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Malba Island, located in the southern district of Pingcheng, an isolated island on the sea, was developed by the construction group under the Sheng Chamber of Commerce in the early years and planned as a world-class tourist resort island, but in the eyes of Pingcheng people, its existence, another name to describe, is more appropriate - the back garden of the wealthy.

Today, the island's largest holiday villa is heavily guarded, surrounded by water on three floors and three on the outside.

The villa is located in a group of green mountains and green waters, pure white European style small building, like a pearl, under the afternoon sun, the halo flows, there is a unique style, the third floor of the villa, the whole floor is a library, the collection of books is rich, the edition is detailed, it is staggering.

On the soft rocking chair, the smoke was swirling, and behind the white mist, the man was quite handsome and deep, put away his mobile phone, raised his sharp eyebrows and eyes slightly, and swept the middle-aged man under the hall, with a Chinese face, ordinary appearance, but there was a scar on the left side of his face, and he looked like he had been for some years.

Seeing this, Li He, who was standing next to the man, walked up to the middle-aged man as if the radar had received the signal, stepped on the five fingers of his left hand, crushed it, and asked, "Say, what else." ”

"The old gentleman has contacted a lawyer in Beicheng, surnamed Ping, who specializes in dealing with inheritance disputes." Speaking of which, the middle-aged man in the hall was already soaked in cold sweat, his five fingers were connected to his heart, and the broken phalanges hurt him even more, and he was busy kowtowing, crying and wiping tears and shouting: "Young master, eldest young master, that's really all I know, it's the old gentleman's order to get rid of you, we just obey orders, you can do well, let us go!" ”

In the entire room, there was only Sheng Ke himself, and at this moment, his hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man was still begging, humble and desperate.

Sheng Scar didn't say a word, staring at the vodka in the palm of his hand, his gaze distant, no one knew what he was thinking.

The glass-like liquid and the transparent ice cubes are reluctantly entangled, swaying slightly, as melodious as a symphony, but extremely fast, the light at the bottom of Sheng Scar's eyes is wanton, falling on the cold tempered glass around him, and the reflection of the black-clothed clothes lying horizontally in the floor-to-ceiling windows is covered with blood.

"You say, who is the heir set by the old gentleman?"

When he came, there were more than 20 of them, and now he was the only one left, and the middle-aged man was trembling and curled up in a ball, like a pug abandoned by his master, and his desire to survive made him hideous, lying on the ground, and sobbing: "It's Ershao!" The heir is two less! The old gentleman said it himself!! ”

Li He saw that Sheng Gui was also a dignified seven-foot man, and at this moment he was crying more pitifully than a woman, his compassion moved, and he couldn't help but look at the man in the hall, but he saw Sheng Gui supporting the chair handle with his elbows, and his body leaned forward slightly, almost instantly, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, and the air pressure was overwhelming, pressing step by step.

Li He suddenly remembered the scars of the phone call with Xia Nianzhi a few minutes ago, and at this moment, he hoped that the phone conversation would be longer, and it was best to talk until this man's anger subsided.

"Da Shao, you spare me, I'll help you die, when you are in the eyes and ears of the old mansion!" Sheng Gui knocked and cried: "Da Shao, please don't kill me!" ”

The long sleeves that had just been picked up indiscriminately when he was fighting with the killer, twisted and wrinkled, and the green tendons of the arms with strong and beautiful textures burst out, looming under the white shirt, Li He knew that this was a precursor to his husband's anger, and silently swallowed the words of pleading.

He has some sympathy for Sheng Scar, he is a person, and he knows that his biological father will be crazy if he sends a killer to take his life, not to mention that this gentleman's situation is even more special, and the reason for his biological father's death is just to clear the obstacles to his superiority for his younger brother who is a fellow mother.

In this world, I am afraid that it is difficult to find an old father who is more eccentric and spoils his younger son than the old gentleman of the Sheng family.

Li He thought to himself, Sheng Zhen had already gotten up, looked at the woolen blanket full of mottled bloodstains, and somehow, he remembered a long time ago - the teenage Xia Nianzhi, who came here for a vacation with his family during the summer vacation, liked to nest in this soft and dense blanket to read, of course, at that time, he would always be followed by his brother who was a flower messenger.

Cashmere blankets, which are worth a lot of money, suddenly become extremely eye-catching.

"The collection of books has been withdrawn; This building, burned; People, put back in the old house. ”

Li He immediately understood, bent down slightly and respectfully watched Sheng Zhen leave, until the door was closed, and then he looked at the mud on the ground.

"As you wish, be the eyes and ears of our husband, and make amends for your crimes."

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