Ye Cong said, and brought Ye Yuwei to the window. At this moment, the window was blown open, and everyone below had visually poured into the villa.
"The mountain behind is the resort. You leave from here, and then someone will pick you up below and go to the resort. Nalan Chunbo and the others are over there."
Ye Yuwei nodded hurriedly, then looked back at Ye Cong, "What about you?"
"Be a good person." Ye Cong said, signaling Ye Yuwei to leave quickly before the people outside rushed in.
Although Ye Yuwei thought he was going crazy, she knew better that staying here would only cause trouble for them.
Ye Cong watched Ye Yuwei go downstairs, watched as his own man picked up Ye Yuwei, made a gesture to the man, and then turned back.
Ye Yuwei looked up at the empty window, pursed her lips slightly, and followed the man away quickly.
At this moment, in the villa, the people who rushed in were already face to face with Kejier.
Ye Cong leaned against the door and looked at those people. It seemed that there were quite a few people targeting Meteorite No. 13. These were at least three groups of people, all of whom were powerful.
Kejir's escort stopped in front of Kejir, and Kejir was looking at the people who were yelling at him to hand over Meteorite No. 13.
So, did Ding Junchi directly say that Meteorite No. 13 was in his hands this time
Ye Yuwei was right, the real villain was that man.
Kejier seemed to have thought of something and looked aside subconsciously, "Where's Ye?" He was still thinking about Ye Yuwei.
The translator was also looking for Ye Yuwei, and he understood something when he saw Ye Cong.
He just said, how could Mr. Gu put Mrs. Gu in danger.
"Mrs. Gu should be safe now, Mr. Kergill. Maybe Mrs. Gu is right. Meteorite No. 13 can only bring disaster." Mr. Translator said in a low voice.
Mr. Kergill looked at the people in front of him, and when he was about to say something, a light voice suddenly sounded, "Hey, I haven't settled the score yet? How can it be your turn?" The voice fell, and the steel cable fell. Plunging into the wall, she might have landed in the middle of the battle between the two armies from the outside. She turned back with a smile on her face.
Qian Yikun followed behind, acting slowly and leisurely as if he was just watching the fun.
But he didn't expect that Ding Ning could play with the rope so smoothly. He thought there was only one person in the world who could turn the rope into a pistol.
Mo Fei put away his rope, put his hands behind his back, and looked around, "Where is your lackey? He's bored without him."
When Kejir saw Mo Fei, his face turned even darker than his skin color, "Could it be—"
"What do you have here-"
"Shut up, do you have the right to speak when I'm talking?" Mo Fei said, and used his long whip to hit the man with his backhand. Before anyone could see him, the man had already fallen to the ground.
The rope also returned to Mo Fei's wrist, "Do you understand the rules? Which way can I go to see you, Fei Ye, and you still have the right to speak?"
Qian Yikun: "..."
The pace of Qian Yikun's feet was a little faster, and a feeling of uneasiness arose in his heart.
This tone, this demeanor, this whipping technique
Could it be that the blow was so severe? At least the man on the ground was not getting up.
Those people were silent. Mo Fei sneered and looked back at Kejier, "I heard that Mr. Kejier wants to settle a score with me? I'm here, what are you going to do?"