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Of course Han Lengrou reacted violently, how could she not react violently?

One must know that that woman is Xiao Yan's ex-wife, who is not good for his cousin to like, must he like that woman?Could it be that water polo has a population of 100 billion, and he still can't find someone he likes?

"Brother, you can't like this woman!!"

Seeing Han Lengrou reacting so strongly, the tall and handsome man finally realized something, and he immediately asked curiously: "Why?"

"Are you stupid? I've said so, are you still obsessed with it?"

"Because this is love!"

The tall and handsome man ignored Han Lengrou's hysterics at all. He just looked at Nalan Yanran on the big screen affectionately. He knew that she had a new song, but he didn't expect that it would be so good and beautiful.

The gangster who attacked Nalan Yanran that night was taken to a hidden dark basement. The walls were mottled. Even though the sun was shining brightly outside, it was extremely dark here. Groundwater continued to seep down and fell on the floor, making a loud sound. Weird ticking sound.

The black hood was removed from the gangster's head. He still had injuries on his body and his face was bruised and swollen. On the way to being brought, the white bandage on the wound began to bleed due to the overthrow.

"Who are you?"

"Why, did you forget me so quickly?"

A bald man came out of the darkness. He had a long tattoo on one arm and gold teeth in his mouth. He looked very scary.

"Jack?!"

"Brother Jie, what do you mean?" The gangster was very sober at this moment and did not look crazy at all.

"It's nothing important, don't be afraid."

Speaking of which, the big bald man grinned, reached out and patted the shoulder of the gangster who attacked Nalan Yanran. "I sold you good things, have you done good things?"

The gangster smiled miserably. "Brother Jie, look at me, do I seem to have succeeded?"

"Useless waste"

The gangster smiled stupidly. "Because of special circumstances, otherwise I would have succeeded long ago."

"You originally planned to knock that woman unconscious, enjoy it for yourself, and then bring her over for us to enjoy too. Now not only did you not gain any benefit, but you ended up like this."

The bald man couldn't tell whether it was pity or ridicule.

He poked the wound on the gangster's face and asked, "Does the wound on your face hurt?"

Tick-tick-tick, the drops of water in the basement entered my ears clearly.

The psychotic gangster already felt that something was wrong. He vaguely saw some people hiding behind the desk lamp.

"Brother Jie, doesn't it hurt?"

"If it doesn't hurt, tell me honestly, who is the Spider-Man who beat you like this?"

Sure enough, the gangster's mental illness guessed it at this moment, and he said anxiously: "Brother Jie, I don't know."

"Oh?"

Seeing that the big bald man's eyes were not right, the gangster quickly begged for mercy: "At that time, the lights in the underground parking lot were not very bright, and I only saw him wearing clothes covering his whole body, rushing to punch and kick me, and then I was like this gone."

The bald man's smile began to become complicated. He reached out and touched his bald head and said with an embarrassed expression: "This information of yours does not have much reference value."

"Brother Jie! Brother Jie! I really don't know anymore!! I just know so much that his strength and speed at that time were much beyond ordinary people."

The big bald man stood up with a sigh, then turned his back, and said to a yellow-haired subordinate, "Cut off one of his fingers."

"Brother Jie, brother Jie, that's all I know, me, me."

A shrill scream echoed in the dark basement.

At this time, the big bald head turned around with a smile like a flower and said, "Think about it, did you recall something? Otherwise, your remaining 9 fingers may not be able to hold you thinking about it."