Chapter 479 (1/2)

Tang Xi didn't come up with a solution even if she broke her head. Now she is like expensive porcelain. French men are inferior tiles. They touch tiles with porcelain. Anyone with a head knows it's not worth doing so.

But yellow hair is different. French men are more horizontal than French men. As the saying goes, horizontal men are afraid of death. For the sake of Miss Tang Er, yellow hair can not even want his own life. This is far beyond the reach of French men.

French man is also not afraid of death, but he is living a happy life and doesn't want to die.

If you don't want to die, you have to exchange negatives!

Photos are no more than other items. As long as you want, you can copy as many copies as you want. How can a despicable person like Shylock not keep more hands for self-defense?

Of course, Huang Mao thought of what he could think of, but Tang Xi couldn't cure him. Huang Mao had some ways to cure him.

Huang Mao not only got all the photos copied by Shylock, but also sent him to the most strictly monitored and terrible psychiatric hospital in China.

The French man had to accept inhuman torture every day in the mental hospital, which made him miserable and unbearable. He committed suicide in the mental hospital.

As soon as he died, Tang Xiyan was instantly alive. There was no need to worry about someone threatening her with those photos.

As for Huang Mao, such an easy-to-use secret weapon, Tang Xiyan certainly wants to do his best to control him in his own hands. Huang Mao is willing to do anything for his goddess.

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Another sleepless night.

Early in the morning, Zhang Mingdi covered his laptop that had been working all night, leaned back on his office chair and closed his eyes.

In the silent study, the man fell into meditation and lived for more than 30 years. He had already trained a rock solid heart. There were few things that could make him so flustered that he couldn't find the southeast and northwest. In his memory, he had such a state in his life and only twice, once when his mother died, and again, when Zhang Bing disappeared.

Two months after Zhang Bing's disappearance, he gathered forces from all sides and tried his best to search, but there was still no news.

Suddenly, his best assistant, Zhu Li, pushed open the study door.

The alert man opened his eyes in an instant, ”what's the matter?”

”Boss, good news, our people just came to report and found your brother's figure in the monitoring!”

Zhang Mingdi immediately stood up from his seat, ”where is it?”

”A small fishing village in the lower reaches of the Yanjiang river.”

”Go!” they quickly stepped out of the study and went straight to the small fishing village in Zhu Li's mouth.

A black Hummer galloped on the road in the morning light. It was about three hours' drive from city a to the small fishing village. Zhang Mingdi sat in the back seat with an ultra-thin laptop on his knee.

He called and ordered his men to transfer the surveillance video that found his brother's trace to his notebook.

There have been several Oolong incidents suspected of Zhang Bing before. Each time, he went with hope and returned disappointed. Emperor Zhang Ming wanted to see the monitoring with his own eyes so that he could have a bottom in his heart.

The disappointment after that hope is too painful.

Rao is the unyielding Zhang Mingdi, and he can't bear such torture.

The surveillance video was successfully transmitted. Zhang Mingdi firmly grasped the laptop on his knee and stared at the picture on the screen. At this moment, even the air felt his tension.

Zhu Li in the co driver's seat also looked back, with a nervous expression on his face.