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Yan Qing'an nodded, her tone was much lighter than before, "Thank you this time."

"An Wenxiao is hard to deal with, you still have to be careful."

Mu Bingyu knew that if he wanted to bring down An Wenxiao, it was equivalent to doing the right thing with the An family.

If you want to accuse the An family's daughter of a kidnapper, it will undoubtedly be a struggle against the entire An family.

Seeing Yan Qing'an nodded seriously, Mu Bingyu still felt a lot of uneasy.

For Gu Qiqi's sake, Yan Qing'an was also determined. He would not give up until An Wenxiao was sent to prison.

It's just that if he doesn't succeed this time, he can't even imagine the consequences.

There are two big families in the Beijing circle, the Yan family and the An family.

How many years haven't such a thing happened, and I haven't turned my face.

Can the Yan family and the An family really watch Yan Qing'an destroy their friendship for many years?
Can he really get An Wenxiao into prison?

Mu Bingyu is more uncertain than Yan Qing'an.

He took a deep look at Yan Qing'an, which made Yan Qing'an feel a little numb, and yelled at him: "Okay, if you have nothing to do, go away, look again, others think you have a crush on me!"

After Jin Qi and Lin Chengwei heard this, if there was water in their mouths, they would spit out a mouthful of water.

Mu Bingyu glared at him with a dark face, knowing that he had nothing good to say.

Seeing him start the car and drive out, Yan Qing'an waved at his car.

Mu Bingyu stretched out a hand from the car window and made a middle finger gesture.

Yan Qing'an smiled and turned around and got into the car.

On the way back, Yan Qing'an drove the car.

Jin Qi and Lin Chengwei sat on both sides of Hu Yinglin to support him, keeping him from moving, but he tried his best to break free from these two people.

"Oh, don't move around!" Jin Qi looked at his writhing body, he was so annoyed to death, and he made him a little motion sick.

Hu Yinglin didn't listen at all, he tried his best to break free from the control of Jin Qi and Lin Chengwei, trying to escape by following the opportunity.

Lin Chengwei was also a little impatient, and pulled his arm with a bit of skill, but that place was a pain point, "Sit down honestly!"

"Hmm—" Hu Yinglin couldn't help crying out in pain even though his mouth was gagged with a towel.

Yan Qing'an looked at Hu Yinglin who was always struggling to escape through the rearview mirror, a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, his tone was flat, but the indescribable coldness made people shudder——

"If I were you, I wouldn't ask for it."

Hu Yinglin immediately stopped moving after hearing Yan Qing'an's plain words.

One was the sore spot on the arm pulled by Lin Chengwei, and the other was scared by Yan Qing'an.

If Jin Qi hadn't controlled Hu Yinglin, he would have given their CEO a thumbs up.

Yan Qing'an drove to a private shooting gallery that he always went to before.

The curator of the shooting gallery is a good friend of his. He is usually stressed, or when he is itchy, he will come to this place to relieve the pressure, or check whether his shooting ability has declined recently.

The curator of the shooting gallery specially reserved a VIP lounge for him, and no one except him could go there to rest.

Because this place is purely private, and the people who come here are of extraordinary status, no one will meddle in other people's business, even if they bring Hu Yinglin in, no one will care.

Yan Qing'an parked his car at the gate of the shooting range, and immediately someone came up to park for him.

Yan Qing'an beckoned and asked him to wait.

Then he winked at Lin Chengwei and Jin Qi, and made a silent gesture with his hand next to his mouth.

The two of them immediately understood, pulled Hu Yinglin and got out of the car.

There was the sound of "bang, bang, bang..." shooting from the shooting range.

Gunshots came to Hu Yinglin's ears one after another, and immediately Hu Yinglin was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he trembled slightly with the sound of the gunshots.

Yan Qing'an handed over the car keys to the little brother who parked the car.

The little brother who parked the car immediately reached out to pick it up. There was a blindfolded and tied-up man standing beside him, but he didn't even look at it, as if he didn't see it. He got into the car and drove away. .

Yan Qing'an led the three of them to the shooting range as if no one else was there.

There were two or three men on the shooting range who were practicing shooting.

Hu Yinglin couldn't see the current situation, he could only hear the shooting sound of "bang, bang, bang..." in his ears.

Every gunshot sounded in his ears like a reminder.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm—"

His legs were shaking terribly, fighting like two chopsticks.

He remembered that Yan Qing'an sent someone to catch him before, he was beaten almost to death, and he was brought in front of Yan Qing'an. If it wasn't for his sharp eyesight, strong desire to survive, and some use value, he would probably have been killed by Yan Qing'an that time. Do it quietly.

The more Hu Yinglin thought about it, the more frightened he became. Whether he could see it or not, he just wanted to turn around and run away.

Helplessly, his legs were weak, and even if he wanted to run at this moment, he didn't have the strength.

Jin Qi and Lin Chengwei looked at Hu Yinglin who was so frightened that he had no hope of survival, wanted to laugh but had to hold it back.

After laughing at Hu Yinglin, Jin Qi's eyes began to aim at the shooting range.

Jin Qi has never been to such a place, and seeing this kind of high-end private shooting range, his heart is also extremely surging.

How should I put it, every man has a shooting dream in his heart.

That kind of shooting with a gun, that kind of unrestrained, that kind of wildness, that kind of deadly masculinity, I feel charming when I think about it.

Yan Qing'an took a look at Jin Qi and understood.

Lin Chengwei, on the other hand, looked uninterested and focused on pulling Hu Yinglin forward.

When the curator of the shooting gallery heard that he was coming, he came out of another building. Yan Qing'an saw him, and waved from afar, as a greeting to him, and pointed to the three people around him. Only when the curator nodded, Yan Qing'an entered the museum.

The three of them followed Yan Qing'an to the top floor of the shooting range, and came to his lounge. After entering the room, Yan Qing'an closed the door.

Only then did Lin Chengwei and Jin Qi let go of Hu Yinglin, shaking their arms repeatedly in exhaustion.

Jin Qi was fine, he could still stand, Lin Chengwei didn't even want to stand, got rid of Hu Yinglin, and immediately sat on the sofa beside him.

Hu Yinglin had no support, his legs were still weak, and he collapsed and knelt on the ground.

Yan Qing'an didn't even look at him, and waved to Jin Qi who was standing at the door.

Jin Qi walked over honestly, and Yan Qing'an took out a card from his pocket and gave it to him. It was a shooting card, and asked him to go down and enjoy shooting.

Jin Qi looked at the card handed over by his boss, and his eyes almost shot lasers of love.

Just about to say thank you, Yan Qing'an rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and told him to leave directly.

Jin Qi understood what his boss meant, nodded, opened the door with his card and left.

After Jin Qi closed the door again, Yan Qing'an turned around and walked to Hu Yinglin's side, bent down and tore off the rags from Hu Yinglin's eyes.

Hu Yinglin opened and looked at the magnified Yan Qing'an's face, his eyes were full of horror.

Immediately after Yan Qing'an raised his hand, Hu Yinglin closed his eyes in fright, begging for mercy, but helplessly his mouth was blocked, and he could only hear his voice, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-"

Yan Qing'an sneered, seeing him pissed off in fright, and tore off the towel from his mouth.

Without the restraint of the towel, Hu Yinglin's voice suddenly became clear: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan... Please, please, please forgive me... I, I really don't know anything... I just... …I am……"

Yan Qing'an's eyes were dark, and he grabbed Hu Yinglin's chin with such force that the pain made him speechless.

The jawbone of Hu Yinglin's cheek was in severe pain, and Yan Qing'an's hand was like an iron clamp, tightly holding the sides of his cheek, with such force that it seemed to crush his jaw directly.

Hu Yinglin was in so much pain that he couldn't even cry out, so he could only hold back his breath a few times.

It's just that the ferocious expression on his face shows that he is suffering great pain now.

Yan Qing'an raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows were dark and cold, and he exuded a terrifying aura, but his tone was very light, as if he was chatting with someone: "What are you? You just watched everything, but there was nothing Do you?"

Hu Yinglin wanted to shake his head crazily, but his head was tightly held by Yan Qing'an's hand, unable to move an inch.

Yan Qing'an sneered, and said again, "It's just like last time. You knew it was wrong, but you did it anyway. You could save people, but you watched and filmed...isn't it?"

Yan Qing'an's words pierced into Hu Yinglin's heart like ice knives, making him realize exactly what he did and didn't do that day.

Hu Yinglin's face was almost deformed by Yan Qing'an, and the part of his cheek that was pinched turned pale, Lin Chengwei couldn't help but said: "Qing'an, let him go first, listen to how he argues. "

In fact, Yan Qing'an didn't use much force in his hands. After hearing Lin Chengwei's words, he took a look at Hu Yinglin's appearance, and his cold and temperatureless eyes swept over Hu Yinglin's body, as if a knife had been scraped on him.

Hu Yinglin couldn't help shaking, Yan Qing'an let go of Hu Yinglin's face.

Hu Yinglin immediately took a deep breath, the place on his face pinched by Yan Qing'an was already a little bruised.

"Yan, Mr. Yan, I, I, I was really wrong. I was very wrong this time. But, I still want you to listen to me, and let me say a few more words..." Hu Yinglin's cheeks were so painful that his nose snot DC.

But at this juncture, he neither dared to move, nor dared to say a word.

Yan Qing'an stood up straight, and cast a sidelong glance at him. The indescribable coldness and contempt in that gaze made Hu Yinglin too frightened to speak again.

"I don't want to hear from you anymore. I just want to know two things."

Hu Yinglin immediately straightened his body on his knees, his face full of earnestness, "Say it! I will definitely tell you everything I know!"

Lin Chengwei lay paralyzed on the sofa, watched Yan Qingan explain everything to Hu Yinglin with only a few words.

I really admire Yan Qing'an in my heart, but also a little afraid of Yan Qing'an.

Although Yan Qing'an was a rather scary person in high school.

But it's just a fight between children.

But looking at what he did today, he felt that Yan Qing'an was no longer a scary person, and now Yan Qing'an was a super scary person.

Yan Qing'an's series of methods today.It was like applying what he learned in the army to Hu Yinglin completely.

Psychological intimidation, oppression, first destroy the enemy's psychology.

Afterwards, interrogation and clichés were so terrifying that he couldn't speak.

He knew that Yan Qing'an had been in the army before, but he didn't expect Yan Qing'an to hide so much from them.

Such a ruthless image, he seems to have never seen Yan Qing'an showing it in normal times.

It turned out that before, he completely put away this side of himself, and only let the people around him see his harmless posture.