As bright as a star: Madam, she is an almighty little princess

Inside the bungalow.

Pei Yanxing took a deep breath, took out his lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff, "Contact Yu Bufan and tell him that I want to negotiate."

Smoke surrounded the man's cold Junrong. When Pei Sen heard this, he immediately took out Princess Anna's mobile phone. As soon as he pressed the voice call button, the screen displayed, "The other party has added you to the blacklist and cannot make video calls."

After being stunned for a second, he didn't dare to talk to Pei Yanxing, and dialed a number that was not in the address book. As a result, the voice broadcast was not in the service area.

"Master." Pei Sen called out to the man sitting on the sofa puffing away his breath, and Pei Yanxing looked over with his dark eyes.

"Yu Bufan blocked Princess Anna's contact information and can't contact anyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees.

A sneer came, and Pei Yanxing put out his cigarette and kicked the overturned coffee table.

When he stood up again, his sharp brows were filled with a terrifying coldness.

No one dared to express their anger, so Pei Miao gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, after all, Yu Bufan is the local bully here and a prince. It is very easy to get through the surveillance of the police station and Skynet, and there are also hackers around him. It’s definitely not average.”

Their people also hacked into Yin City's Skynet surveillance system, but were always one step late, and the Blacknet surveillance system during important periods of time was completely destroyed.

"If we want to find out Yu Feifan's whereabouts and other contact information in a short period of time, we must try it from someone he trusts."

Pei Yanxing stood there, looking at the WeChat interface on his phone. Ling Qi never replied to him after hanging up the phone.

It takes about four hours to fly from Continent M to Continent H.

Thinking about it in my mind.

He raised his eyes again, and his eyes were filled with a strong sinister look of prey, "Inform Mu Chen to take down the secret street and capture the secret street managers alive."

After saying that, he turned around and left the small foreign building, followed by his men.

As soon as he reached the door outside the courtyard, Pei Yanxing suddenly stopped.

Pei Sen asked from behind, "What's wrong?"

Pei Yanxing turned around, looking at the extraordinarily stylish western-style building behind him with half-narrowed black eyes. His thin lips were slightly opened, and his voice was filled with piercing sweat, "Blow this up."

No one was surprised at all. They knew from the moment their master gave the order to clear the dark street that he had returned to his usual ruthless tactics.

Pei Yanan, who was following behind, finally had a chance to make up for his mistake. He took off his backpack and ran in to bury the explosives without saying a word.

Pei Yanxing returned to the car after giving the order. Zhou Ziqian was still waiting there. There was no unexpected sound of fighting or the chubby figure of the little boy. He didn't dare to ask anything he wanted to ask. He could only wait for a while to come back from Pei Yan'an. Ask for news.

Ten minutes later, Pei Yanan lost the bag he had carried when he left, and opened the car door, "Brother, everything is put away. Can you press it?"

Then he handed a miniature remote control button to Pei Yanxing.

"An'an, who are you trying to blow up?" Zhou Ziqian was sitting in the passenger seat, unable to control his gossip factor.

Pei Yanan ignored him and observed his brother's eyes.

Pei Yanxing looked at the remote control. He was not a sloppy person, so he moved his fingers slightly.

In an instant, the dark night seemed to be covered with a layer of glow, and the garden building a few hundred meters away collapsed and turned into ashes. The fire shot into the sky, and even their side was shaken.

"Fuck!" was followed by Zhou Ziqian's surprised and quintessential voice.

"Retreat, go back to the manor." Pei Yanxing threw the remote control button out of the window, scratching the car window, and ordered with a deep eye.

The group of people drove back the same way.

......

At the same time, in another manor, Yu Bufan looked at the latest Skynet surveillance video sent by the "insider" and threw the computer out again.

He picked up the gun and rushed out for a decisive battle, shouting, "Fuck his uncle Pei Yanxing, I'll fuck him to death."

Upon seeing this, the twelve constellations quickly grabbed the irritable person who jumped away, "Second boss, calm down, the thief is waiting for you to come to the door."

Yu Bufan looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and opened its claws uncontrollably. The claws even scratched the face of the Taurus who was trying to hug him.

"Fuck. He's a thief who can't afford to play. When he saw me running away, he blew up the building. You can blow it up if you want. I'm not even that angry about blowing up the dark street, but he chose my ancestor's mansion to blow up. "

Yu Bufan was surrounded by a group of people and roared loudly, covering up the howling of the wolf cub.

"Damn it, isn't this going to send me to a dead end? If that ancestor knows that we are hiding in her place without permission, and destroys her carefully arranged territory..."

"Fuck, fuck."

Yu Bufan squeezed out his arms and scratched his hair, feeling irritable and desperate.

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence, and the twelve constellations' subordinates who were gathered in a circle also took a deep breath, looked at each other in tacit understanding, and saw in each other's eyes the "sense of fear" that they were about to run away.

"Ah! Men want to fight, men want to fight, and conquer the confusion of right and wrong. Men want to fight..." Just as it was quiet, the ringtone of the cell phone of the man trapped in the center started ringing loudly.

The few of them let go of their hands in a tacit understanding, allowing Yu Bufan to take the call from his spare phone.

"Crooked? Say it!"