Chapter Ninety-Three: Cross-examination

Ma Feng imagined a few fragrant clips of the 18th ban in his mind, licked his lips stupidly, and savored the aftertaste.

There was a row of park chairs in the corridor on the second floor, Shen Ruoran raised her foot to stop Ma Feng's buttocks, and said impatiently:

"Who allowed you to sit?"

Ma Feng was stunned, the beauty in front of him was really short-tempered, and he must train well if he has the opportunity.

"It's good to sit and discuss, my massage skills are amazing, beauty, do you want to try it? Make sure you stay in it, and next time. ”

Shen Ruoran glanced at Ma Feng, took out the long knife from the carry-on space, the movement was very light, but the speed was very fast, Ma Feng didn't even react to dodge, he felt that his throat was cut by cold metal, and his nose smelled a strong smell of blood.

The glass of the corridor is spotless, clear as a mirror, and in the reflected afterglow, there is a blood-colored red mark on Ma Feng's neck.

The life-threatening feeling of suffocation spread all over his body, and Ma Feng was like a fish in his throat, unable to speak in fear.

Shen Ruoran slowly wiped the long knife with alcohol wipes, "My building doesn't accept garbage, if you make a mistake, it's not just the epidermis that you scratch." ”

"Then I'll ask you to answer, lie, leak, that means you don't want your tongue."

"Got it? Well? ”

Ma Feng was so frightened that a whole row of teeth was trembling, trembling unconsciously, his pupils were wide, and he stuttered: "Listen...... Understood......"

Shen Ruoran: "Where did your submarine come from?" ”

Ma Feng: "These submarines have owners, and the group of top wealthy families downstairs bought them for fun, but I didn't expect them to come in such an important use one day." ”

"You're not a top tycoon, are you?" Shen Ruoran glanced at Ma Feng from top to bottom, otherwise he would not have been sent as an intelligence spy, obviously the role of cannon fodder.

Ma Feng pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, hissed in pain, and continued to answer:

"I have a little money at home, and I usually run errands behind the real young master and celebrity buttocks, and when they are in a good mood, they will also reward us with some small favors. Brother Cao gave me a submarine before, but unfortunately it broke down once before, and I kept forgetting to repair it, and now I don't have a chance to use it. ”

Shen Ruoran pursed her lips: "There are more than 100 people downstairs, shouldn't all of them be rich?" ”

Ma Feng's eyes wandered, and he looked away: "Ah, yes, like Brother Cao, the family's money and wealth are rival to the country, and they can't be used up in a few lifetimes, although our family is still rich, but there is no way to spend money like them." ”

"Don't change the subject, answer me pertinently."

The long knife was pressed against Ma Feng's chin, and the cold touch made him tremble suddenly.

"Good...... Good...... Some of the men and women downstairs who have no money but want to cling to the powerful and rush to follow us, and some of them are robbed by force......"

Ma Feng's voice became lower and lower, and his confidence became less and less, and he seemed to know that he was to blame.

Shen Ruoran took out a list that was typed out after the system was connected to the printer, and handed it to Ma Feng, "According to what you just said, mark these three types of people for me." ”

The empty second floor is so quiet that you can hear the breath of people.

At the end of the corridor, the short-haired man's teeth chattered uncontrollably, and the picture he saw with his eyes was innumerable, and he saw a ghost!

In the past, when she was about to travel through the world, Shen Ruoran didn't have many hobbies, and occasionally she was interested, and she liked to grab some "pets" and put them in her carry-on space, and then take them out when necessary.

(End of chapter)