President, don't be arrogant!

Xiao Han no longer hesitated, opened the car door to get off, and walked towards the unit building. He took the elevator directly to the 26th floor and waited.

If it was really aimed at them, he would just sit back and wait.

After waiting for about ten minutes, I saw a black figure walking out of the safe passage, behaved well, first stuck the monitoring screen with chewing gum, then walked to the door of Wei Zixi's apartment, and took out the mask secretly from his arms. Lockpicking tool.

Xiao Han hid on the other side of the elevator, the man didn't notice him, he turned his stiff neck with his hands on his neck, a bone-piercing chill spread over his thin lips.

Beating Lu Xiangbei at night was not enjoyable, and he was so angry that he was provoked by Wei Zixi. He was worried and didn't leave. Since someone delivered it to his door, he would not be polite.

He walked towards the man, probably too focused on opening the door, the man didn't notice anyone approaching.

He didn't react until Xiao Han patted him on the shoulder, thinking it was his accomplice, "Wait a minute, this electronic lock is a bit difficult to open..."

Xiao Han raised his eyebrows, "Do you need me to help you?"

"You don't need me..." Before he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, and his voice stopped abruptly. When he turned around and saw Xiao Han, his face was full of shock.

Opening his mouth and wanting to shout, Xiao Han narrowed his eyes for an instant, covered his mouth with one hand, and lifted him to the safe passage with the other.

"Dare to wake up my wife, I will kill you!"

Xiao Han threw him on the ground, and the high-tailored leather shoes stepped on the man's chest fiercely, as if breaking his ribs at any time.

The man snorted, his face flushed, and his expression was painful. When he saw Xiao Han's eyes full of hostility, he was trembling in his heart.

Depend on!No one told him that the other party had a husband!

"Who sent you here, and what is the purpose?" Xiao Han asked coldly, wondering if that scumbag Wei Ziyue sent him, and what should he do with it.

Destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces, or chop it up and give it to Wei Ziyue?

"I...I can't say..."

Before he finished speaking, the force under Xiao Han's feet became a little heavier, and the man who stepped on him couldn't breathe, and his face began to turn pale.

His icy voice seemed to come from hell, "I will give you a chance to speak now, you cherish it, or I will just make you unable to speak forever!"

There is murderous intent in the narrow and deep eyes.

The man obviously felt Xiao Han's cruelty, he was not threatening himself, but would really kill himself.

"I... I said... I said don't kill me..." The man trembled and panicked: "Someone gave me a sum of money to open the door, and the rest is none of my business."

"The rest?"

The man licked his lips and explained: "He only said to let me open the door, and someone else will do the rest, probably someone else will come. As for what he wants to do, I really don't know!"

Xiao Han nodded thoughtfully, "Who is it?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know...the other party contacted me by phone, and the money was also transferred. I haven't seen him before."

"It's okay." He opened his mouth softly, and when he leaned closer to the man, the light in his eyes was as cold as a knife blade, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and he said softly: "You will see you soon."

The man's eyes widened, but before he realized what was going on, Xiao Han covered his mouth with one hand, and clasped his neck with the other and twisted it hard. After a creak, the man closed his eyes unconsciously.

Xiao Han's face was calm and composed, as if he just twisted a pig's head off just now.

Bending down and grabbing the man's collar, he dragged him to the water meter box, opened the water meter box and stuffed the man in, closed the door and walked around to the other side to continue waiting.

Since the rest of the matter is handled by someone, it means there is still a group of people.