Master's Beautiful And Confident Wife

Tang Soong was about to faint from the smell of gunpowder in the air.    

He silently dug into the wall, speechless. Why did he feel like he was unnecessary? This was clearly his shop!    

Finally, when Tang Soong was about to die, Mu Shinian said, "I'm going to get busy."    

With that, she went to the bathroom. Not long after, she had changed back into her clothes and washed her face. She went to the cashier and sat down.    

Bo Qian looked at the sports car that had been repaired. The coldness in his eyes was enough to flip the shop over.    

After a while, he sat in the car and started the car to leave.    

Tang Soong heaved a sigh of relief and knocked on the cash register.    

Mu Shinian looked up from a magazine and looked at him in confusion.    

Tang Soong coughed and pointed outside the door. He said meaningfully, "Remember to stay away from him when you see him like this in the future."    

"What does he look like?" Mu Shinian frowned in confusion.    

Tang Soong shrugged and leaned against the cashier counter. He sighed with difficulty. "If I'm not wrong, he and his father must have had another fight. Every time at this time, it was when he was in the worst mood. Anyway, just stay away from him. "    

Mu Shinian was even more baffled.    

She had already hid so far away, what else could she do?    

Tang Soong sighed and picked up a cup of tea. He looked at the vast road and muttered to himself, "Someone is going to hit the gun again."    

...    

Late at night.    

Bo Qian was sitting in the ruins of the city. His black shirt was fluttering in the wind. He had one of his legs bent and his long fingers were on top of it. A few drops of blood were dripping down from his fingertips.    

His expression was very light. It was so light that it was even whiter than the dim moonlight.    

In front of him, there was a row of people kneeling. Looking closely, they were all wearing the same water blue ordinary work clothes.    

And not far away, the factory could still produce a few more booming sounds.    

These were all undercover agents, undercover agents hiding in his base.    

Bo Qian lit a cigarette and bit on it. After the massacre just now, the killing intent on his body had not completely dissipated yet.    

A thin layer of disgust rose, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.    

"Still not saying?"    

The people kneeling below all had ashen faces, but none of them spoke.    

Bo Qian flicked the cigarette butt lightly, his face full of praise. "Very good."    

These two words were like the sound of a horn that would take one's life.    

Someone started to get restless. He sneered and said, "We didn't expect that the famous trash of Bo family would be so good at hiding! Everyone wanted to find out who was the mastermind behind the Dark Shadow, but who would have thought? He's actually such a famous figure!"    

The Dark Shadow organization was too powerful.    

It was so powerful that even if all the other organizations in the underworld joined hands, they still wouldn't be able to get rid of it.    

Over the years, many people did not hesitate to spend a lot of money and energy to find the leader of the Dark Shadow organization.    

However, after so many years, they still got nothing!    

If they did not see it with their own eyes, they would not dare to believe that the decisive and mysterious leader of the Dark Shadow was actually Bo Qian, this well-known trash!    

Everyone was fooled by this man!    

The cold wind whistled, blowing his short hair. Bo Qian's face was hidden in his black hair, so deep that no one could see through it.    

After the cigarette was burnt, he smiled and muttered, "Trash... Indeed."    

"Cut the crap. If you want to kill me, then kill me!" The man straightened his neck and panted heavily as he stared at him sinisterly.    

Bo Qian wiped the blood off his fingertip. Through that red dot, he seemed to see a mourning voice coming from the distant western sky. "I'll kill you and dirty my hands."    

"If I don't kill you, I won't be happy either. So, what should I do?"