Chapter 358
The Surrogate Bride Of The Colonel He
âTo do business with He Jingyan?â The man couldnât understand. After all, they had kidnapped He Jingyanâs wife, and it was impossible to do business with him.
âTo be precise, it should be a deal. Doesnât He Jingyan want to take Xu Yangyi away from us? We will capture Xu Yangyi and ask for a ransom. Anyway, I got half of the money from Gong Cheng already. If I can catch Xu Yangyi, I can make several times the money.â
âHe Jingyan is so worried about his wife that he even goes out of his way to come here, which proves that Xu Yangyi must matter a lot to him.â
âAs long as I have Xu Yangyi in my hand, He Jingyan will pay whatever I ask.â
Duan Feilin smiled at his perfect plan.
âHow much do you think a colonel earns in one year?â Duan Feilin suddenly asked the man.
The man hadnât recovered from the shock, so he was slow in replying.
âWell, Iâm not sure. The colonel of a country should be wealthy, especially He Jingyan, who comes from a dignified family.â
The man analyzed for Duan Feilin and finally got his intention.
âSo, that means that no matter how much I ask for, He Jingyan wonât hesitate to pay it, right?â The smile on Duan Feilinâs face deepened.
However, the man was not excited. He hesitated for a moment before he persuaded Duan Feilin, âBut Brother Xiong has told you not to offend the military. Weâd better listen to him to avoid unnecessary trouble.â
Duan Feilin smirked, âMy father can go nowhere with that idea. So what if He Jingyan is from the military? Money rules. If I canât beat him, I can run away. Can He Jingyan hunt me down to the ends of the earth?â
Duan Feilin scoffed, not listening to the man.
The men wanted to say something, but he gave up. After all, Duan Feilin was the boss now.
Suddenly, someone laughed behind them. âHey, what a nice calculation. Duan Feilin, do you think our colonel is a lame duck like you think?â
As Flying Eagle spoke, he broke the neck of a man who tried to block them. He tossed the man aside and entered the hall leisurely.
Fei Yin, Yan Chengyu and An Yan followed behind him. They cut the throats of the other men quietly.
Dead bodies scattered on the ground, which looked frightening.
âDoes our Colonel look like a lame duck?â
Yan Chengyu shook off the blood on the dagger and smiled at Duan Feilin.
âThe two of you, mind your language.â An Yan frowned. Although they sounded like defending He Jingyan, they sounded disrespectful, so An Yan warned them.
âWhat does it matter? We did not curse the Colonel. We are just discussing.â Flying Eagle spread his hands lazily with an indifferent look.
He looked at Yan Chengyu and asked with a smile, âRight?â
Yan Chengyu pursed his mouth without speaking. He kind of agreed.
An Yan got angry, but he could only warn them with his glares.