Ten o'clock.

The sun is just right.

The Wang family's engagement banquet should have begun.

Yi Shihan looked at the standing mirror, he was dressed in a dusty white suit, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and pinned the tulip that the servant respectfully handed to his chest, so he went out without hurry.

"Go to the Rosewood Garden." He said to the driver.

The scenery outside the window was full of vigor and vigor with the unique smell of spring, and he pulled down the window, inhaled as if in a drunken state, and hummed a light tune in his mouth.

"Young master, are you in a good mood today?" The driver, who was over half a hundred years old, had gray sideburns and asked him happily.

"What a good day." He replied meaningfully.

"That's right, the young master of the Wang family seems to be engaged today?" The driver mentioned with some regret, "It's a pity that the young master has other urgent things to do, otherwise he will definitely be happier." ”

"yes." Yi Shihan's mouth curled with a deep arc, and for a moment, he continued to hum a cheerful tune in a good mood.

In the villa area of Rosewood Garden, the cobblestone path winds through the secluded path, Yi Shihan walked leisurely into Yi's house, and walked down the stairs in the respectful of a group of servants, and then gently kicked open the small door of the basement.

It is hard to imagine that there is such a dark and damp basement in the graceful and chic courtyard of Yijia.

There was no light in the basement, no windows, just an old-fashioned light bulb hanging from the board, and the air smelled of musty acid.

"Young master." Hearing the movement, the man who was originally squatting in the corner and teasing the dog patted the ash on his body and bowed respectfully to him.

"How's he doing?" Leaning on the cold and elegant straightened up the suit and walked over slowly.

In the corner, a trembling black shadow heard his voice, and instantly turned his head like crazy, and pounced on them, shouting in a hoarse and murderous voice as he pounced, "Yi Shihan, I'm going to kill you!" ”

However, his neck, hands, and feet were all covered with heavy iron locks, and it was difficult for the whole person to take a step closer when he threw himself in front of Yi Shihan.

The light of the light bulb finally illuminated his face clearly, thin, hideous, blood-scabbed, covered in dirt, only the obedient eyes were still fierce.

It turned out that the man was teasing the dog somewhere, but he was teasing people like a dog.

"Good spirits." Yi Shihan patted his head as if praising him, and then said with a smile, "But it seems that I have lost weight, it seems that the second brother has suffered a lot in Mexico." ”

Over the years, as his arms business has become bigger and bigger, he has more and more eyes and ears in Europe and the United States, and Yi Huanchu was arrested by his people as soon as he fled to Mexico, but he didn't tell anyone. On the contrary, he felt that Yi Huanchu had escaped too well, and now the Yi family was his power, wandering and begging in the UK, and Yi Heng, who was trying to make a comeback, could not become a climate, and no one knew Yi Huanchu's whereabouts, so he could torture him to his heart's content.

Hearing Yi Shihan's "second brother", Yi Huanchu seemed to be stimulated by something, and spat at his face fiercely, "I'm sorry, you evil seed!" ”

"I want to die!" The face of the man next to him changed, and he immediately slapped Yi Huanchu, half of his face instantly swollen, but he laughed like crazy, "Hahaha...... Do you think I'm going to give in to you, the seed? Jokes, big jokes. I'm telling you, sooner or later they'll find out about your plot and cut you ......."

"A thousand cuts?" Yi Shihan took the clean handkerchief handed over by the man, wiped his face slowly, and didn't see any signs of anger, but in the next second, he grabbed Yi Huanchu's neck and threw the person to the ground with a hard fall, and then he lifted his trouser legs slightly, and stepped on the back of his head in an elegant and lofty attitude, "Huan Chu, second brother, you won't be naïve to have Yi Heng, or our mother will come to save your sweet dream, right?" ”

Yi Shihan's voice was still warm and clear, with a little deep regret, "It's a pity, they are too busy to take care of themselves, how can they come to save you." ”

Yi Huanchu was trampled on by him, his chest hurt and he almost wanted to vomit blood, but he turned his head with great effort, "You, what did you do to them?" ”

"That's an interesting question." Yi Shihan laughed softly, "If you want to know, I might as well tell you that your good brother and I will let him accompany you after a while, as for the mother...... She'll be with that old thing soon. ”

"Leaning on the cold!! What did you do to my mom?! Yi Huan Chu roared and struggled to stand up, but the back of his head was trampled on so hard that he couldn't move.

"Call, keep calling, the more you scream, the happier I am."

The soft voice came into Yi Huanchu's ears, and his scalp was numb, but he struggled like a beast frantically, "Yi Shihan! You son of a wretch! You can even calculate your own mother, I curse you not to die!! ”

Seeing his painful and crazy appearance, Yi Shihan shook his head and said "tsk", stepped on his head, and leaned over slightly, "Huan Chu, I always remember the fish that pounced on the yacht that night." ”

That night that was painful for him, that transformed him completely, before he could decide to do so, the fish struggled to jump onto the deck, fluttered a few times and died.

His heart is long dead.

On the other road they forced him to give up, there were people he loved, and there were many possibilities he longed for. But he couldn't go back to that fork.

He used to hold his conscience and wait for another tomorrow, but he later understood, he wanted revenge and wanted to take care of his conscience, how could there be the best of both worlds in this world? So in those most bewildered and desperate years, he made a deal with an old friend of the so-called father, and he patiently became a predator, a sharp blade under her, but no one told him that becoming stronger turned out to be such a terrible thing.

Like a game of life or death, taking a wrong step is an abyss, and he is so fortunate that he has cautiously not taken a wrong step since he came to this day.

He held the feast of light in London's Fleet Street, and now he could indifferently look down on the painful and struggling beast at his feet.

In the past six years, how many times, he will also become such a trapped beast.

"For ...... What the? Yi Huanchu desperately rolled his eyes and stared at the condescending man.

Yi Shihan took off the tulip on his chest, sniffed the fragrance with some intoxication, and then put it in front of his eyes not far from Yi Huanchu, "Next time I come over, I will bring more beautiful tulips, I hope you will never stop asking this 'why'." ”

He elegantly straightened his suit and walked out of the basement, still looking spotless and warm.

"Has the frame been delivered?"

Walking to his mother's room, he admired the book of Emunk hanging in the center of the room, and asked casually.

"I've arrived, and I'm framing downstairs." The man who came with him replied.

"When you replace this painting later, be sure to handle it carefully." Yi Shihan paused, "If Chengxi asks about this painting next time, do you know how to answer?" ”

"I know, the young master saw the painting and thought about the people, and ordered people to hide."

"Good." Yi Shihan nodded slightly, "Replace it and burn it, it's always a hidden danger to keep this thing." ”

"Yes." The man hesitated for a moment, "The engagement of the young master of the Wang family, don't you really have to go over?" ”

"On such a celebratory day, I used to only add to the congestion of some people." Yi Shihan patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, "Just send the congratulatory gift, let's go." ”

"Yes, where to go?"

"The Western Suburbs." Yi Shihan walked out of the gate of Yi's house, this place that trapped him in the past has now become the place where he traps others. He raised his head, felt the warmth of the sun falling on his face for a while, and then raised his hand to slowly cover it, the black tulips on the back of his hand were still bewitching and evil.

"I'm missing her a little."