Chapter 1317: Counseled Steamed Bun Missing 6

Gu Nianshen stopped looking at him, and told the security personnel: "Check the surveillance carefully again, watch it over and over again, and send me the backup."

There is no other exit from the bathroom, since it is not inside, it must have come out.

Song Changlin stood aside and kept silent, looking down at his phone from time to time.

Suddenly, a foreign friend of his walked up to him and gave him a deep wink, "Song."

"What's wrong?"

Song Changlin responded to the friend in a normal tone.

The friend walked up to him, nodded politely to the others, and then whispered to Song Changlin, "Pete is a little unwell, do you want to go and have a look?"

After speaking, he frowned and looked at Song Changlin.

A strange look flashed in Song Changlin's eyes, "Okay."

In response, he turned his head to look at Gu Nianshen and Zhang Jingyu and said, "Call me immediately if you have any news, I'll be over in a while."

After saying hello, he immediately raised his foot and followed the friend to Exit No. 3.

The pace is getting faster and faster.

Gu Nianshen looked at Song Changlin's retreating back, a look of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Jingyu just turned his head to catch it, and also frowned, looking at Song Changlin who had gone away.

...

The black RV was parked at the southeast gate of the stadium. If you look carefully, there are black bodyguards in the dark all around, with eyes like radar, watching all the movements around.

A man in a black shirt and sunglasses arrived at the door of the caravan under the escort of two tall foreign bodyguards.

The two bodyguards were stopped by the bodyguards who came down from the RV.

The man took off his sunglasses, a pair of peach blossom eyes, with the tails of the eyes slightly raised, coquettish and evil.

There was a fearful hostility and a kingly aura exuding from his whole body.

He winked at the two bodyguards. Although the two bodyguards were worried, they still obeyed the order and took a step back.

Immediately afterwards, another middle-aged man in his forties came down from the caravan, with blond hair, light blue eyes, wearing a dark blue suit and a light blue shirt, very formal and decent.

He got out of the car and bowed respectfully to the man in the black shirt, "Mr. C, please get in the car."

The man's lips curved in a cold arc, and he stepped into the car.

As soon as I got in the car, I saw a blond foreign man sitting in front of the water bar. He was about the same age and height as him, but he was a little fatter.

Holding a glass of red wine in his hand, seeing Mr. C coming, he put down his glass and warmly greeted him, "C, we meet again."

He opened his arms for a hug.

C took a step to the side and dodged.

Then he sat down directly behind him, leaned back lazily, and crossed his legs.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he looked at the blond man who was smiling at him, "Peter, your methods are so despicable that I would lose my value just by looking at you."

Pete was ridiculed, not only did not get angry, but also smiled complacently, "The means are just the process, the result is very important."

He shrugged, went back to the water bar, poured a glass of wine himself, walked up to C, and handed it to him.

C didn't reach out to take it, but looked up at Pete with disgust, "Do you think you can do anything to me if you catch a girl?"

"You see, don't you come to see me?" Pete smiled smugly and wildly, "I didn't even see your face before."

He put the wine glass directly on the armrest next to C.

Then he held the wine himself, looked at C and said while drinking: "Your bodyguard is so powerful, personal protection."