The Great Trump Card

After the knife picked up the phone, he looked at McWilliam, a little hesitant in his eyes, but he soon became firm.

McWilliam said calmly: "You are leaving."

"Yes." said the knife. "I'm going to do something for the bad guy."

"Go ahead."

The knife asked: "Don't you stop me?"

"Why should I stop you?" McWilliam asked. "Remember the promise I made when I accepted you as a disciple?"

The knife doesn't speak anymore. For men like them, it's a promise.

He bowed deeply to McWilliam, and then did not go back to prepare anything. He turned and left directly. His footsteps were firm, step by step. McWilliam looked at the back of his outstanding disciple. A little pride and pride appeared.

For McWilliam, he never feared that the knife would be out of his control. What he worried about was that his disciple had nothing to accomplish, and that was his biggest failure, but now it seems that this disciple will definitely become his pride !

In the study room of Zhang Sheng’s villa, Gao Zuo was sitting on a sofa with his body upright and said nothing. Gao Mengchao was sitting on the other sofa beside him, although she had been clamoring for revenge, but she was not that. A person with impulsive personality also knows that this is not the best time, so she must restrain the inner impulse, and when facing Zhang Sheng, she can feel the feeling of oppression that exceeds her expectations.

Zhang Sheng smiled and said, "The tea next to you is getting cold."

"Oh." Gao Mengchao picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then put it down, saying, "Holy Master, I'm afraid I can't do well?"

"It doesn't matter, I know you did well in Tongcheng."

"But I wasn't even the boss of a district at that time. I never had the experience of managing a city. I was afraid that the people would not be convinced."

Zhang Sheng seemed to laugh non-smilingly: "Afraid of the people who are not convinced? If you can't even shock those people, how can you climb to the height you always want to climb in the future?"

In Gao Mengchao's heart, Zhang Sheng's words sounded no problem, but it obviously had other meanings. At least it could be felt in her ears. Zhang Sheng knew what she wanted to do.

Zhang Sheng looked at Gao Zuo at this time. Gao Zuo still had no expression on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Gao Mengchao wanted to look at Gao Zuo at this time, but she knew that if she looked at Gao Zuo at this time, it would be equivalent to her guilty conscience. This was the pressure that Zhang Sheng specifically exerted on her. Some things had to be faced by herself. .

Gao Mengchao quietly calmed down the emotions in his heart, and strongly suppressed the hate deep in his heart, calmly said: "Well, I am willing to accept this challenge."

A smile appeared on Zhang Sheng's face, seeming relieved, and nodded: "You are Gao Zuo's sister, I believe you can do it."

Zhang Sheng looked at Gao Zuo and said, "Gao Zuo, do you think my arrangement is okay?"

Gao Zuo said lightly: "This is your business and has nothing to do with me."

Zhang Sheng smiled, this is a deceit. If he really doesn't care, why should he come with him today? It's clear that he is not at ease in his heart.

Zhang Sheng said: "Since Miss Gao is here today, let's go after eating at home."

"It's still not possible." Gao Mengchao stood up. For her, although she could control the hate in her heart, she couldn't do it by letting her eat with people from Satan.

Gao Mengchao just stood up, and someone knocked at the door, Zhang Sheng said: "Come in!"

A man came in from the outside and said respectfully: "Mr. Gao, Miss Gao, Saint Young. Saint Young, Mr. McWilliam came out of the villa."

"Oh." Zhang Sheng frowned, "I'm not asking you not to monitor?"

The man said: "It was Mr. Mo who made people pay attention in the past."

Zhang Sheng wrinkled his brows and sighed: "Mr. Mo is too cautious to do things, but actually monitoring is not as good as monitoring. How could the dignified Western Sword God be a person who was randomly monitored? Well, since it has already been done, then do it."

Mr. Mo is very important to Zhang Sheng. It is the white paper fan around Zhang Sheng. The white paper fan that can become the overlord of the dignified Western underground world can be seen as extraordinary.

Gao Zuo said: "Holy young man, it is better to hear what happened. If there is no major event, he will not come in such a hurry, and he will mention it."

Zhang Sheng looked at the man and asked, "Speak, come in a hurry, what is the so-called thing?"

"McWilliam's disciple came out of the villa."

"Oh? Who is he?"

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know, because everyone who saw him is already dead."

"Dead?" Zhang Sheng's eyes flashed with fierce light. Although the death of those people was nothing to Zhang Sheng, but the other party killed his own person, is it because he knew that he was under surveillance and was so angry?

Zhang Sheng felt angrily first, and then felt that it should be explained to Dao Shen well.

The man said: "Because the man was found to be tracked, all the people who monitored him were killed, and one was left."

Zhang Sheng exhaled and nodded, "Well, I know, has this matter been reported to Mr. Mo?"

"I……."

The door opened again with a creak, and it seemed that Mr. Moss, who was gentle, had come in from the outside.

Mr. Mo looked at Zhang Sheng with a guilty face: "St. Young, I already know this. I will apologize to McWilliam in a moment. This is something I sent someone to do. I will take it together and kill him. Follow him."

Zhang Sheng stood up suddenly, patted the table, a horrible breath instantly enveloped the entire bookstore, even Gao Zuo's eyes showed a strange light. Zhang Sheng and Wang Tianzong were different. Zhang Sheng has always been good at hiding his inner emotions, no matter what It's always a breeze, and there are very few times when such emotions are released, and even once the emotions are revealed, you don't know whether his emotions are intentionally expressed or true.

Zhang Shengshen said: "Mr. Mo, you are my person. Since it is your order, it is equivalent to my order. Even if McWilliam is angry, let him come to me, why do you want to Take it together, don’t you think I can’t protect the life and death brother who has followed me for years?”

Mr. Mo froze for a moment, his eyes moved, his voice hoarsely said: "Saint Young!"