"Soon, you'll not even have the chance to survive like you do now."

An Lingxuan's pupils shrank sharply with the inaudible words of the dark night, and he hoarsely tried to make a broken voice in his throat: "What kind of grudge do we have?"

This sentence is a doubt that has been haunting An Lingxuan's heart since the previous life, and the reason why he didn't ask in the previous life was because there had never been a chance to meet on a narrow road, and the only chance to meet face-to-face, before he could speak, the dark night had already killed himself by biting his tongue.

He asked himself that he had nothing to do with this person in the past ten years, and that he had not done anything that harmed or might infringe on his interests. He couldn't understand why this man had suddenly come to him and tried to kill him in such a cruel way.

"What vendetta?" The dark night looked down at An Lingxuan, who was lying on the ground and dying, and the madness in his eyes was no longer hidden, and it was completely revealed, "You robbed what should have belonged to me"

"What's that?" Night's answer deepened the doubts in An Lingxuan's heart, "Is there some misunderstanding?" ”

"Misunderstanding?" Styx sneered, staring at An Lingxuan's eyes with a dripping pleasure and a strong disdain. He stopped talking, turned and walked out the door.

Originally, this man wanted to end his life himself, but now he obviously had a better way to torture him even more - to die blindly.

Although Night's personality is uncertain, he is not a murderer. He doesn't like the scene of a person's neck being choked with his own hands, nor does he like the appearance of a person's brain bursting with a bullet, nor does he like the gore of a white knife entering a red knife.

The reason for not liking is not an innate sense of compassion, but a longing for this person in my heart.

That person was simple, beautiful, white and flawless, and her existence could not be described by all the best words in the world.

Since he met her by chance in Country C two years ago, his heart has been full of her. She is such a unique treasure, and she deserves all the best, most expensive, rarest and most perfect things in this world, including the people who accompany her and spend her life with her, and should also be the same perfect existence in this world.

Styx gives the order to kill his men and returns to the car.

The pitch-black cars form an excellent match with the equally dark night, jumping quickly on the city's roads, hidden and silent.

When I returned home in the middle of the night, I took off my clothes, stepped into the shower, and carefully rinsed my whole body. Especially those hands......

He looked down at his hands, and even though their palms were white and free of any dust, he still felt that they were stained with blood.

The bubbling water continued to wash the big bony hands, and the whole hands gradually turned red and swollen under the brewing of the water, but the dark night still did not stop its movements, and a pair of eyes lost focus, as if they were in a state of confusion in their eyes.

"Ah Ye" a concerned call pulled back the consciousness of the night wandering outside, he still looked at the source of the sound with a somewhat loose gaze, the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, and it was terrifyingly empty.

The woman next to him quickly stepped forward to turn off the faucet and hugged him into her arms with pity.