Franks arrived in front of Xu Changqing and said nervously, "You, what do you want to do? As long as I don't go out a while, people outside will rush in to save us."

"Outside? Are you talking about the two Indian guards outside who were ordered to leave by you? I don't think they will come back for a while." Xu Changqing smiled slightly and said with a serious expression: "I don't want to talk nonsense to you. Either tell me where Chen Yangming lives now? Or I use soul searching to find it directly from your soul, but that will not only bring pain that ordinary people can't bear, but also leave sequelae, such as becoming a fool."

"You can't do this." Franks looked very panicked, sweating on his forehead, and shouted: "I am one of the heirs of the Pijnor family, and the commander of the British fleet in Mumbai and the governor of India. If you hurt me, you will never leave Mumbai."

"It's okay! As long as they don't know, it's fine." Xu Changqing smiled slightly, raised his hand, and drew a Taoist talisman in front of Franks, which looked like he was going to perform some Taoist magic.

"Slow, slow! I say, I say!" Franks saw the Taoist talisman getting closer and closer, and could no longer hold on. He looked at Chen Qingwen with anger and said apologetically: "I'm sorry! Angel, although I like you very much, I like myself more." Then he immediately turned to Xu Changqing and said: "Mr. Chen Yangming lives in Venice, Italy now. "Venice?" Xu Changqing did not show any confidence on his face. He sneered and said: "It's a pity that this is not the answer I want."

After saying that, he activated the Taoist talisman and concentrated the Taoist force on his fingertips. Franks then screamed and fainted immediately, but his body was still standing, and his forehead seemed to be pressed against Xu Changqing's fingers and could not be released. Chen Qingwen looked anxious and wanted to step forward to save Franks, but found that her body could not move again.

"Swiss Hawk Villa." Xu Changqing suddenly said a name, and Chen Qingwen, who was beside him, couldn't help but shock. Franks' body lost its support and fell to the ground.

"Chen Yangming is in Switzerland now, right?" Xu Changqing turned his head and looked at Chen Qingwen's eyes and confirmed again.

Chen Qingwen did not plan to answer Xu Changqing, but stared at Xu Changqing with gritted teeth and said with hissing: "You killed Franks, I will not let you go! You'd better kill me now, otherwise you will regret it!"

"You can hate someone for someone who has no blood relationship, and what about me?" Xu Changqing had already found the answer in Chen Qingwen's eyes. When he heard Chen Qingwen's swearing, he couldn't help but smile a bitter smile on his face, and then said coldly: "Don't worry, this Frenchman is fine. He just fainted from pain. After waking up, there will be no other discomfort except for this memory loss. This guy has a pretty good character. He is actually not afraid of life and death for a father's old friend, and he has a bit of loyalty."

After hearing that Franks was fine, Chen Qingwen breathed a sigh of relief, but soon she became worried about herself. She looked at Xu Changqing and asked in a deep voice: "Where are me? What are you going to deal with me? Will I also lose a memory?"

"You? You don't need to, you will be with me. Finally, you will accompany me to Switzerland to meet Chen Yangming." Xu Changqing did not allow Chen Qingwen to object at all. She held her arm with one hand and walked outward, saying, "In addition, you have an evil curse that I have never seen before. Using force to solve the possible accident, so letting you follow me will only benefit you and not harm you."

Although Chen Qingwen was extremely reluctant and tried to break free from the clamping, a heat flow suddenly came from Xu Changqing's palm, gradually extending to her whole body, not only controlling her words and deeds, but also controlling her expression. When they passed by the entrance of the large wood factory, she was also controlled and took the initiative to order the Indian guards not to approach the sandalwood warehouse.

After the two left the wood factory, Xu Changqing hired a carriage parked at the door of the wood factory and pulled them towards the hotel. When the carriage started, Xu Changqing also let go of the hand that grabbed Chen Qingwen, not afraid of her asking for help. Chen Qingwen rubbed her grasped arm, and had no intention of asking for help. She just pulled out the gun from her waist, silently retreated the empty shell and re-bombed it, but this time it was a kind of silver bullet.

"Since you hate my father so much, why do you want to help me?" Chen Qingwen suddenly asked when she was loading the bullet.

"You said too! I hate your father, not you, why can't I help you?" Xu Changqing sat opposite Shen Qingwen, closed his eyes slightly, hugged his chest with his hands, and said calmly without caring about Chen Qingwen's actions of putting on bullets.

"But I care." Chen Qingwen shook her wrist, loaded the wheel, raised the gun with both hands, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and under the impulse of the explosive force, several silver bullets flew out toward the opposite side.

The bullet brushed through Xu Changqing's ear and hit the wooden board of the carriage behind him. It instantly penetrated and shot into the driver who was driving the carriage. The driver then let out a shrill scream, without caring about the shocking world. In the downtown area, his body instantly expanded, turning into hundreds of vines to tie the entire carriage, and then extended into the carriage, trying to grab Chen Qingwen.

Everyone around was shocked by this scene. Someone shouted, and all the Indians changed from extremely quiet to extremely moving, fleeing everywhere in panic. Only some Hindu monks rushed forward instead of escaping, as if they regarded the tree man as a god. However, the god had just been injured by silver bullets and needed flesh and blood to supplement the loss. The Indian monks who came to the door became fine. Dozens of vines tied these Indian monks. When they dispersed, the Indian monks had turned into several mummies.
Chapter completed!