The midnight bell came from far away from the bell tower, and the second half of the night in Queenstown was even more dry and sticky. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Griffith solved the trouble in the courtyard, threw down his short knife, and walked a few steps towards the courtyard.

A cold wind blew in his face, brushing his face and blowing his tips. The Great Demon took a deep breath, slowed down, and then turned in another direction.

"Naughty guy."

Before the big demon's words fell, in the dark side warehouse in the factory, two headlights lit up in vain, like rays, shooting into the courtyard.

The roar of the engine followed, and a pitch-black car stepped on the accelerator like a frantic bullfight, and 'boomed' towards Griffith.

There were two people in the black car, one was the driver with the middle part, who was driving. The other is a middle-aged man sitting in the back seat, holding a cane of red jujube wood in his hand, and even at this time, the expression on his face still looks majestic and calm.

There was a roar, and Griffith took a step to the left, and the car, which was too fast to steer freely, rumbled along the edge of the demon's lower abdomen. In that momentary shot, people inside and outside the car can even clearly see each other's expressions and line of sight.

Failing to kill Griffith, the driver stepped on the accelerator, slowed down, and then accelerated in vain towards the gate - as if it were an attempt to escape.

The demon pouted and walked around the backyard, then leaned down and pulled out a pistol from the hands of a man in black who had been lost. He removed the magazine and looked at it, and there were still three bullets.

Griffith put the guns together again satisfied, and he squinted his eyes and aimed left and right for a long time.

At this time, the car had already rushed out of the iron gate, about twenty meters away, far away from Griffith, and the driver probably saw that the inhuman means of the big demon before were still trying to twist the body to prevent Griffith from locking into the car.

But the gunshot rang out anyway, and Griffith blew the muzzle of the gun with black smoke, made two fancy turns on his index finger, and switched to his left hand.

The car carrying the Godfather of Queenstown seemed to be sluggish for a few tenths of a second after the gunshots rang out, and then it staggered and swerved in an almost 'S' curve, sliding sideways and crashing into the fence on the side of the road.

A huge amount of steam evaporated from the front of the car, and the engine split and spun several times before finally turning off unwillingly.

It wasn't until now, when I saw my eyes back, that I could find that the man who was the driver in the middle had died before the car crashed into the wall.

There was a hole the size of an index finger between his eyebrows, which had been shot through the skull behind him, and flesh, blackened bones, and semi-solid brains could be faintly visible.

Not far away, Griffith had already walked over, and Steve had opened the door from the back seat of the car, still holding his cane, and even at this time, he still looked quite dignified and composed.

"What do you need, young man."

He spoke first, his hands on his head on crutches, and his voice was not loud, but it gave the impression of a sense of dominance or calmness.

However, he was greeted by a brass bullet that pierced the godfather's chest and went to the heart.

Griffiths was late with the gun, he looked at the barrel, then at Steve, who was already sitting on the ground with an unwilling face, and rewarded him with another shot.

"You can't give me what I want, uncle......"

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Once he was done with the matter, Griffith finally began to walk towards the room where Fincil was being held.

The woman was pretty good, beaten and threatened, and didn't divulge any information about Griffith, the 'life-saver' Griffith, though she didn't know much, and the only thing she knew was told in a panic by Tork Ferron.

The half-naked bronze-colored man in the room fled as Griffith pursued Steve. The window of the side room was still open, apparently the traces left by the man who fled too quickly.

The woman had been put down, and her expression was still a little sluggish.

Griffith stepped forward to untie her hand, but the woman subconsciously took a step back and dodged it.

Realizing that his behavior was rude, Fenciel's face flushed and looked a little embarrassed, and he tried to explain, as if his mouth was saying 'Mr. Griffith, I, I'm ......', and then the big demon shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter.

This kind of thing is nothing to the big demon, but it is reasonable, where will there be a woman who is not afraid of a murderer at all.

"Pack up your things, I'll drive you to Fancheng Airport."

As Griffith spoke, he examined the entire factory for any missing information, and when he was sure that it was complete, he drove away from Queenstown in a wolf car.

That night the woman experienced the greatest turning point in her life, she was frightened for a long time, threatened and beaten, and as soon as the environment stabilized, Fenciel fell asleep in the carriage.

The car was speeding down the narrow road with its high beams on, and Griffith didn't turn on the radio, so the only sound in the car was the sound of tires hitting the road and the car's own shock absorption.

He drove all the way down until the car drove some distance away from Queenstown before Griffith stopped the car and rolled down the window.

He looked through the crack in the car window at the lights on the highway not far away. The woman in the seat next to her, who was already asleep, may have felt the cold wafting in through the crack in the falling skylight, and 'mumped', frowning in her sleep, and turning over.

Griffith rolled up the window, thought about it, and took off his coat and draped it over the woman.

After this incident, Fincier's life in Queenstown was completely shattered. The girl was an ordinary person, and for whatever reason, she had a deep grudge against the wolf.

Griffith was going to move her to the Washington area, which was a little behind, but relatively safe compared to Queenstown.

The Great Demon was planning to arrange a future for Fencher, but in fact, Ms. Fenna, that is, Fencher's mother, paid a big price and asked her daughter to have a prosperous life, and the Great Demon agreed.

He tilted his head to look at the sleeping woman, her face still maintained a lonely nervousness and dazed in her sleep, and the big demon's expression softened. He brushed the woman's hair with the little finger of his right hand, revealing the whole delicate side face, and he actually admired the woman in front of him.

The night passed quickly.

Griffith took Feincil and abandoned the car, walked a little along the way, took a taxi, went to Fancheng Airport, and then traveled all the way, changed to several routes, and finally settled Feincil in South Korea.

In the following time, Griffith accompanied Fenciel to apply for some documents, and used the money in the black card to buy a villa, and by the way, hired two servants and some security.

Because of the fact that there was a flight delay in the middle of the road before, Griffith simply took the initiative this time and put everything in order before flying back to Queenstown.

Of course, this series of fast-paced changes made it difficult for Fenciel to get used to, and she stood by and watched Griffith finish everything.

Griffith didn't explain to her the woman's dazedness and restraint, it was useless to talk about such things, and after a long time, she would get used to it.

When the Great Demon flew back to Queenstown, Fenciel actually made some attempts to keep it. Her current psychological state is a bit contradictory, on the one hand, she is afraid of the 'Killer Demon King', and on the other hand, she has an inexplicable attachment.

She didn't know why the other party would invest so much in her - houses, cars, money, and he even killed many people for himself, and of course offended the gangsters in Queenstown. Fenciel thought about it and came to the conclusion that it probably only revolved around the other party's interest in her body, but for a woman like her, her body is actually worthless.

Griffith had said that someone had paid for it, but who would believe this kind of argument could probably only be used to deceive some children.

Before leaving, the woman wanted to speak and stopped, holding the corner of her clothes in her hands, bowing her head and reluctant to speak.

Griffith didn't know what Fincil wanted, a girl was unaccompanied in a foreign land, and she was saved and warmed by someone, and it was very common for her to be in love at the beginning.

But the big demon is indifferent, almost ruthless, and he walks simply.

Of course, when he boarded the plane, Griffith still left a phone number to contact him during the emergency.

This phone is a special line opened by the big demon, and in order to be quiet, he also told Fencier not to call when she has nothing to do.

And for a person as strict and ruthless as Griffith, the reason why he left his phone number for Fincil was also because of the contract. Because in the contract he signed with Lady Fena, Griffith was asked to protect Fincier for the rest of his life.

Being bullied or killed in the middle of the process is certainly not a lifetime of glory. This time, the big demon charged a little more, and the battle line was longer, so he had to take care of the woman's life.

However, the life of the big demon is long, and the short life of human beings is just a white horse, and it is not a big deal.

After leaving South Korea by plane, Griffith returned to Queenstown. This time, he didn't have an urgent task in his hands, but he didn't know when it would come, so that the big demon could not return to Shangdao with peace of mind, for fear that the Ji family brothers and sisters would be affected by unjustified disasters.

However, this wait did not last long, and it was not long before the woman of fate appeared in his life in a completely unimaginable manner.