"Say or not?" Nan Feng Xiao said coldly, his tone becoming more and more dangerous.
When Nan Fengxiao was in China, he had always studied Italian, originally in preparation for returning to Italy.
The foreigner raised his head strenuously, looked at the man who was so cold in front of him with unconsciousness, and shook his head.
"I really don't know!" The man opened his mouth, and scarlet blood flowed out.
Lei Ting sneered at the Tang Sect's criminal law a bit. To deal with a prisoner so cruelly, he had seen a lot of Tang Sect's years.
This is already light!
What fell into Nan Ge's hands has never ended well. Now that Brother Nan is in the Tang Sect, everyone is frightened, and everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak!
Just because he is the true heir of Tang Sect and the future master of Tang Sect.
"I don't know?" Nan Feng Xiao's mouth turned into a cold arc, but his face didn't show any smile, "Then I will let you remember the memory!"
Nan Feng Xiao straightened up, sat domineeringly on the chair in the dungeon, and glanced at Thunder coldly. Thunder immediately nodded and put a tape in. The injured man's face appeared on the projector.
The man sneaked into the secret base of Tangmen, and placed a miniature camera at the door of the arsenal. If you didn't pay too much attention, no one would notice it.
The man looked at himself on the screen, his eyes widened suddenly, how could this video...
When he went to the security camera, it was obviously in the middle of the night. At that time, the staff on duty in Tangmen happened to be on duty.
There is another place in the Tang Sect. Generally, cameras are not installed there.
Nan Feng Xiao added a cigarette in his hand, and the hazy smoke floated in the gloomy high and cold sky, making people's legs and feet chilly.
After a long while, Nan Feng Xiao threw his head to the ground, and the bright leather shoes stepped on it forcefully, and the faint light of fire suddenly went out.
Nan Fengxiao took off his windbreaker, leaving only an extremely delicately crafted shirt, with diamonds on the cuffs gleaming.
Lei Ting took Nan Feng Xiao's clothes, stepped back and followed Nan Feng Xiao, watching Nan Feng Xiao load his gun, and walked slowly towards the foreign man who had almost lost his life.
Seeing the south wind whistling down, his big hand waved at the tip of his nose, sweeping away the dust floating in the air.
Even if he loses his memory, Nan Fengxiao’s habits have not changed, such as cleanliness, or...
The fiancée that Xie Ruqing arranged for Nan Fengxiao, Munner, even though she had the title of Nan Fengxiao's fiancee, hadn't even climbed into Nan Fengxiao's bed.
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"Now tell me or not?" Nan Feng Xiao asked casually as if he was playing with a funny toy.
The man's hair was squeezed tightly by Nan Feng Xiao's subordinates, and suddenly he pulled up, his eyes facing Nan Feng Xiao's cold eyes.
Looking at Nan Fengxiao, the man shook his head weakly and said nothing.
Nan Fengxiao's face suddenly changed color, and the whole body was enveloped by the permeating haze.
The man didn't talk, Nan Feng Xiao didn't persecute, and there was no expression on his indifferent face, but it exuded the coldness like hell Rakshasa, which made people daunting.
After Nan Feng Xiao got up, all the bodyguards immediately released the man and pushed aside
Nan Fengxiao stared at the man, then turned around, but the hand holding the gun was always facing the man.
Unsurprisingly, when the gunfire sounded, a hole appeared in the foreign man's chest, and blood was constantly leaking from it.