"Go buy me some chicken legs first. I'm not full." Han Xiao stared at Dai Wei.
"Okay, okay!" Dai Wei immediately stood up and went to the front desk to order five New Orleans chicken legs. After paying, he brought them back and carefully placed them in front of Han Xiao.
"What you just said, I'm not interested." Han Xiao said to Dai Wei while gnawing on a chicken leg.
Dai Wei: “… …” You’ve already eaten all the chicken legs I bought, five of them, and now you say you’re not interested
"Brother Han Xiao, our boss said that as long as you help us suppress Ze Ling, we can negotiate any conditions you want..." Dai Wei saw Han Xiao refused and spoke hurriedly.
"Zhe Ling..." Han Xiao showed a thoughtful expression.
"Boss, Han Xiao has been found. He's right next to us. OK, I'll turn on the speakerphone and you can talk to him yourself." Dai Wei called Ning Xueluo directly and then turned on the speakerphone.
The next second, a very soft and pleasant female voice came from the phone: "Hello, Mr. Han, I am..."
"I remember telling you just now that I'm not interested?" Han Xiao had a blank expression on his face, his cold eyes falling on Dai Wei.
Being stared at by Han Xiao for just a moment, Dai Wei's hair stood on end. Without thinking, he didn't even give Ning Xueluo on the other end of the phone a chance to speak, and hung up the phone directly.
"Sorry... I'm sorry." A trace of cold sweat seeped out of Dai Wei's forehead.
Although Han Xiao looked calm, Dai Wei felt inexplicably breathless when Han Xiao glanced at him.
"Are you okay now?" Han Xiao said calmly.
"Yes, yes, Brother Han Xiao, eat first. If you have anything, call me... Oh no, texting is fine too."
After Dai Wei finished speaking, he turned around and left KFC in embarrassment.
After Han Xiao finished eating the chicken leg, he licked his fingers, then left and walked towards the historian headquarters.
… …
"Wait! What are you looking at? I'm talking about you!"
Downstairs at histor headquarters, several security guards stopped Han Xiao, who was wearing a tight sports suit.
"You know where this place is, so who are you to break in?!" One of the security guards pointed at Han Xiao with an electric baton.
Histor's headquarters is not open to everyone.
Their big boss is the famous movie star Ning Xueluo, and every day there are countless media and paparazzi trying to get in.
"Put your toys away."
When the security guard pointed an electric baton at him, Han Xiao had an inexplicable smile on his face, and his originally clear eyes began to change slightly.
"You look like a woman, get out of here!" the security guard said impatiently.
Han Xiao ignored the security guards and moved his feet. He bypassed several security guards and walked directly towards the historian headquarters.
"You're fucking deaf!"
"Where did this bastard come from? He's looking for death!"
At that moment, several security guards were furious.
I said something above a few days ago, especially during this period, media and fashion magazines are not allowed in, especially strangers.
Seeing that Han Xiao, who was wearing sportswear, ignored them, one of the security guards raised the electric baton and swung it at Han Xiao.
These security guards also have a system. When dealing with such people, they cannot hit the head. If something happens, they will be to blame. So they just hit them hard on the body.
Swish!
When the electric baton was used, a whistling sound was heard. The force was not small.
Bang!
The next second, the security guard who beat the man was completely stunned.
Han Xiao didn't even turn his head, but lightly pointed his finger backwards, actually blocking the police electric baton.