Old Flears was carrying a bloody wooden stick in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and he commanded, "Go and see who it is, and tell him that I have slept, and that I will talk about it tomorrow!"

The butler answered and left the warehouse, and the moment he closed the warehouse door, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and the gloomy and oppressive feeling in his heart was dispelled a lot. Old Flair inside made him feel stranger than he had ever felt before, and it was hard for him to imagine how the old man, who was full of gentlemanly manners, could do such a terrible and vicious thing, as if a demon had possessed him. At that moment, he couldn't bear to continue watching, but he couldn't go, he could only close his eyes and pray that time would pass sooner.

He looked back at the temporarily silent warehouse, knowing that when he went in again, hell would reappear on earth.

Poor man, wretched man!

He shook his head, threw out some undeserved thoughts, and quickly walked to the gate of the villa, looking at the three unfamiliar figures outside the gate, he still politely asked each other's names. He was stunned for a moment when he heard that the young man in the lead was the famous Mr. 350,000, for he had never heard of any connection between the Folles and Durin and Dürin.

"Sorry, the host is already resting, if you have anything please come tomorrow morning. You should know that the owner is old and has just lost his beloved son and has not closed his eyes for a long time, so I hope you can understand. The butler apologized apologetically, but it was clear that Durin had no intention of leaving.

It was because the butler said this that Dührin was even more sure that old Flears was in the manor, and that the couple was in it. He took out a folded envelope from his pocket and raised it, "Please help me pass this envelope to Mr. Flears, it contains something very important, he must open it himself." ”

When the butler stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take the envelope from Durin's hand through the iron door, Doolin suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled it hard. The butler was dragged to the iron door, and the muzzle of a gun was pressed against his chin. His face immediately turned pale, and his long-term experience of working in a rich family made him not completely flustered, "Mr. Dulin, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you think I mean?", Dulin was searching the butler's pocket as he spoke, and soon found a bunch of keys from it, and Durin glanced at it, there were more than twenty, "Now I mean which key to the door is?"

The butler hesitated for a few seconds and closed his eyes, "You're not Mr. Durin, the blue one!"

In the steward's opinion, no rich man would do such a thing, no matter how dirty and despicable they are in their hearts, they must show a demeanor in front of others that is in line with their status. For example, old Flears in the warehouse, no matter how much he hated those two people, he never thought of going to the door to kidnap them himself. He just spent the money, found someone, and sat in the warehouse waiting for the guys to send them over.

So he didn't think the guy in front of him was Durin, but the muzzle of the gun was on his chin, and his skull would fly out as soon as the other person moved his finger. He is the butler of the Fleurs father and son, and has been in this villa for more than twenty years, and he has a deep affection for this place and for the Flers family who live here. But no matter how deep his feelings are, they are not as important as his life.

Dover took the blue key and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it, and the iron door slowly shrank towards the track in the wall to one side, and Durin let go of his hand, but the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the butler. The butler was also very aware of the current affairs and did not make any misleading movements, he raised his hands and took a step back, quietly watching the men swagger in through the gate.

The villas of these rich people seem to have no defenses, and the walls that are only one person high or even less than one person high can be easily climbed over, but in fact, in order to protect their lives, almost all of these rich people have some special things arranged on the walls of their villas. From the simplest hunting traps, to slightly more advanced alarm devices, anyone who dares to climb directly over the fence will have a feeling of regret creeping in the way.

Durin didn't want to alarm too many people, so finding a way to enter through the main entrance was the best option.

After entering the gate and reclosing the iron door, Durin put away his pistol, "Now please tell me where Mr. Foulers is, I hope he is not sleeping." I don't like people disturbing my sleep, so I don't like to disturb others' sleep, please don't let me be someone I don't even like myself. ”

The butler, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, silently pointed to the gardener's warehouse in the distance, and then did not get the words he wanted to hear from Durin's mouth.

On the way to the gardener's warehouse, the group of four people also encountered the bodyguards who were in charge of patrolling and guarding in the middle of the night, and they just glanced at the four people and withdrew their gaze, because they were led by the housekeeper, so they didn't need to worry about these people being illegal trespassers. And they also knew what Old Flears was doing, and perhaps these people were the other people that Old Flears had brought back.

Walking outside the warehouse without any surprise, the butler knocked on the door, then opened the small door and walked in. Old Flears was sitting in a chair, smoking cigarettes in front of the couple. Although revenge is very relieving, his age and physical condition do not allow him to engage in such work for a long time, and the rising blood pressure makes him a little dizzy, and he needs to take a break.

"Who is it all sent by?", he asked without looking back, the woman was dying in the couple he was facing, but the man was unharmed, he chuckled and applauded, "As soon as you name that person, I will immediately send your wife to the hospital for the best treatment." Actually, I doubt that you are in love with your wife, and you have seen her so tortured and treated without saying a word, do you wish to kill her by my hand, so that you may be with your little lover forever?"

The fingers of the woman's two hands had been cut off by old Flears, and there were still a few cuts on her head that were slowly spilling thick blood, and what was even more terrifying was her lower body, and the blood continued to flow down an exposed stick. She was already so angry that she only had her last breath left. There is no need to even do anything to her, just wait a while and she will die.

Old Flas vented his anger fiercely, and at the same time felt a fear that made his hairs stand on end. What kind of person can make them reluctant to say a word in the face of death? It was only at this moment that he regretted not letting the housekeeper directly give the couple 5,000 yuan, and regretted that he had to let little Flers "exercise" it, and as a result, it was because of the 3,000 yuan that he withheld that things would become what they are today.

The cigarette in his hand was already a little hot, and he took the last puff and stood up, and was about to give the woman the final blow when a voice sounded in his ears.

"Your good spirits, Mr. Flers, your butler says you've slept, but I always think that a figure like you shouldn't go to bed so early. Look, I guessed it!"

Old Flears turned around sharply, looked at Durin standing in the warehouse, and his face suddenly became gloomy. He glanced coldly at the butler, who was bowing his head and turning a deaf ear, and immediately realized what was happening.

He snorted and looked at Durin carefully, he knew Durin, but as if today was the first time the two met, he was full of strangeness to this young man, "You did it?", he asked, and then said to himself: "It must be that you are right, only you will care about the direction of this matter, are you here to kill them?", he means that Durin wants to kill the two before they say the main messenger behind the scenes," I won't have to do anything with you, I'll get rid of them soon, and then we'll talk about my son. ”

Durin laughed a little awkwardly, and he turned his head and asked Dufo, "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Dufo shrugged, "Who knows!"

They both laughed, much to old Fleur's confusion, but before he could say anything more, Dover suddenly lunged at him and punched him in the face.

How could old Flès, who had always enjoyed a privileged living environment, be treated like this? This punch knocked him directly to the ground, he struggled a few times and sat up, clutched his rapidly swollen cheeks, spat on a mouthful of bloody spit, and looked at Dover and Durin in disbelief.

Durin walked directly past old Fleurs and walked to the woman's side with a serious face, and he gently pulled out the stick, and the blood spurted out like a flood that opened the floodgates. The woman's eyes gradually brightened, and a blush appeared on her gray face, and her lips squirmed a few times, "I...... I didn't say it!", then she looked at her husband beside her, her eyes were full of infinite nostalgia, "Live... Under... Go!"

Durin sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm late. ”

The woman shook her head and slowly closed her eyes.

The man tied to her side held back tears and looked directly at Durin, "I want revenge!"

He knew that old Falus was a decent upper-class celebrity in Ilian, and he knew that he was not even a little bug compared to old Falles, and he was not even a little bug with Duringby, but he still said it. He didn't know what Durin was going to do with old Fleur, maybe they would make peace, but he wouldn't give up his hatred!

Durin picked up the scissors from the ground, untied the ropes from his body, and put the scissors in his hands, "No one can stop you, this is the power given by the gods to every Gualt!

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