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Chapter 799: He’s Here (3)

Chapter 799: He’s Here (3)

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Anhao stood in the room and looked at the scene outside the French window. Although this window could directly look out of the villa area, it was very far away. She raised her hand to touch the window and realized that the glass quality of this window was very special.

If this was a place occupied by the American mafia, the windows would be 100% bulletproof. She could not help but raise her hand and knock on the window. She originally wanted to see if there was any obvious difference between the windows, but the maid in the room was frightened. She hurriedly ran over and waved her hands in front of Anhao, telling her not to do anything wrong. Otherwise, the people here would definitely come over.

This maid must have been captured. She seemed to be afraid of them, or perhaps she was just a captive.

Anhao glanced at her and understood her messy English, so she put her hand down.

However, she did not expect Zuo Hancheng to come so quickly.

Anhao was just about to follow the maid and sit on the bed to rest for a while. She had not eaten for the whole day and had even vomited before. Her entire body was uncomfortable. Physical strength was the only way for her to save herself. She could not continue to squander like this.

However, before she could touch the bed, she suddenly heard some movement outside. She turned her eyes to look outside and saw dozens of cars parked outside the villa area. Anhao instantly turned around and walked to the window to look out carefully.

From here, it could be seen that the entire villa area was suddenly surrounded by Zuo Hancheng’s convoy. The black Maybachs seemed to have driven out of hell. They surrounded the villa area very neatly and efficiently, leaving no way for anyone to escape.

This kind of flawless yet deadly method was a spectacular sight that Anhao had never seen before in her life. She even held her breath because of this grand scene.

Anhao stared at the black cars.

She knew that Zuo Hancheng had arrived.

Zuo Hancheng slowly got out of the car, and the door of the passenger seat opened at the same time. She saw the mysterious man she had met in A City three years ago and at the Zuo family’s house. He got out of the car and followed behind Zuo Hancheng. His expression was solemn and cold. It was not difficult to tell that he was one of Zuo Hancheng’s loyal subordinates.

Anhao had long known that these people were not simple, but she had never thought that it would be so complicated. So those people should be the ones J had mentioned?

Those who had sworn to be loyal to him even after Zuo Hancheng left?

Those people who only had code names in front of Zuo Hancheng were his most loyal subordinates.

Seeing the unfamiliar yet familiar Zuo Hancheng appear in her line of sight, Anhao’s gaze froze. However, her vision was suddenly blocked by a figure.

She snapped back to her senses and looked at the man named J.

Just like that, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and blocked her line of sight with the window. However, Zuo Hancheng had clearly seen her. What was the use of him coming over to block her line of sight from Zuo Hancheng?

However, Anhao was still angered by him. No matter how much she had been hurt before, she had never felt so angry.

This J was obviously toying with her!

She looked at his back coldly and was about to turn around to walk to the side when J’s hand seemed to move unintentionally. Anhao suddenly saw the silver pistol in his hand and she immediately glared at him.

J turned around and looked at her through the glass window with a cold smile. His eyes were filled with warning.

He was holding a gun, but she was not sure if Zuo Hancheng had one on him. Even if Zuo Hancheng came prepared, he was in the open and these people were in the dark. Moreover, J had brought many subordinates with him. Moreover, J was once Zuo Hancheng’s man. If Zuo Hancheng was not so wary of him, J might have done something to hurt Zuo Hancheng.

Anhao stood in front of the window and did not walk away because he was blocking her view. She stood in her original position and looked out through the limited visual space on his shoulder. Her gaze fell in Zuo Hancheng’s direction again.

Zuo Hancheng saw the woman’s four eyes on each other. In an instant, Anhao saw the man who had always been gentle and overbearing to her, and his handsome face tightened. It was obvious that he was enduring the raging anger. The darkness was full of haze.

He was wearing a simple black shirt. No matter how casual he was, he would not be like this. A few buttons on the front of his collar were undone, and she could almost see his chest heaving up and down because of the pressure. However, this Zuo Hancheng looked more like the underground lord of Los Angeles that J had described.

Ten years ago, Zuo Cheng was only in his early twenties. As the most proud heir of the Zuo family, he had his own things to do. At that time, he might have been brave, he might have risked his life, or he might have been the last important member of the American mafia.

However, he was still the heir of the Zuo family. At that time, he would listen to his grandfather and stay away from everything related to the underworld. Back then, he was forced by Chengxin and his grandfather to leave the United States in one fell swoop. Presumably, he had gone to China to completely cut off contact with the scourge of the United States.

For so many years, the old man had always thought that Zuo Hancheng would listen to him. After all, he could even let go of the mafia.

Perhaps Zuo Hancheng had always wanted to leave this place, but he had not found a suitable opportunity.

Zuo Hancheng was a person who could earn millions or tens of millions of dollars in cash every minute, but he kept a low profile as if he was just a simple company boss. He had never considered himself as a CEO of a multi-national company. Before she had joked with him about the house, he had not even bothered to buy too many properties.

People like him had a unique wisdom and self-restraint. They had a low-key and peaceful standard of living. They lived a quiet and simple life. Therefore, in the past ten years, he had no contact with these people.

Obviously, they could not do anything to Zuo Hancheng.

However, Anhao still remembered the phone call that Zuo Hancheng had received when she returned to America.

The phone call at that time should not have much to do with Zuo Yue, but it should be related to these people. She remembered Zuo Hancheng’s expression at that time, just like now, dark and cold.

Anhao’s emotions were indescribably complicated as she stared into Zuo Hancheng’s eyes from afar.

J, on the other hand, looked very pleased with himself. He raised his eyebrows and looked in Zuo Hancheng’s direction. Just as Zuo Hancheng was about to walk over, he suddenly raised the gun in his hand and aimed it accurately at Anhao’s forehead.