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Chapter 63

Feng Yu's eyes were sharp when he heard this. He glanced at Mo Yan and stood up and walked towards the bedroom. In a moment, he disappeared from the hangover.

After a while, Feng Yu sat in the car and closed his eyes and rested, and the luxury car drove towards the club quickly.

At the door of the club, the manager with a nervous look on his face saw Feng Yu, immediately greeted him and nodded and said, "Mr. Feng, you are here..."

"Where is the person?" Feng Yu interrupted him coldly, not even looking away, but scared the manager to sweat.

"It's still... still in the room, waiting for President Feng to decide."

An Zhongjie is a special existence in the club. He is both the same as others and has different features.

Because Feng Yu issued an order, he could play, but nothing happened.

Nowadays, people are injured like that under their noses, and the manager feels trembling even if he thinks about it.

Feng Yu heard a little unusual from his words, but he did not ask, but walked towards An Zhongjie's room with his long legs.

At this time, An Lan did not know that the enemy she had in her fate was close to her.

She and Zuo Jing were careful and avoided the camera and came to the floor where An Zhongjie was.

"Jingjing, that's the room." Seeing her brother approaching her, An Lan couldn't hide her joy in her words.

Zuo Jing nodded, and the two walked towards the room lightly. An Zhongjie's room was in the third room at the corner of the corridor. An Lan couldn't wait to walk over, but he heard a familiar name in his ear.

"Mr. Feng, please come here."

Mr. Feng?

In addition to Feng Yu, this city naturally has Feng's surname.

But when An Lan heard this title, she thought of Feng Yu.

The calm footsteps sounded from far to near, step by step as if stepping on her heart.

An Lan had almost no time to think, so she suddenly opened the room opposite An Zhongjie and pulled Zuo Jing into it.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the room, a familiar figure appeared around the corner. The cold face was expressionless and the cold air was emitting the cold air that no one could approach the stranger. He pursed his lips and stood at An Zhongjie's door without saying a word. The people beside him cleverly helped him open the door.

There was a small gap left in An Lan's door. She leaned against the door and looked out, but she could only see Feng Yu's back and could not see the scene inside.

However, after hearing my brother's dying and hoarse voice, my heart suddenly trembled.

"Feng Yu, you murderer, I want to... kill you to avenge Lan Lan!" An Zhongjie lay in a mess on the ground, covered in scars and blood, especially his body without covering his clothes, which made people gasp.

Feng Yu didn't care about his threat, but after seeing An Zhongjie's broken hands and his terrible appearance, his thick eyebrows frowned deeply and asked, "What's going on?"

The manager stood up tremblingly, lowered his head slightly and said, "President Feng calmed down, this... I, I ordered my subordinates to take care of it, but I didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, he came back from vacation and heard his subordinates say that An Zhongjie was tortured like this!
Chapter completed!
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