桑拿会所

"Okay, wait till I get there."

"good"
Say that finish two people ended the call.
……
Han Sanqian, the head sanatorium villa, is sitting on the second floor wearing reading glasses and looking at a lot of regimental headquarters information.
Three young people in front of the door stood with their hands behind their backs, and almost never looked away from Korea’s three thousand bodies
"Didi Lingling!"
Suddenly, the bell rang and Han Sanqian calmly put the information and slowly picked up the mobile phone.
Three people did not move quietly looked at him.
"hello?" Korea three thousand sitting in a wheelchair on the words.
A military personnel in the lounge on the first floor wore a listening headset and turned it up.
Han Chufeng said, "Brother, we’re out. Did they take you away?"
Han Sanqian’s face has no unexpected expression. "Are you safe?"
On the first floor, the military personnel wearing headsets were stunned for a long time and then rubbed together.
"We arranged for them to let me give you a message."
"Okay, I know." Han Sanqian hangs up directly.
The floor military personnel shouted pale, "Go to the floor and control Han Sanqian. He knows what’s going on outside!"
Room just hang up the phone bell rang again.
"hello?" Han Sanqian quickly connected.
After a short silence, Coco said, "I’ve done everything for you. Go to hell."
When two people talk, three guards at the door have rushed in.
"pa!"
Han 3,000 took the words in his left hand and took out a handful of extremely sharp ceramic tile fragments from the drawer with his right hand, and instantly pierced his neck with blood. "Don’t come over or my horse will die."
Three people briefly dazed a then ignore Korea three thousand words step forward.
"hey!"
Korea’s three thousand right hand force pierced his neck skin blood instantaneous spewing out sharp ceramic tile fragments have been plunged into his flesh "roll! !”
Three people this stupid lead a man shouted "Korea always you calm down"
Han Sanqian’s neck was bleeding and he ignored the three men. Instead, he asked Coco, "Where’s Xiao … Xiao Yao?"
"area"
"He … can he live?" Korea three thousand sound asked trembling.
"Do you have a choice?" Cocoa rhetorical question
Han San-qian’s mood collapsed when he heard this, but some implored and said, "I … my two nephews are all dead, and your Sichuan government has …"
"They died because you wanted to fight for it." Coco responded calmly.