Outright Favoritism Chapter 180: : Shang Yu is out of control

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Li Qiao sat in the cabin, took off the earphones and looked at the dark valley, curled his eyebrows and walked out of the cabin.

The right to use the entire Nanyang Mountain is in Shang Yu's hands, so...what is it for?

Such a large valley with no end in sight, dark and windless, but empty and infiltrating.

Within three minutes before and after, the muffled thunder billowed, whispering intensively fell, and instantly wet their shoulders.

No one was holding an umbrella, and Li Qiao didn't say anything.

The ground is suddenly bright, and the bright searchlight suddenly shines from the height of the valley, and it also shines the dark valley as bright as day.

Li Qiao squinted uncomfortably and took a closer look--

In the front view, there is a square table and a round chair. Shang Yu sits on it with his legs folded, his arms are placed on the edge of the table, and he has a gun in his hand.

The golden and cold body was shining with broken light, and plain white added a bit of coldness to this dark night.

That is... the same desert eagle as her.

Behind the man, there are Mochizuki and Falling Rain with a solemn expression on their backs.

Looking further to the left, a few meters away from the square table, two rows of bodyguards stood still like a rainbow.

Weird valley, weird scene.

What puzzled Li Qiao was the expression of Shang Yu at the moment.

I have known him for so long, and I have never seen him so evil and evil.

The gun was stroked by his slender fingers. It was a very ordinary action, but it was murderous.

Li Qiao twisted her eyebrows almost imperceptibly, and stepped across the slippery lawn. After just two steps, the man opened his lips slowly, "Stop."

Li Qiao can't move anymore, "Yan Ye?"

At this time, the rain kept falling, and Li Qiao's hair and shoulders were all wet.

Shangyu is the same, and everyone is the same.

A gust of night wind whizzed past, chaosing the rain, and making the valley even more terrifying.

Li Qiao blinked and looked at the place where the wind was blowing, only to realize that not far behind Shang Yu, an iron gate embedded in the mountain was slowly opening.

The passage inside the iron gate was not bottomed, and two men were led out by four bodyguards.

In that passage, two rows of dimly lit lights were reflected on both sides, which looked like abandoned air-raid shelters.

At this time, the two men who were brought out hobbled to Shang Yu.

One of them shivered and knelt on the ground, "Master Yan, you spare my life, I am wrong, really... wrong."

Li Qiao blinked, her eyes darkened.

She remembered him, the same man who knelt in front of him and begged for mercy when she first met with Shang Yu at the Royal Hotel.

Also... the murderer who killed Qingyu.

Li Qiao curled up her fingertips on her side, her eyelashes drenched in the rain blurred her vision.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger.

She stood a few meters away from Shang Yu, looking at him with cold eyes, with a bad premonition in her heart.

This is Nanyang, even in his territory, we can't mess around.

Li Qiao pressed the corners of her lips tightly, staring at the gun in his hand for an instant, and after calming down, she stepped forward.

However, only after taking a step, Shang Yu looked at her quietly, raising his arms very slowly, and pressing his muzzle impartially against the man's forehead.

All around, there was dead silence, only the sound of a rain curtain falling.

The man kneeling on the ground, his face full of fear, was shaking more and more violently, panting heavily, trying to call for help, but it was as if he was strangling his throat and unable to speak.

Shang Yu's eyes congealed, his index finger gently squeezed the trigger, and Li Qiaoxie's lips were curled: "Are you afraid?"

He's out of control!