front of me looked like.
In a trance, he even thought that time had been stuck many years ago. After the man sent someone to send An Sheng to the old house, the two met in a hurry through the car window.
Because he didn't see this man get off the car that time, he suddenly saw the man's complete appearance at this moment, and even had a sense of absurdity, like an illusion in a dream
Who would have thought that this man who is so secretive and powerful in all walks of life even when he mentions his name, would be sitting in a wheelchair?
Even though the man's face was not as good as the traces of time as he was in his forties, his face looked too out of place with his identity.
But Cen Jinzhi, who has been imprisoned in this person for a long time, obviously would not underestimate this man because of his appearance
He just felt that this scene seemed to have gone through a lot of hardships and fought to the devil, and was ready to fight, but he almost couldn't recognize which devil was here.
He even felt that even the tall man in black who stood respectfully beside him was more like a gangster in power than him
An Heling
The moment Cen Jinzhi spit out these three words, he noticed the man in black standing by the tea table. His steps seemed to be moving forward, but was blocked by the action of the white-haired man.
He slowly entered another teacup, took half a cup of brightly colored tea, and pushed it in front of him with one hand
Jinzhi, he called his name, his voice was as clear as this old man, and his tone was naturally not like a father who had only met his biological son twice for more than 20 years.
How about this tea
Cen Jinzhi sat down as he said, but did not hold up the tea
An Heling's voice was still light and slow, and the warm and gentle color between his eyebrows made him like a gossiping elder: Just count it... You have come back from Cen's house for some years and years. It seems that you and Xiaosheng are getting along well...
When Cen Jinzhi heard An Sheng's name, he clenched his fists under the table. The anxiety in his heart finally made him abandon his caution in facing a strong enemy and chose to go straight to the point: I think we have no old feelings, I'm already here, what exactly should you take action?
An Heling seemed to have looked up at him unexpectedly, then smiled slightly as if he was aware, lowered his head and filled the empty teacup again: Maybe... you don't have to be so anxious, Xiao Sheng is not in danger there for the time being
Ha Wave Cen Jinzhi finally laughed sarcastically. As an adult, he thought he could control his emotions perfectly, but he was still stabbed by the man's indifferent face.
Xiaosheng? Do you think you are qualified to call her that? As a father, you are afraid that you don’t even know what she looks like now, right? ‘No danger’? How can you be as dangerous as you are? Is it true that your daughter is tortured, as long as she is still to spare her life and can be used by you in the future, and you will be able to let everything go? I have never seen a businessman who is more competent than you.
But An Heling seemed to have not heard his sarcasm at all, and still said lightly: Since you don’t want to talk to me about Xiaosheng, let me let you...
Sir The man in black bowed his head respectfully
Let Jinzhi see the information No. 219
yes
Soon, Cen Jinzhi had a kraft paper bag on his hand, and the photos and documents in each language were placed on the desktop one by one.
When Cen Jinyi finished reading it, his always calm eyes suddenly shaking violently
He has seen this information once and has refused once.
Of course, the price of refusal was that he spent a lot of time and energy to develop the latest medicines needed by their organization as a substitute, in exchange for the help of professionals sent by An Heling.
And now, the task difficulty shown in this material is even more than what I saw last time.
Cen Jinzhi suddenly looked at An Zhiruosu's man
An Heling didn't say a word, but the black-clad Azhuo stepped forward and explained a few words: As you can see, due to the delay in the timing, the difficulty coefficient of this task has been greatly improved. Please consider carefully whether to accept this transaction based on your own situation. Of course, the next moment you press the fingerprint, we will take action immediately to rescue Miss An Sheng.
Cen Jinzhi saw the demon pick up the sweet fruit that he could not refuse. It smiled and called him step by step into the flames of hell, and blatantly told him that what it wanted was his life.
Cen Jinzhi's fingers on the drawing began to tremble slightly, his dry lips opened and closed, and after a while, he finally heard his hoarse voice
I promise
This is indeed a big bet. An Heling did not directly send him to the guillotine. After all, my life is worthless to him.
What An Heling wants is his hands
These hands that can also make his chestnuts in the fire on the operating table
If he is not careful, he may never be able to hold the scalpel again
He knows
What is the difference between this and his life?
Just as An Sheng is gone, there is no difference between taking his life
But compared to the word "sister", it hurts more
Before Cen Jinzhi was sent to the dismantling mechanism, he had no mistakes. He needed to be sent to a special training ground to maximize the reaction speed and targeted tolerance of his hands. This training filled with sharp knives and blood will be completely isolated from the outside world and last for half a year.
Just as Cen Jinzhi stepped into the insulated area, A Zhuo in the tea room bent down respectfully and asked: Sir, do you need me personally...
No need An Heling raised her hand and poured the cool new tea on the opposite side cleanly, saying, Didn’t Shuxu come to ask for a man last time? The Bai family should have some changes... Send a few people
Azhuo retreated in response
An Heling's scattered gaze passed through the faint tea smoke and the half-closed door, and saw the white magnolia with unscathing sunlight stretching in the unscathing sunlight.
His fingers, which seemed to be a little paler than white porcelain, seemed to be gently crushing the cup.
He actually remembered the snow-white cotton skirt helmet on her slender calves when he brought the little girl back from the welfare home a few years ago.
Ansheng, Ansheng
What a good name, he thought
But she laughed again
It's really hard to be at peace...
In a trance, he even thought that time had been stuck many years ago. After the man sent someone to send An Sheng to the old house, the two met in a hurry through the car window.
Because he didn't see this man get off the car that time, he suddenly saw the man's complete appearance at this moment, and even had a sense of absurdity, like an illusion in a dream
Who would have thought that this man who is so secretive and powerful in all walks of life even when he mentions his name, would be sitting in a wheelchair?
Even though the man's face was not as good as the traces of time as he was in his forties, his face looked too out of place with his identity.
But Cen Jinzhi, who has been imprisoned in this person for a long time, obviously would not underestimate this man because of his appearance
He just felt that this scene seemed to have gone through a lot of hardships and fought to the devil, and was ready to fight, but he almost couldn't recognize which devil was here.
He even felt that even the tall man in black who stood respectfully beside him was more like a gangster in power than him
An Heling
The moment Cen Jinzhi spit out these three words, he noticed the man in black standing by the tea table. His steps seemed to be moving forward, but was blocked by the action of the white-haired man.
He slowly entered another teacup, took half a cup of brightly colored tea, and pushed it in front of him with one hand
Jinzhi, he called his name, his voice was as clear as this old man, and his tone was naturally not like a father who had only met his biological son twice for more than 20 years.
How about this tea
Cen Jinzhi sat down as he said, but did not hold up the tea
An Heling's voice was still light and slow, and the warm and gentle color between his eyebrows made him like a gossiping elder: Just count it... You have come back from Cen's house for some years and years. It seems that you and Xiaosheng are getting along well...
When Cen Jinzhi heard An Sheng's name, he clenched his fists under the table. The anxiety in his heart finally made him abandon his caution in facing a strong enemy and chose to go straight to the point: I think we have no old feelings, I'm already here, what exactly should you take action?
An Heling seemed to have looked up at him unexpectedly, then smiled slightly as if he was aware, lowered his head and filled the empty teacup again: Maybe... you don't have to be so anxious, Xiao Sheng is not in danger there for the time being
Ha Wave Cen Jinzhi finally laughed sarcastically. As an adult, he thought he could control his emotions perfectly, but he was still stabbed by the man's indifferent face.
Xiaosheng? Do you think you are qualified to call her that? As a father, you are afraid that you don’t even know what she looks like now, right? ‘No danger’? How can you be as dangerous as you are? Is it true that your daughter is tortured, as long as she is still to spare her life and can be used by you in the future, and you will be able to let everything go? I have never seen a businessman who is more competent than you.
But An Heling seemed to have not heard his sarcasm at all, and still said lightly: Since you don’t want to talk to me about Xiaosheng, let me let you...
Sir The man in black bowed his head respectfully
Let Jinzhi see the information No. 219
yes
Soon, Cen Jinzhi had a kraft paper bag on his hand, and the photos and documents in each language were placed on the desktop one by one.
When Cen Jinyi finished reading it, his always calm eyes suddenly shaking violently
He has seen this information once and has refused once.
Of course, the price of refusal was that he spent a lot of time and energy to develop the latest medicines needed by their organization as a substitute, in exchange for the help of professionals sent by An Heling.
And now, the task difficulty shown in this material is even more than what I saw last time.
Cen Jinzhi suddenly looked at An Zhiruosu's man
An Heling didn't say a word, but the black-clad Azhuo stepped forward and explained a few words: As you can see, due to the delay in the timing, the difficulty coefficient of this task has been greatly improved. Please consider carefully whether to accept this transaction based on your own situation. Of course, the next moment you press the fingerprint, we will take action immediately to rescue Miss An Sheng.
Cen Jinzhi saw the demon pick up the sweet fruit that he could not refuse. It smiled and called him step by step into the flames of hell, and blatantly told him that what it wanted was his life.
Cen Jinzhi's fingers on the drawing began to tremble slightly, his dry lips opened and closed, and after a while, he finally heard his hoarse voice
I promise
This is indeed a big bet. An Heling did not directly send him to the guillotine. After all, my life is worthless to him.
What An Heling wants is his hands
These hands that can also make his chestnuts in the fire on the operating table
If he is not careful, he may never be able to hold the scalpel again
He knows
What is the difference between this and his life?
Just as An Sheng is gone, there is no difference between taking his life
But compared to the word "sister", it hurts more
Before Cen Jinzhi was sent to the dismantling mechanism, he had no mistakes. He needed to be sent to a special training ground to maximize the reaction speed and targeted tolerance of his hands. This training filled with sharp knives and blood will be completely isolated from the outside world and last for half a year.
Just as Cen Jinzhi stepped into the insulated area, A Zhuo in the tea room bent down respectfully and asked: Sir, do you need me personally...
No need An Heling raised her hand and poured the cool new tea on the opposite side cleanly, saying, Didn’t Shuxu come to ask for a man last time? The Bai family should have some changes... Send a few people
Azhuo retreated in response
An Heling's scattered gaze passed through the faint tea smoke and the half-closed door, and saw the white magnolia with unscathing sunlight stretching in the unscathing sunlight.
His fingers, which seemed to be a little paler than white porcelain, seemed to be gently crushing the cup.
He actually remembered the snow-white cotton skirt helmet on her slender calves when he brought the little girl back from the welfare home a few years ago.
Ansheng, Ansheng
What a good name, he thought
But she laughed again
It's really hard to be at peace...
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