Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Chapter 71 You Are My Only Weakness (5) (Gageng)

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The figure in the dark watched him tearing up like this with interest,

The flesh and blood are like rags, torn and self-mutilated,

The crucified man, so emotional that he frantically threw out his intestines.

The dark red blood stained the entire cold concrete floor, and the oppressive atmosphere in the air was like a devil's grin, forcing him to crazily tear himself apart.

at last,

The man finally swallowed his breath.

at death,

He still had red eyes, staring at the person who couldn't see clearly in the dark,

There are countless pains and fears in the pupils.

It seemed that death was his best relief.

"Pa-ta-ba-ta-"

Blood dripped down, warming the icy air a bit.

The person in the dark is still playing with the gun in his hand slowly, sighing long and softly in the thick and heavy tone,

"After playing for a few days, I died."

"Tsk...it's a pity..."

He seemed a little uninterested.

He raised his gun and gestured casually.

"boom--"

Hit the bullseye.

for a moment,

Dead people, brains splattered.

The milky white sticky substance splashed on the blood on the ground, like a bowl of bloody tofu brain, still steaming faintly.

The people in the dark seem to be satisfied with this scene.

The handle of the gun was retracted, quietly admiring.

Soon,

"Da da da--"

With the sound of footsteps, they left.

underground,

A mess and cruelty.

...

...

"Master."

The bodyguard guarding the door immediately bowed down.

"Go clean it up, don't stink."

The man straightened his suit, his tone indifferent.

"Yes." The bodyguard replied.

In the huge manor,

The warm sun shines on this vast land, illuminating everything.

A tall man with deep browbones and a handsome face, with the dignity and elegance of a mysterious western aristocrat, but incomparably cold.

He was wearing a neat suit, with a delicate and expensive watch on his snow-white wrist bones,

His eyes were dark, his slender lips curved slightly in a cold arc, his tone was soft,

"The next person to betray...will be, who will it be?"

He raised his eyes and looked at the manor,

The dark and cold phoenix eyes are as cold as the night,

Indifferent and heartless man, slowly put the pistol away.

next second,

With cold white finger bones, he twisted a cigarette, held it in his mouth, turned on the lighter, and lit it.

Faint white smoke exhaled,

The man's indifferent and unruly eyes looked like a bloodthirsty beast, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body.

He leaned against the wall and took two breaths.

Soon, he turned and left.

Not long after,

A low-key black car slowly drove away from the manor.

in the car,

A middle-aged man, leaning on crutches, handed him the document in his hand.

"Patriarch, the blood diamond, the Black Hand gang agreed to 300 million."

With a cigarette in his mouth, the man glanced lightly.

He was leaning on the soft cushion, his slender legs raised up casually, his deep voice was lazy,

"It was 300 million before, but now..."

"I want 600 million."

People who are gangsters are best at... sitting on the ground and raising prices.

He was already impatient because the other party had tortured him for nearly a month because of a mere 300 million.

As for the price...

If you are in a bad mood, naturally, you will be high.

The man twisted the cigarette end and lit some ash on the ashtray.

The posture is lazily lowered, loose, and reveals danger all the time.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, Patriarch."

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