Chapter 90： Presidents privacy ... (2/2)
But as soon as he finished speaking, he reacted.
What does this young man mean?
He looked at Wang Teng, his eyes vacillated.
Wang Yanan looked at Wang Teng in shock as well, uprooted, did the cousin actually move this thought?
I was followed by a martial artist. If those people knew it, my intestines would probably be regretful, right?
”There are too many people during the day, so act at night.”
It was already more than three in the afternoon, and I could only wait slowly.
Although I really wanted to rescue Wang Shengguo earlier, Wang Teng knew that this matter could not be rushed.
And according to Wang Yanan's statement, since the other party wants Wang Shengguo to top the bag, it is impossible to hurt him.
So don't worry about his personal safety for the time being.
Wang Yanan drove so long and was tired, so he booked a room to rest.
The three had dinner in the evening and waited until 10 o'clock before heading to the headquarters of Tekken Club, where Wang Shengguo had been detained.
Not far from the headquarters of Tekken Club, a black car stopped in the dark, and Wang Teng got out of the car.
”You guys wait for me here, I'll go back as soon as I go.”
He said to Wang Yanan and walked towards the gate of Tie Quan Hui carrying his Tibetan box.
”Manager Wang, is it that Wang Shao broke into it alone to save people?” Some of the men who got up together didn't return.
Looking at Wang Teng's back, I always felt a little bit tigerish.
Does this really work?
The opponent is Tekken. There are more than a dozen high-level martial arts. This young king looks ordinary. How can he deal with those powerful high-level martial arts?
”You look at it!” Although Wang Yanan was also worried, she had an inexplicable sense of pride. This was her cousin.
”What would he do?”
With this question in his heart, Wang Yanan couldn't help but look at the gate of the Iron Fist that was shrouded in the night.
Wang Teng walked to the gate and knocked on the iron gate outside.
”Who?” A wary voice came from inside.
”Delivery!”
Wang Teng's body was hidden in the darkness, said.
”Who are you bluffing, it's so late, what ghosts are delivered! Say, what's your purpose?” The man behind the door was obviously unbelieving.
”Brother, this is what your president wants.”
”President wants? What?” The man was a little suspicious, but still asked.
In case the president really wanted it, he didn't open the door, and the things didn't arrive. Wouldn't he want to find him afterwards?
”Can't say, very private.” Wang Teng said.
”You still want to lie to me, say it quickly, you can't say it, you must be the other faction to engage in our Tekken.” The man sneered.
”Are you sure you want me to say?”
”Say!”
”Okay ~ ~ Since you asked the question in good faith, then I will tell you with mercy, that thing is ... I love a firewood!”
”What?” The man didn't respond for a moment.
”I love a firewood!” Wang Teng shouted.
”I love a piece of firewood ... hiss!” The man seemed to remember something, and suddenly the egg gasped.
The president's hobbies cannot be described!
”Now you know what to worry about, your president's privacy, know too much, it is not good.” Wang Teng said slowly.
”No, brother, listen to me ...” He quickly opened the door and rushed to Wang Teng, anxiously: ”I didn't ask anything just now, you said nothing ...”
”No, you asked, I said it.” Wang Teng said honestly.
”...” The young man who came out of the door suddenly turned blue. MMP, can he still speak well?