Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

The voice that had been engraved deep into the memory suddenly came from not far away, Lu Xinyue was stunned for a while, and instinctively looked in the direction of the voice.

It's not who Shen Jiannan is.

Although now his body and face are covered with mud and water, and there is a big hole in his trousers, he looks very embarrassed if he is no longer as handsome as usual.

"Jiannan!"

Lu Xinyue stood up from the ground all of a sudden, and threw herself into the arms of Shen Jiannan who was walking over. As the two of them made physical contact, the heat coming through the tattered shirt was so real and powerful.

It's not really an illusion.

The feeling of being lost and found again made Lu Xinyue smile involuntarily, but with a smile, tears continued to flow down her eyelids like broken beads. The desperation and fear not long ago made her hug Shen Jiannan's back tightly, and she was unwilling to let go. She could no longer bear the helplessness and nowhere to feel at ease.

"You bastard scares me. I hate you."

"Do you know that I can't live without you?"

"Smelly rascal, speak up."

"Wooooooh."

Being so close to Lu Xinyue, Shen Jiannan couldn't feel the fear and helplessness that existed in her heart, that trembling body already explained everything. But at this time, it was superfluous to say anything, Shen Jiannan could only slap Lu Xinyue continuously, and let her keep hammering on his back with her fist.

Finally, Lu Xinyue vented all the excitement in her heart, her body limp and fell into Shen Jiannan's chest without any strength anymore.

"Jiannan, I knew you would be fine!"

"With you waiting for me at home, how can I be willing to have something to do."

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No one answered.

Lu Xinyue's face turned pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and she was already semi-conscious. If Shen Jiannan hadn't been holding her, she might have slipped to the ground.

To a woman, receiving the news of the death of the Jiannan ship was no different from the sky falling. That kind of mental breakdown was simply unbearable, and she was drenched in the heavy rain for a long time. The mind and body reached their limits in an instant.

At this moment, Masako Shinkawa ran out of the living room. Her fair and delicate eyelids were already red and swollen, and her eyes that should have been cold were full of excitement. No words came out.

For Japanese women, men are the rulers of everything, and Masako Shinkawa's background is unfortunate, and she tasted the feeling of being thrown into hell by the world early on. It was not until she met Shen Jiannan that she realized that a woman can also live like this happiness.

From Japan to Hong Kong, from Hong Kong to the mainland, there is no beating and abuse, no high-ranking insults, and the ubiquitous tenderness and care have made Shen Jiannan her only one.

In other words, Shen Jiannan is her only world.

Receiving the news of Jiannan Hao's death, for Masako Shinkawa, it was no different from the collapse of the world, even though she had already seen through the world, how could she remain calm in the collapse of the spiritual world.

Before that, she had already made preparations. If Shen Jiannan was really gone, then it would be meaningless for her to live.

For a woman like her to stay in the world, apart from being bullied, there will be no second result at all.

She is Shen Jiannan's woman, even though Shen Jiannan never said this, she will not let her beautiful years be polluted by the unpredictable dirty world.

Fortunately.

The world didn't really collapse.

Shen Jiannan is back.

Finally, Masako Shinkawa calmed down.

"Master, it's raining heavily outside, Master Xinyue is not in good health"

The choking voice made Shen Jiannan feel an unprecedented softness in his heart. He is not blind, how could he not see the throbbing in Xinchuan Masako's heart, and how could he not know that this poor woman has long regarded herself as the only one. world.

Patting Xin Chuan Masako's thin back, Shen Jiannan hugged Lu Xinyue up.

"Masako. Let's go, let's go home!"

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In an abandoned warehouse in Victoria Harbour, seven or eight men and women huddled together, shivering under the dim light.

In front of them, Nan Akhmetov stared at them with cold eyes, like a poisonous snake that chooses to eat someone.

The former second lieutenant of the KGB Special Forces had nothing but an urge to kill other than fear.

It's not that he was afraid that he almost died on the plane. As an agent, he already had the despair of facing death at any time. What he was afraid of was that Shen Jiannan died but he himself did not die.

The last thing I was afraid of was that an enemy had infiltrated into my side, but I didn't know it.

He was ordered by Qina Kanowski to protect Shen Jiannan. If something happened to Shen Jiannan, then if he was still alive, he would face the cruelest hell.

His family members will become suspects of collaborating with the enemy, and his parents, children, brothers and sisters may all face severe investigations by the National Security Commission.

That kind of investigation is definitely not what people are willing to bear.

What's more, Shen Jiannan is also very kind to him. Polar bears are at their worst now. Every winter, many people freeze to death in the house or on the street because they can't get food, warm wine and resources.

If Shen Jiannan hadn't given him a generous salary, his family would probably have faced the same hardships of life or endured hunger and cold. How could they live in a large and comfortable house in Leningrad like they do now.

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The violent wind and rain were blowing against the iron roof of the warehouse, and the dense raindrops made the surroundings feel suffocating and oppressive. Under the dim light, Nan Akhmetov stood up from an old chair and walked step by step. In front of several flight attendants.

The terrifying aura and the black muzzle of the surrounding guns made the eyes of the few people huddled together on the ground flicker with panic and uneasiness. Everyone could feel the wanton and depressing nature of Nan Akhmetov brutal murder.

The few people kept retreating, but the warehouse was so big, so where could they go? They could only watch Nan Akhmetov approaching, trembling in fear.

"Hi everyone. Let me introduce myself first. Before becoming the boss's personal bodyguard, I served in the KGB for sixteen years."

With Shen Jiannan's order, Nan Akhmetov did not want to use torture against his will, and said in a flat tone. But for several ex-Soviet flight attendants, his words are undoubtedly the voice of hell demons.

On the spot, a female flight attendant was so frightened that she cried.

"What the hell happened and why was this done to us? We really don't know anything."

Nan Akhmetov didn't respond to this, but just spit out a few words coldly.

"Markle. Separate them. I want to know the definite result before dawn tomorrow."

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Kowloon District.

A black Crown sedan was driving rapidly on Prince Edward West Road. With the wheels running wildly, the accumulated water on the road was splashed more than ten meters away.

Fortunately, it was already night and the typhoon was approaching, so there were no pedestrians on the road, otherwise someone would definitely scold the driver for his lack of public morality.

"Delong New City? Okay, I understand. No, I have to deal with this matter myself."