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Because of such a small episode, it was delayed by five or six minutes than originally planned.When Chu Xun returned to the explosion site in the building next door, the panicked and chaotic guests had already fled the scene full of thick smoke, the elevator was out of service, and the crowd rushed downstairs from various passages.

Chu Xun ran into Lu Shishi at the corner of a certain staircase.

Both of them were extremely embarrassed, messy, and messed up.

Lu Shishi was still in shock, and raised her head: "Boss Chu, what's wrong with your face?"

A piece of Chu Xun's spectacle lens was broken, the glasses were crooked on the bridge of the nose, and the right side of his face was swollen.The man's skin was fair, and the bruises were pink, with tiny drops of blood oozing out.

The corner of Chu Xun's mouth twitched, and he covered his face: "Something fell from the roof, it hit me, it hit me."

Lu Shishi herself was not much better.The long hair coiled on the top of the head was partly scattered, and a large clump of sequins fell from the forehead, covering half of the face, and then it was exposed. wig.A few holes were scorched out of her skirt by sparks, and her high heels were gone.

Lu Shishi's original appearance was ashamed to show others, but now at first glance, Chu Xun's virtuous character, with dirty marks all over his face, messy hair, dirt and hot sweat, frowning and embarrassed, looks like he just let him go. There was a beating.She immediately let go of her heart, and she suddenly felt a feeling of being connected with her fate on the way to escape, and she felt sympathetic with each other, and she felt sympathetic to each other.

Chased by thick smoke, a group of people fled from the top floor to the first floor, running around.

Lu Shishi's skirt was too big, and she ran slowly. Chu Xun was even slower than her, wheezing and wheezing, staggering, but he still helped her lift the skirt from behind in a gentlemanly manner along the way.The two held each other's hands, and Lu Shishi couldn't help feeling a strong affection and admiration for the second son of Chu.

Seeing that they were about to reach the lobby on the first floor, the crowd crowded forward and back, and Lu Shishi was knocked down by the people beside her, and she fell to her knees on the ground with a lunge.

Chu Xun accidentally stepped on her skirt behind her, and kneeled down to the empress.

Lu Shishi pouted her buttocks in a forward posture, Chu Xun knelt down, and the woman in front arched back again, and her plump buttocks came up against Chu Xun's face...

"Well……"

Chu Xun didn't even hum, when a huge black shadow covered his head and covered his face.His straight nose had no chance to resist, and he was forced to touch Lu Shishi's buttocks intimately...

I fuck...

Women who sing bel canto and folk songs are generally plump, with a protruding front and back, a bellows on the chest, and a fat buttocks behind.Chu Xun was so stunned that he couldn't tell the pain, so he scolded his mother in his heart, picked up a broken wooden stick on the ground, pointed it at Lu Shishi's buttocks in front of his eyes, and slapped the stick hard!

Just as Lu Shishi was about to get up, her buttocks were hit and covered, she turned her head in surprise: "You hit me?"

Chu Xun adjusted his glasses, pointed at the ceiling, and innocently argued: "On the roof, a piece fell...it hit you..."

There was a sea of ​​people outside the building, surrounded by police cars, ambulances, and radio interview cars. Reporters from various radio stations held their microphones and chased the disheveled hotel guests.

The auction was operated by several well-known big companies, and they had done enough publicity and hype in the media in advance, but such an accident did not expect to happen.No one was killed at the scene, but several important guests sitting in the front seat were injured, smashed, burned, and choked by fireworks, and they were carried out on stretchers.

A group of Hou had long hands and long legs, and fled quickly, but there were a few small openings on the head, face and body from the explosion debris.

At this moment, Mr. Hou was standing in front of an ambulance, walking up and down dejectedly.He snatched an oxygen tank from the nurse, inserted the oxygen tube into his nose, and took a few deep breaths, trying to dilute the stuffy anger in the lung tube.

A group of Hou yelled at the people on the phone: "Grandma's, things are broken, who the hell would have thought that the lamp on the roof could be smashed down, burnt out, and burned black and turned into a piece of broken copper and iron!"

"It's okay, I didn't lose anything... what I lost was the British and the Takasaki family, and those two groups are pinching."

"Hmph, anyway, the goods are not real, even if they are burned, they are still in Lao Tzu's hands, let those two gangs beat them."

A group of Hou gritted his teeth and sneered.

He won't be able to make money from the intermediary for this sale, but the authentic bronze dragon head of the Yuanmingyuan water method is still in his hands.The smashed and burnt dragon head on the rostrum is an extremely realistic fake, which was dropped early in the morning to fool the Japanese buyers.Mr. Hou started his career in smuggling cultural relics. He claims to be a big expert in the industry.

This time the counterfeit was destroyed, the British couldn't argue with it, and the Japanese were relentless. He only cared about profiting from it, and didn't care about the fight between the two groups.He simply kept this dragon head for himself, and hung it on the wall of his house, as an antique coat rack for your Lord Hou, how honorable it is.

The person on the phone stammered and cried: "Boss, something happened to us, this, this, goods, goods..."

Hou Qunqun asked, "What happened to you?"

The person on the phone said: "The dragon head is lost, just lost it, I don't know what happened, we all stared at it, but we can't find it...Boss, what should we do..."

Hou Yiqun turned pale with shock, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't speak.

lost……

lost? !

His face turned from red to white, from white to blue, until it was completely black, with a gloomy expression.

The subordinate asked on the phone: "Boss, do you want to call the police?"

Hou Yiqun yelled: "Report your mother to the police! Call the police to let everyone know that the hanging auction thing is fake. Did I really lose it?! You trash."

Hou Yiqun's brains are not stupid, the real thing disappeared in a flash, it was stolen.

He understood immediately.

This is one out, he was plotting against others in front of the stage, and someone was plotting against him behind his back.

Half an hour ago, the auction venue was full of lightning and dust, and it was not an accident at all. Someone destroyed the fake dragon head and stole the real dragon head at the same time. Lose face, sit on wax; and can't call the police, dare not speak up, and suffered a solid loss.

A group of Hou was out of breath, looked around in a daze, and caught a glimpse of a person standing next to another ambulance across the parking lot.

Lu Shishi's hair was disheveled, her face was covered with makeup, a pair of giant panda eyes, and her skirt was in a mess. She barely maintained her demeanor with her chest up, complaining to her manager and assistant.

Huo Huanhuan is also not far away.Her dress skirt was short, her legs were flexible, and she escaped very fast at the critical moment, and she ran out early.At this moment, Huo Huanhuan and her assistant are standing in front of the Grand Hyatt Hotel building. Huo Huanhuan is wearing a down jacket, rearranging her hair, touching up her makeup, and putting on red lipstick. Posture, ready to send pictures to China as soon as possible.

The most miserable one was the Second Young Master Chu, who was left alone by the side of the road.Chu Ershao wrapped a layer of blankets over his crumpled shirt and trousers, with a wound on his face and two cotton balls stuffed in his nose. He stood huddled on the curb, accepting routine interrogation by two police officers .This person was originally skinny and petite, but with such a shrunken appearance, he looked even weaker and embarrassed.

A group of Hou stared at Chu Xun from a distance, snorted, and looked contemptuously. The surname Chu obviously didn't make a fortune, look at that bad look.In his heart, he was a little jealous of Chu Xun, thinking that this person was always dangling around in the eyes, and he also disdained him a little bit. The surname Chu was nothing more than that. Hey, he's going to do something special, he hangs out with women all day long, hugging him left and right, he's just a playboy, but he's actually not very capable.

When he glanced at Chu Xun, his heart moved by chance, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible.

Who dares to plot against Lord Hou behind his back, and deceived Lao Tzu.

Lord Hou crushed him to death.

Hou Yiqun scanned around back and forth, then turned his gaze back to Chu Xun, squinted his eyes, and looked up and down.That slightly pale thin face, small waist, long legs, really looks good, very tasty... Hou Gongzi chuckled, subconsciously licked his lips, thinking that Chu Xiaoer was also quite interesting.

Chu Xun blew the cold wind on the side of the street for a while, his face was ashamed, his legs were weak, and finally he asked the police to drive him back to the hotel where he was staying.

He himself lives in the Hilton not far from the city center, an old hotel with a history of more than [-] years, with quiet corridors and brass-colored sculpture wall lamps adorning the corner walls.

He stepped into the door, the blanket slipped from his shoulders, his back leaned against the door, his legs were weak, he bent down slowly, covered his face with his hands, and finally let out a long breath.

really tired.

Chu Xun squatted down and sat on the carpet with his legs wide open, leaning against the door for a while, his limbs were extremely tired and painful.He stood up forcefully, without even turning on the headlights in the porch and the living room, went straight into the bathroom, turned on the small light on the wall, and his face was reflected in the mirror.

He threw away the bloody cotton balls in his nostrils, dipped a towel in warm water, washed his face several times, and smelled it everywhere, but he still felt a strong fishy smell on his hands, which made people drenched in blood. Resentful.

There was a sound in the dimly lit porch.

Chu Xun stretched his neck to look in the mirror, with his shirt front open, inspecting the small wound on his shoulder, without turning his head, he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

Someone flipped the door lock with a tool from the outside, and with a soft click, the lock head turned open.

A tall and thin black figure flashed in, and the door quickly closed.

Chu Xun didn't look back, and didn't respond, and continued to raise his chin to shine on his chest and shoulders, circling his neck 180 degrees.

The black shadow did not make a sound, and entered the room silently, with very light steps, without turning on the lights.Carrying a long gun on his shoulder, the barrel of the gun was straight, and the blurred light and shadow hit the wall. The man and the gun seemed to be one, the same thin, straight, cold, and sharp, and a ray of cold air from the middle of the night was carried around him.

The shadow leaned against the wall in the dark, and carefully arranged the whole room, every wall, every corner, every piece of furniture, chandeliers, table lamps, bedside tables, and under the bed; even stepped on the armrest of the sofa, climbed on the On the wall, feel the seams of the ceiling at the corners of the room.

"Clean?" Chu Xun asked.

"Clean." The other party replied with a calm voice.

The guardian in the darkness put down the spear on his shoulder, walked slowly to the door of the bathroom, and looked at Chu Xun at the same level, a handsome face with sharp edges and corners was reflected in the dim light of the wall.

"Chuan Wu, did you get the goods?" Chu Xun asked.

"En." Chuan Wu nodded slightly.

"I saw Hou going crazy from across the street, so I knew you'd figured it out, Li Suo." Chu Xun turned his face sideways, his eyes bright, and a trace of contempt for Hou appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Huo Chuanwu saw the injury on Chu Xun's face at a glance, and frowned: "Is your face like that?"

Chu Xun snorted, "What's wrong with your face?"

Chuanwu: "...bleeding."

Chu Xun turned his face away, with half of the bruise on his face, and looked at the person coldly: "Look again, what's on my face?"

Chuan Wu was stunned for a moment, and secretly swallowed. Chu Xun's face was long and thin, delicate, and his eyes were slender, but they were always shining with an elusive light, carrying a faint threat and desire to dominate.

Chu Xun pointed at himself: "What's on my face?"

"It's all that man's brains."

Chu Xun widened his slender eyes: "You just slapped me in the face!"

When Huo Chuanwu asked him to talk, he felt relieved, fuck, Master Huo just sprayed blood on your face.

Chuanwu said softly: "I heard you say 'death', that's why I fired."

The implication is that the second master gave you an order yourself. I listen to the order and pull the trigger. Who do you rely on for this thing?

You still give me the middle finger...

Chu Xun nodded: "I told you to kill him, did you aim in the right direction?"

Chu Xun was reluctant, and while wiping with a towel vigorously, his little white face turned pink and almost wiped off a layer of tender skin, while muttering: "Your gun is firing, and your brains are spraying on the wall. You Sniping him from the back of the head at a slant, didn't the blood just spray on my face? The eyeballs burst out like a fountain, and then 'wow', exploded, scaring me to death..."

Huo Chuanwu's originally indifferent face showed no expression, but when Chu Xun said it, a smile could not be stretched from the corner of his mouth, and the smile disappeared in a flash.

Your face is considered light, and I have been looking at you for hours from half a kilometer away. You are handsome and happy, what kind of work are you idle all night?

Chu Xun squinted at the person: "Have another fun?"

"You deliberately?!"

Huo Chuanwu was unhappy, leaning his shoulders against the door frame, putting his hands in his trouser pockets, and staring at the wall...

Chuanwu is as tall as Chu Xun, and his figure is about the same when he puts on clothes. He has short flat head and hard hair. His temples and the back of his head are shaved to reveal a light blue scalp. The whole body reveals the hardness of metal, and his jet-black eyebrows are slanted Melting into bronzed skin.

If Chu Xun is a soft person, if he rubs it, he can change his appearance immediately, always unpredictable, with thousands of appearances, ever-changing temper, and smooth, then Huo Chuanwu is hard, always a person A face, a temperament, this person will never change, but it is still difficult to see through.

Second Master Chu felt that he couldn't see through.