When he brought people to catch up, the man was already ready to board the plane.
When he returns to South Africa, there is really nothing he can do.
Nan Fengxiao took out the paper from his pocket and covered his nose, Jun's face tense. Dark and deep eyes stared coldly at the man lying on the ground, and his men immediately moved a stool and placed it behind Nan Feng Xiao.
Nan Feng Xiao's tall body sat down, and Lei Ting looked at Nan Feng Xiao blankly.
This is the second person Nan Ge executed here. The first person was because he nearly killed his wife, and the second time because he nearly killed the young master!
In Nan Fengxiao's heart, no one can touch the person in his heart.
Thunder knew that this man would not end well.
However, behind him is the largest consortium in South Africa. It would be no problem to just kill his son openly
You can see Nan Feng Xiao's cold face, Lei Ting swallowed all his worries, and stood silently behind Nan Feng Xiao.
"Wake up."
Nan Feng Xiao coldly ordered, and the black man was immediately awakened by a bucket of water filled with ice in the next second.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, accompanied by Nan Feng Xiao's increasingly cold face.
The water on the ground was stained bright red, and the man curled up on the ground a few more times before slowly opening his eyes.
"South Wind Roar!" The moment the man saw the South Wind Roar, he knew that he could not escape today.
However, what he cares about is whether Tang Yichen is dead!
The man's eyes were swollen and he couldn't open it at all.
"It's me." Nan Fengxiao clutched the tissue, his voice still loud and powerful.
The legs were still folded, and Shenren's coldness and domineering appeared between the eyebrows.
As long as Nan Fengxiao sits there, he doesn't need to speak, it already gives people a strong oppressive force.
The man tried to get up from the ground with difficulty, but in the next second he was kicked to the ground by someone who was howling from the south wind.
Nan Fengxiao raised his hand, put one hand on his knee, covered his nose with the other, tilted his body slightly, and looked at the unbearable man in front of him coldly.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die in vain. I will let someone send your body to South Africa in person and tell your father that you... were killed by the South Wind."
After the man listened, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to catch Nan Fengxiao's pants for pleading.
However, as soon as he raised his hand, the gunshot sounded without hesitation, and the man had fallen in a pool of blood.
Nan Feng Xiao threw the gun in Thunder's hand, and rubbed his hand with the gun in disgust.
Lei Ting glanced at the man on the ground and coldly ordered, "Send to his house."
After speaking, leave together behind Nan Fengxiao.
Before getting into the car, Nan Feng Xiao suddenly stopped and raised his arm to kiss the smell of his body.
"Does it smell?"
Nan Feng Xiao pointed to the smell of blood, Lei Ting shook his head, "There is no Nan Ge."
But Nan Fengxiao still disliked it and took off his suit jacket and threw it in Thunder's palm.
"Throw it away."
Nan Feng Xiao coldly ordered, and then entered the sports car without looking back.
He can't let Murphy have any shadows in his heart, just don't hesitate to deal with this matter alone.
Thunder had to put the jacket on the car, threw the suit jacket in the trash can, and trot back to the car.
As soon as the seat belt was fastened, the phone rang.
When Lei Ting saw that it was Kowloon, he knew that it was something related to Tang Yichen, and he immediately connected the phone to Nan Feng Xiao.
"Say." Nan Feng Xiao's expression was grim.
Jiulong felt that he was indeed the last head of Tang Sect, and the coldness on his body seemed to be felt through the phone.