"Yanyan, give me the brand." Ge Zhujun looked at her and stretched out his hand, with a little scarlet in his eyes.

The man who used to be gentle and elegant, at this moment, has also become a little crazy.

Ge Zhujun stared at Wang Ziyan and approached her.

Wang Ziyan looked at him in disbelief and gestured with his hands.

Something to the effect of: Why?

Ge Zhujun snatched the brand, pushed Wang Ziyan to the ground, took two steps back, shook his head at her, and his eyes were a little cold: "Yanyan, I can't die...... I still have a lot of money to spend, and I still have a bright future......"

"You've broken your tongue, don't you like me?"

"Isn't it right to sacrifice for me?" Ge Zhujun retreated little by little.

He hadn't intended to do this, but ......

Ge Zhujun's gaze fell not far behind Wang Ziyan.

There was one of the maids standing.

That little flower.

He recognized it as the maid beside Miss Tang, who was standing there with a gloomy face, a gun in her hand, looking at them with a blank expression.

If it weren't for Xiaohua, he wouldn't have chosen to tear his face at such a time.

After all...... He is also a lover with Wang Ziyan.

Wang Ziyan burst into tears, crawled over and hugged Ge Zhujun's legs, gesturing indiscriminately, leaving his tongue in his mouth, making a messy sound.

Because of the panic, the voice was a little loud.

"Whoaaa......aaaaaaaaaa Ahh......hh

Ge Zhujun glanced at his watch with some impatience, eleven fifty-nine.

It's almost over.

Ge Zhujun stepped back and did not retreat.

And Xiaohua behind Wang Ziyan had already picked up the gun and aimed it at them.

Ge Zhujun was a little scared, so he squatted down directly and broke Wang Ziyan's fingers one by one, so painful that she screamed, and he didn't stop for a moment.

The last kick kicked Wang Ziyan to the ground, and he ran without looking back.

Wang Ziyan lay on the ground, crying and about to crawl over.

was pinched and dragged away by Xiaohua who came over.

Around the corner, a gunshot rang out.

Ge Zhujun leaned his back against the wall and slowly sat down, panting heavily.

There is no trace of grief for Wang Ziyan's death in his eyes, only the joy of surviving, and ...... Calculation for the future.

……

"Nothing, just disperse." Bai Nuan glanced at them, not in any energy.

Although Tang Zhizhou just asked her to choose someone, she just felt uncomfortable.

It feels like something is wrong.

Ge Zhujun left early.

Wu Dian glanced at Chen Enmin, with a little inquisition in his eyes, but he was puzzled.

He doesn't remember what happened yesterday.

It seems like...... He beat someone?

Someone else hit him?

But he obviously entered the room that Chen Enmin said, and after getting the sign, he didn't have much memory.

It's as if everyone has been "borrowed".

"Eun Min, let's go." He still pressed his doubts to the bottom of his heart and took Chen Enmin's hand.

But Chen Enmin put his hands behind his back and shook his head.

"No need...... You go first, I want to stay here for a while. Chen Enmin's face turned a little pale, shook his head, and looked at Bai Nuan with an indifferent face with a little panic in his eyes.

It seems that she is thinking that Bai Nuan can give her a head or something.

But Bai Nuan was distracted, his gaze passed over the people present, and fell on the pattern on the pillar.

Those patterns seem to come alive and become anime.

The villains kill each other, each more ruthless than the other.

Blood spread through it.