The man in black pressed Fang Chi into the back seat of the Maybach, and the group left Mu Siting's villa.

As soon as Maybach left, a red high-end sports car sprang out of the trail in front of him, braked suddenly, and stopped in front of the gate of Mu Siting's villa.

Jiang Chen sat in the car, took off the sunglasses on his face, stared at the direction where Maybach left, and only after a long time did he come back to his senses and take out his mobile phone, and muttered in his mouth: "It's bad, it's bad, it's broken, Fang Chi falls into his hands, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat!" ”

When the words fell, he had already dialed Mu Siting's mobile phone.

The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.

Jiang Chen slammed the steering wheel anxiously, eager to get into his mobile phone to see what Mu Siting was doing.

He called three times in a row, but no one answered.

Just as he was about to drive to Mu Siting's company to look for him, Mu Siting called him back over there.

Jiang Chen hurriedly grabbed his mobile phone and shouted: "Hey, dear, it's a big deal, your little dear was taken away by the little devil!" ”

At the other end, there was a pause, and then Gu Yi's voice came out: "Jiang Shao, what were you talking about just now, I don't quite understand what you mean." ”

Hearing Gu Yi's voice, Jiang Chen suddenly became angry: "Gu Yi, I'm looking for you Mr. Mu, what about Mu Siting, why did you answer his call." ”

The corners of Gu Yi's mouth twitched, and he still said politely: "Jiang Shao, Mr. Mu is having a very important meeting, and it will take at least two hours to finish."

If you have anything, just tell me that is. ”

Jiang Chen knocked on the steering wheel again before he hurriedly said: "Fang Chi was taken away by Ai Wen, you hurry up and find a way, you know better than me about Ai Wen, Fang Chi fell into his hands, maybe he will be tortured!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Gu to speak, Jiang Chen hung up the phone and hurriedly chased in the direction where Maybach disappeared.

Ten minutes later, the black Maybach stopped in front of a private club.

Ai Wen got out of the car, and the bodyguard in the back seat immediately took Fang Chi down, followed him, and entered the gate of the club together.

When the lobby manager of the club saw Ai Wen coming in, he immediately greeted him with trepidation, "Boss, boss, you're back." ”

Ai Wen's face was expressionless, and he casually took off his coat and threw it aside.

The lobby manager immediately grabbed his coat, carefully held it in his hand, and followed Evan all the way inside.

When passing by the front hall, a customer was drunk and was arguing with the bar lady in the front hall.

"Lao Tzu has money, why can't he go to the innermost box!"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, with a somewhat fat figure, and the Hermes belt was across his fat belly, which was not noble, but a little ridiculous.

He took out a card, made a screeching sound, and shouted at the bar lady in the front hall who was constantly apologizing: "Hurry up and swipe the card for Lao Tzu, do you hear!" ”

The barmaid didn't dare to accept the card, so she could only continue to apologize: "I'm sorry, sir, we will make all the rules, and the last box is never open to the public." ”

This is the rule of this club, no matter who comes, the last box will not be opened.

And the person who can open this box has never appeared.

The lobby manager's face became worse and worse, and he glanced at Evan cautiously, hoping that he would pass by as if he hadn't seen this scene.

This middle-aged man is a shopping mall upstart who has only recently become a shopping mall, and it is said that he has a very hard backstage relationship with the top, and no one dares to offend.

But unfortunately, Evan didn't just walk by, but stopped in front of the bar.

The lobby manager's legs were weak, and his palms began to sweat.

Evan stood there, glanced at the middle-aged man, and walked a few steps slowly to the edge of the bar.

The barmaid in the front hall was a newcomer, and I hadn't seen him, so I thought he was a customer, so I asked carefully: "This guest, do you open a private room or have you already booked it?" ”

Ai Wen smiled faintly, glanced at the middle-aged man, and said casually, "Just open the last box." ”

After listening to this, the bar lady almost fell to the ground with weak feet.

It's hard enough to open the last box, how can you still have one! But before she could come back to her senses, the lobby manager had already rushed into the bar, took out the room card for the last box, and carefully handed it to Ai Wen: "Boss, give you the room card." ”

The bar lady was shocked to realize that this boy, who looked to be only in his early twenties, was actually the owner of this club! But the middle-aged man was reluctant, and when he saw that Ai Wen got the room card for the last box, he scolded angrily: "Why can he open it, I can't open it!" You stop, I want this room card today, how much is it, you make a price! ”

Evan glanced at him contemptuously, refusing to say even a word, and turned to leave.

The middle-aged man saw that he was despised, and immediately grabbed Ai Wen's sleeve: "Lao Tzu is talking to you, didn't you hear?" ”

Ai Wen glanced down at the hand on the white shirt, and frowned: "I'll count three." ”

"One, two—"

"What do you want to do! Don't think I'll shoot you! ”

The middle-aged man interrupted him and put on a vicious look.

Ai Wen suddenly made a weird smile and looked at the middle-aged man: "This is your own choice." ”

The middle-aged man couldn't understand the meaning of his words, and he still clung to it and didn't let go.

But before he could catch his breath for a few seconds, suddenly, he was slammed on the marble floor under his feet with a strong force, and his forehead fell hard, making a terrifying crashing sound.

"Ahh

The middle-aged man erupted into a mournful wail.

Ai Wen no longer looked at him, clapped his fingers lightly, raised his feet and stepped, and ordered as he walked: "Throw him out of me, and don't come to this club again in the future!" ”

The lobby manager could only beckon someone to come and carry the middle-aged man out, and the man didn't forget to cover his head and shout: "You wait, Lao Tzu will definitely make you regret it!" ”

Ai Wen stopped, turned his head and smiled coldly, "The last person who was my son is dead. ”

Suddenly, there was silence in the hallway.

The lobby manager followed behind Evan tremblingly, and only then did he quietly wipe the cold sweat from his head when he opened the door to the last box.

After the box opened, he was followed by a black-clothed bodyguard holding Fang Chi and throwing him on the dark red leather sofa.

After a while, another waiter brought drinks, a fruit plate, and a large amount of ice.

Ai Wen sat in the middle position, looked at Fang Chi who was still unconscious, and snapped his fingers: "It's time to wake up our guests." ”

The black-clothed bodyguard immediately understood, picked up the bucket of ice, and poured it on Fang Chi's head without hesitation.

Chilly ice cubes smashed all the way to his chest from the top of Fang Chi's head, and a few of them slipped into his slightly open collar.

Fang Chi was slammed into the ice, and instantly came to his senses, let out a low snort, struggling to widen his eyes.

The dim light of the box made him a little unclear for a while, and after seeing it clearly, he immediately wanted to stand up, but was quickly pressed back to the sofa by the black-clothed bodyguard.

"Who the hell are you! Why tie me up! ”

Fang Chi could only stare at Ai Wen and ask loudly.

Evan smiled faintly, with a pair of brown eyes, and looked like a cat teasing a mouse.

He didn't answer Fang Chi's question, he just looked at him like this, and after a few seconds, he asked lightly, "Do you drink?" ”

Fang Chi was stunned, "I don't drink!" You let me go! ”

He still has to go back and wait for Mu Siting to come back and talk about last night's incident, and now he has been caught here by someone he doesn't know, what's the matter! Although he was very reluctant to admit it in his heart, Fang Chi still keenly felt that the young man in his early twenties in front of him had a great relationship with Mu Siting.

Evan ignored him and waved at the bodyguard, and someone immediately opened a bottle of whiskey and filled the glass in front of Fang Chi.

Fang Chi was suddenly a little panicked, and kept shouting impermanence in his heart.

But it's also strange to say, is there a little impermanence on weekdays, but today there is no movement at all! Seeing that the black-clothed bodyguard was about to pour him wine with a wine glass, Fang Chi's back was a little cold! IS IT GOING TO HANG HERE TODAY?

The wine glass in the black-clothed bodyguard's hand had already reached Fang Chi's mouth, Fang Chi pursed his lips and struggled stubbornly.

But he still couldn't break free, and was pinched by the black-clothed bodyguard, forcing him to open his mouth.

"Be careful,"

Ai Wen suddenly sneered: "Mr. Fang's mouth is soft and tender, but it is very noble!" ”

The bodyguard paused, turned back to Evan and said "yes" respectfully

, the strength under his hands, but not loose at all! Fang Chi's eyes were red with anger, he could hear the sarcasm in Ai Wen's words! What is soft and tender, what is noble, isn't it an allusion to what he and Mu Siting did last night! But it's a pity! They're not so filthy! The bodyguard pinched his mouth open, raised the wine glass a little, put it above Fang Chi's forced lips, and said coldly: "Mr. Fang, this is the wine that my young master invited you to drink!" ”

After speaking, with a flick of his wrist, the glass of wine poured into Fang Chi's throat.

The mellow aroma of whiskey made Fang Chi's throat suddenly feel like it was being burned by fire, and he was choked badly, but he still couldn't move, and he could only be forced to swallow a large glass of whiskey raw.

After pouring a whole glass of wine, the black-clothed bodyguard still didn't let go of Fang Chi.

The corners of Fang Chi's mouth were full of whiskey-brown liquid, which ran down his neck and all the way to his clothes.

There was also a mouthful of wine stuck in his throat, he couldn't go up, he couldn't come down, he blushed, and he was about to lose his breath.

The bodyguard was a little worried that he was really stuck by a mouthful of whiskey, and looked back at Evan subconsciously.

Ai Wen picked up the goblet in front of him, tasted it lightly, and then waved his hand at the two black-clothed bodyguards who were holding down Fang Chi: "Okay, let go." ”

Only then did the two let go of Fang Chi, and as soon as they let go, Fang Chi staggered to his knees and coughed desperately.

Ai Wen pinched the goblet, looking at Fang Chi's face flushed as if watching a play, tears welled up, as if he was enjoying it, and the corners of his mouth were shallowly hooked.

Fang Chi finally took a breath, and the moment he looked up, he happened to see Ai Wen's expression that seemed to be smiling.

At this glance, he only felt that his back was very cold.

Rather than Aiwen's grim smile, he would rather go home and look at the corners of Mu Siting's mouth that never bends.

Thinking of Mu Siting, Fang Chi secretly called Bai Wuchang frantically in his heart.

What the hell is this guy doing today, let's tell me who this Evan is at a critical time! It's a pity that Bai Wuchang at this moment can't receive his voice at all.

The Hades of the underworld disappeared, and even the judge did not know where to go, and this matter could not be concealed after all.

Heavenly Court had long wanted to take over the underworld, and after knowing about this matter, it immediately sent an immortal to the underworld, wanting to be the acting king of the underworld.

But although the dungeon has no leader, it is impossible to see a god flying down from the sky to be the boss of himself.