Finding the man in glasses untying himself and then suddenly disappearing without a trace, Crockdahl was at first a little surprised, and then felt a strong sense of unease.

He really couldn't understand why that guy would evacuate at such a time, for fear that the other party would appear soon after without warning, and then do something even more frustrating.

But the situation in front of him didn't even give him time to think about it. The servant outside was pounding on the wooden door, and was about to break in.

In order not to let his ugliness at the moment be seen by others, Crockdahl had to use all his strength to squeeze out a sentence, and said in a low and hoarse voice:

"I have something right now. Let them wait a little longer. ”

"Yes, sir. Sorry to bother you......" Finally hearing Crockdahl's voice, the maid outside the door breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked away.

In the studio, Crockdahl sat weakly on the ground with weak legs.

"Damn. What the hell is going on......" Looking at the messy studio and his scarred body, Crockdahl felt that his whole body was in a terrible mood.

Despite the physical and mental devastation, he struggled to put on his shirt and coat and staggered towards the door. He knew he couldn't stay in this room for long, there were important guests waiting outside, and the man with glasses could return to the studio at any time.

Holding on to the wall, he walked down the corridor a short time before he ran into another servant.

Seeing Krokdahl's weakened appearance, the servant was immediately taken aback, and ran to him with a concerned face.

"What's wrong with you, sir? Your face doesn't look good! ”

"Nothing. I just encountered something unpleasant. Crockdahl shook off the hand that the servant had tried to hold him on, and thumped himself on. As the owner of the entire Sand Crocodile Manor, he doesn't allow himself to show his vulnerable side in front of others.

"But sir, your face is wounded, did you fight with someone?"

"You don't need to worry about this kind of thing."

"And sir, your clothes are crumpled, and the buttons of your shirt are not buttoned properly, do you need me to tidy it up for you?"

"No need." Crocodale pushed the maid's hand away again impatiently.

"What is that slimy unidentified liquid on your face, sir?" The servant then noticed something unusual, and shouted in surprise, "And your look is so tired, sir, and your clothes are not properly dressed, could it be that you have a face that-"

"Don't give me any ideas! I didn't do anything just now, I was alone in the room! Realizing that the maid was guessing something bad, Crockdahl immediately panicked, "You step down first, Miss Singles' Day!" I'm in a bad mood right now, better stop bothering me! ”

"I see, sir." The maid named Miss Singles hurriedly bowed, "But, the guests outside the door—"

"Let them wait another ten minutes. I need time to calm down. Crockdahl waved his hand wearily and walked into the living room and lay on his back on the couch.

"What the hell...... Why did this happen to me? After sucking up the remaining durian crocodile saliva on his face with his right hand, Crockdahl fell into a state of prostration again, "And that man with glasses, what is the origin?" ”

Recalling the previous behavior of the glasses man, the more Krokodahl thought about it, the more confused he became.

He really couldn't figure out what the purpose of that person had sneaked here, and he couldn't guess the identity of the other party. If the glasses man is just a hostile set to steal intelligence, then it should be impossible for him to have such a strong strength. And if he infiltrated the investigation under the arrangement of the peacekeeping force or the Isolation Society, it would also seem very unreasonable. Since he has the ability to kill himself in seconds, it is enough to break through directly head-on, and there is no need to sneak into the room to get information.

"Could it be someone sent by the organization to inspect me?" Recalling the unusually oppressive aura of the glasses man, Crockdahl had another conjecture, "But that way is too abnormal." ”

"No, it shouldn't be like that." Rejecting all of his thoughts, Crockdahl felt more and more uneasy.

Because he had no clue about the identity of the glasses man, he couldn't predict what the other party would do next, and he didn't even know what countermeasures he should take.

This kind of helplessness and restlessness was the first time he had encountered it in his forty-six years of criminal life.

Because the plan for the most critical step was interrupted by an outsider who had entered the country, Crockdahl couldn't help but feel a great sense of loss and frustration.

At the same time, the itching sensation remaining on the skin and the hot stinging pain in a "flower-like part" of the body also made a strong emotion grow in him.

Humiliation.

Whenever he remembered that he had been knocked to the ground by a fat beating, that he had been ridden under him and rubbed against the floor, and that he had been poured stinky mud, lemon juice, and chili water into various parts of his body, Crockdahl felt a lingering humiliation surging violently in his heart!

He has been active in the criminal world for so many years, and he has always trampled others under his feet and shouted ridicule, watching other people's painful expressions go away, and he has never shown his ugliness in front of anyone.

But tonight, not only was he easily defeated, but he was also ravaged by the nasty man with glasses using all kinds of bad means, which was a hellish experience for him who had been on top all the time!

"Why is this happening?! How could I have befallen such an outrageous thing! …… It's like a malicious joke from above! Thinking of what had happened before, Crockdahl went crazy, "Could it be that my path has come to an end and can only end in tragedy?" ”

"Nope! This state of affairs must not be allowed! Unable to withstand the intense shame that kept coming to his mind, Crockdahl couldn't help but let out a hoarse roar, "How could I, Crockdahl, allow others to trample on my dignity at will!" ”

"I must, I must, I have to complete that plan!" In order to stabilize his emotions, Crockdahl grabbed the leather sofa fiercely, his knuckles white, "As long as I can join the organization, there will never be any forces that can be my enemy." ”

"As long as you can join the abyss of extreme evil......"

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On the other hand, after leaving Crockdahl's villa, Otokun immediately rushed to a hidden spot in the woods.

"It's a pity, I had the opportunity to make Crockdahl cry all at once." Having successfully found Sofitel's hideout, Otokun said with a regretful face.

"No, no, the master has behaved very well!" Sofitel, who was still in the state of the royal sister, looked excited, "When the owner poured chili water into the butt of that sand crocodile just now, Sofitel felt like she was in heaven!" ”

"Master, you may not know how intense the fear and humiliation Krokdal felt just now. Because of the master's outstanding performance, the abuse agency has received more than 500 points of bullying, and in terms of the peak state of Crockdahl's abuse, his abuse value is almost close to 150%! ”

"Yes." Seeing Sofitel's extremely satisfied expression, Otokun said with some surprise.

"Also, this interruption of abuse is not necessarily a bad thing for us." Sofitel continued, "Because you've already recorded everything you just went on, master, right?" ”

"That's right." Ou Tuokun took out the pinhole camera in his pocket, and couldn't help but show a dark smile, "With this, we can indeed make the effect of abuse play to a new peak." ”

"As long as what the master did just now was not exposed in advance...... Ah, I feel an irrepressible ...... when I think of Crockdahl's expression at that time."

"Alright, Sofitel." Seeing that the Royal Sister version of Sofitel fell into a state of almost madness again, Ou Tuokun said helplessly, "It's better to change back to your original form first." We're going to get ready to go back to the hotel. ”

"Yes, master!" When Sofitel heard this, she immediately shrunk into Lori's body and jumped up and down behind Optokun.

And the water delivery boy who was still tied to the tree bit the rag and let out a miserable cry:

"Let me go, you guys! I haven't paid the water bill for 10 yuan yet! ”