Ingrid is still on her own, and although the Protectors have not neglected the task of finding her sister for several years, people are like that, sometimes knowing that there is no way to gain anything, but still going to hit a wall to comfort their hearts.

Ingrid walked down the street, looking at the dilapidated Burj Khalifa and silently lamenting, it is said that a long time ago, this place was the richest area in the world, looking at the familiar street, where pedestrians were in a hurry, some were unkempt, some were well-dressed, in the crowd, Ingrid suddenly saw a bloated figure, it was him, it was him - Maktoum. This ugly face is recognizable even if it turns to ashes.

At this moment, Maketoum swaggered through the crowd, his face full of pride.

"Maktoum!" Ingrid was a little surprised, and looked at him with disdain and mockery.

"Who are you?" Maktoum looked at Ingrid in surprise and looked puzzled.

"Maktoum, you really have a lot of flesh in your head, you forgot about me, but I remember you clearly." Ingrid snorted coldly and said disparagemently.

Hearing this, Maktum laughed: "Haha, who did I think it was, it turned out to be a slut who escaped from my beauty prison." ”

"Call me a slut again" When Ingrid heard the humiliation, she was immediately murderous, and wanted to teach her a lesson, but the famous words of redemption suddenly sounded in her mind - "If you can't solve the problem with your mouth, let's do it again." ”

So Ingrid was stunned and endured her anger and said, "I haven't seen you for so long, you are still a miasma looking at your rotten flesh"

When Maktoum heard this, his face turned red with anger, and the whole person jumped up like a leather ball.

"Old," Ingrid smiled coldly, and the mockery on her face became even stronger.

"You!! Looking for a fight! Maktoum said indignantly, he didn't know at the moment that the girl in front of him was no longer the weak child he used to be!

Seeing this, Ingrid dodged directly, and then kicked violently, pulling the wind on her trouser legs, making a whirring sound, which would kick Maktoum to the ground, Maktoum screamed, and rolled on the ground, which looked very pitiful.

This initiated certain switches in Ingrid's heart.

When Ingrid saw Maktoum's tragic situation at this time, a trace of pleasure suddenly rose in her heart, which made her heart feel very happy, she wanted to tear apart the bastard in front of her on the spot, she wanted to cut his belly and fill his greasy white flower internal organs! She wanted to kick and shred his bones and dig out his marrow! She wants to pump out his brain! Serve with a soldering iron on the fat of this slut! For some reason, just thinking about these bloody scenes made her breathing heavy, her ears buzzing with the sound of her heartbeat, and her disorganized body brought incredible comfort.

I remembered the resentment when I was humiliated, I remembered the pain when I was tortured, I remembered the despair of being deprived of my freedom, I remembered my sister who had not heard from me, and then I imagined the miserable situation of the bastard in front of me.

Countless emotions were intertwined, and Ingrid's face showed an expression that had never appeared before, that is, the madness and happiness that emanated from the heart.

The eyes couldn't help but be a little misty. What a pleasure! It's so shocking to think about, and if you put your thoughts into action, it's simply the sweetest festival.

Ingrid smiled and walked slowly towards Maktoum.

"You girl!" Maktoum was a little panicked, he was supposed to come out to meet the bar girl today, so he didn't bring a guard, but he didn't expect to meet Ingrid on a narrow road. The girl's reddened eyes were now unbelievably round, and her eyes were as sharp as a scavenging bird, as if smiling and waiting for the death of a living thing.

Ingrid raised her trembling hand and stroked her lips, her dry throat erupting with a raven-like shrill laugh that gurgled and rattled.

"What do you want to do" The always arrogant Maktoum is not only a little weak-hearted, but at this moment, he has a strong emotion in his heart, which feels as if he wants to take away everything from him, he can't smell, can't see clearly, and can't speak.

"I'm very willing to be tyrannical and promise you," Ingrid gasped sharply, "Skinned you!" Stripped you! Skinn you raw!! As she spoke, Ingrid completely erupted, and without knowing how to get the strength, she grabbed Maktoum's hair, dragged it fiercely, and actually tore her scalp to tear off all her hair, and in an instant, Maktoum's head was full of oily blood.

Allah in the girl's heart has long since disappeared.

"Help! Help me! Maktoum kept wailing and begging for mercy.

Ingrid didn't stop, and she shuddered out a talisman dagger from her pocket.

Then, he set his eyes on Maktoum, and giggled again, and his intoxicated expression directly expressed Ingrid's truest language:

"Na Na ~ Can I kill you~ Okay, right?"

The trembling blade went straight at Maktoum, who couldn't even escape, and sat in place to be slaughtered.

But there are always surprises.

Just as the blade was about to touch Maktoum, a hand burst out and gripped Ingrid's slender wrist tightly.

"Who's who!?" Ingrid's expression contorted, and she turned to look at the man who had stopped him.

Deep eyes, dark hair, bronzed skin, and that casual dress.

Ingrid hadn't been able to figure out what was going on.

Smack――――――

His face was burning with pain, his head shook violently, and his soul seemed to awaken again.

The slightly sober soul told her that the guy in front of her had unceremoniously slapped herself just now.

"Sea" Ingrid came back to her senses.

Smack――――――

Another heavy blow.

"Do you plead with these things every day?" Haidai stared at Ingrid coldly.

Embarrassed and helpless, what Ingrid is most afraid of is being seen by Haidai on her dark side, the girl is speechless, and she doesn't know what to say for a while, but Haidai's eyes pierce her a little uncomfortable, and her heart, like the child's secret has been discovered, shows unknown remorse, the pain has long been incalculable, and those things like abuse can't be considered at this time.

The blue eyes obviously didn't move slightly, but the tears flowed out uncontrollably, and Ingrid seemed to have experienced a nightmare, and was beaten back to reality by Haidai's two slaps.

"It's not Haidai, I'm not," Ingrid quibbled, wriggling, "not what you think"

Looking at the panicked Ingrid in front of him, Haidai didn't want to reprimand her anymore, he let go of the hand that was tightly gripping the girl's wrist, and the dagger fell from the girl's hand to the sand with his loose force.

"Forget it, you stupid girl" Haidai hugged the girl in front of him: "Don't be so foolish next time, you shouldn't be like this"

Ingrid didn't know what to do, she did lose her mind a little just now, grief and hatred burst out with Maktoum's ugliness, this terrible change made her feel a trace of fear and shame, just now Ingrid, as if she had lost her soul, was just an accessory to the knife that wanted to kill.

Tears burst like a, but Ingrid did not cry as Haidai imagined, but just followed Haidai's embrace and silently vented her sadness in Haidai's arms.

There's one more thing Haidai has to deal with.

"Don't get out of here!" Haidai saw Maktoum and pulled out her pistol and scolded at him.

"Yes, yes, thank you, thank you," he said, dragging his trembling body and running away with his tail between his legs.

"It's time for Ingrid to vent," Haidai smiled bitterly and patted Ingrid's head gently.

Maktoum, who fled in the wilderness, panted: "Damn the slut and that man, I remember his name is Haidai!" After running a few hundred meters, Maktoum looked back and saw that no one had caught up with him, so he simply stopped and gasped for breath.

"What a disappointment, phew!" Maktoum spat and touched the wound on his head: "It hurts, let's think about Alice, I'm going to make up for it tonight." ”

Ready-to-go, Maktoum came to a bar, one of the most luxurious bars in the area, where people were either rich or expensive, and the consumption of tobacco and alcohol was extremely high, and in this place, it was really not something that ordinary people could afford.

In the luxurious private room, Maktoum smiled wickedly, and when he saw Alice coming, his whole eyeballs were about to fall out. I have to say that Alice is a complete big beauty, she has wavy curly hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and the whole person releases typical Western beauty.

"Yo, isn't this Master Mark? Why is this face red and green? Alice smiled charmingly.

"Don't mention it, I met a stinky girl today, I used to be weak and couldn't help it, but now I can fight it very well." Maktoum was truncated, as if it were unpleasant.

"Hehe, forget it, Master Mark, how do you want to play today?" Alice spoke, her words extremely charming and provocative.

"Ouch, my little baby, I need you to comfort me with your softest place, hurry up, little baby, as long as I am happy, the benefits are naturally indispensable." Maktoum said impatiently.

"Lady Mark, you're really anxious." Alice is half-pushed, half-pushed.

Seeing this, Maktoum hugged Alice and said, "My little baby, how can you do it if you are not in a hurry?" As he spoke, he began to kiss Alice's neck.

Seeing this, Alice smiled slightly, and also catered to Maktoum's movements, and Alice was extraordinarily active, and soon the lips of the two were intertwined.

Again, in everything, there has to be some accident.

"Woo!" Suddenly! Maktoum felt something join his mouth, and it was big, steaming, and seemed to have a pulse.

"What the hell is this?" At this moment, Maktoum panicked, hurriedly stood up, and shouted, but the thing had already filled his mouth, and then Maktoum saw Alice, and fell to the ground without breathing.

"Woooooo Maktoum didn't care about Alice's life or death, and now he only felt a bone-cracking sound coming from his mouth, and the boss with his mouth open unexpectedly looked at a mirror in the private room, and couldn't help but feel numb with fright.

His mouth was stuffed with a ball of white flowers, surging and sprinting into his mouth.

Let's not talk about why the head can move, anyway, Maktoum really sees it, at this moment, there is a brain drilling into his mouth, writhing, deep, like a terrible worm, burrowing into the flesh.

Maktoum couldn't make it over, his brain was already in his throat, and he had little room to resist.

In this way, Maktoum fainted in pain, and then muttered to himself for some reason, and after half a sound, Maktoum stood up with a wicked smile on his face.

"Come on, let me think about what this fat man knows, let me think about it, well, there is a lot of money, and I know a lot of people, but they are all rich, nothing interesting, this girl is interesting, but not what I want, huh? Protectors? Haidai? Protectors? Protectors? If I think about it, it seems interesting, Ingrid seems to have a relationship with the Protectorate."