Late at night, everything is silent.

In an elegant garden building on the western outskirts of Changning in the concession, the originally peaceful atmosphere was suddenly torn apart by a frightened shout.

This sudden sound made the entire building instantly tense.

The servants and bodyguards rushed out of their rooms, their faces full of confusion and unease, and ran upstairs to the door of the bedroom where the shouts were heard.

When the crowd rushed into the bedroom, they were almost speechless with astonishment.

On the bed, a bloody horse's head caught the eye, and the dripping blood looked particularly dazzling in the light.

Before he could think about it, a piercing gunshot suddenly rang out, instantly breaking the silence of the night.

"Shet!" Charles roared angrily, his voice filled with disbelief and anger.

Just then, there was a sudden noise outside the bedroom.

Bi Shucheng shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Look, I didn't lie to you, this call should have notified you to go to put out the fire." ”

He was sure in his heart that there must be a fine work in the family that was bought by others.

However, in the face of his questioning, the bodyguards and servants looked at each other and shook their heads in denial.

"Shh

Charles choked when he heard this, he stared at the man in front of him and gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

In the next second, the door was kicked open violently, and the strong tremor almost made the whole room tremble.

After the woman left sadly, Charles directly bit the cap of the bottle and poured strong liquor into the mouth of the bottle, trying to numb his nerves with alcohol.

"Hahahaha."

Charles had trouble breathing, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he struggled to squeeze a voice out of his throat: "You will have retribution!" ”

"It doesn't matter who we are, but there is someone you must know", Bi Shucheng said and stepped aside, and a figure in the corridor walked in slowly.

"Huh."

Charles was standing on the edge of the bed at the moment, his face covered with cold sweat, and his eyes revealed an unconcealable horror.

Charles blushed and pointed at him angrily and scolded, "Fake, I knew it was you bastard, you damn bastard."

"Of course it's a murder for money, I can't see it, how can you be the inspector of the patrol house?"

Although he has changed several batches of maid bodyguards, strange incidents continue to occur.

"You guys." Charles's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, looking at the gang of bandits with their faces covered in front of him, his eyes were full of surprise and anger, "Do you know where this is?" Do you know who I am? Dare to be here with me."

When he saw the person who came, Charles's pupils shrank suddenly, and a monstrous anger instantly surged into his heart, and he pointed at the person and scolded: "Fake! It turned out to be you bastard! ”

"You"

He pointed to the crowd in front of him and asked sharply, "Which of you did this?!" ”

As he spoke, the telephone in the bedroom suddenly rang, and the sharp ringing was particularly harsh at this moment.

Zheng Jirong responded nonchalantly, and then quickly struck, snatched the gun from Charles's hand, and then tightly choked his neck.

He firmly believed that this was the revenge of the enemy, but although he sent people to squat day and night, he never found the trace of the perpetrator.

However, Charles was distraught at the moment, and he kicked his lover away and said sharply, "Get out!" ”

Before he finished speaking, the first person ripped off the black cloth on his face, revealing a fierce face.

It was Bi Shucheng, who negotiated cooperation with Zheng Jirong, his eyes flashed with cunning and ruthlessness, and he smiled at Charles: "Mr. Charles, don't be nervous, we are just here to borrow some money from you to spend, as long as you cooperate obediently, I guarantee that you will be fine." ”

Charles looked at these people opposite in shock, the Asia Building and the SH Club are the landmarks of their country in Shanghai Tang, these people dare to attack these places!

"Who the hell are you!" He shouted angrily at the crowd.

Charles's face turned pale in an instant, he hurriedly threw the wine bottle in his hand aside, hurriedly ran to the bedside table, quickly opened the drawer, and held the pistol inside in his hand.

All this frightened him, and he hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep for days!

Even the servants talked about it in private, and some even thought that he had sinned against the spirits and suffered retribution.

"Joke!" Although Charles's body trembled slightly, he shouted without fear: "This is the concession, and a few streets away is the big barracks!" If you dare to shoot here, none of you will be able to escape! ”

But as the chief superintendent of the patrol house, Charles did not believe in these myths at all.

He took a closer look, and immediately distinguished, this horse was actually the racehorse he had kept for many years, and now it was not only slaughtered, but also unknowingly stuffed into his bed.

Click

With a crisp sound of bones breaking, Charles's body fell limply in front of Zheng Jirong.

Blood suddenly spurted from the showerhead while taking a bath, the words "Give me back my life" were written on the bedroom wall, the clothes in the closet were suddenly replaced with prison uniforms, and now even the head of the beloved racehorse was brutally cut off.

He could no longer tell who was in his family, or all of them.

"You did it!"

Charles examined each of the servants and bodyguards, his eyes revealing deep suspicion, and then he waved his hand impatiently, motioning for them all to leave the room.

Originally, he was sleeping with his lover in his arms, but he suddenly felt an inexplicable strange feeling, this discomfort made him unhelp but lift the quilt, and he saw a horse's head with round eyes!

"You guys. . . You guys are really crazy."

Bi Shucheng spread his hands indifferently, and sneered: "There was a fire in the Asia Building and the SH General Assembly, but those were built by your countrymen at a great cost, and now they should be busy fighting the fire, how can they care about you?" ”

Zheng Jirong sneered and shook his head contemptuously: "Retribution? You don't deserve my retribution. ”

"I don't think you know yet."

Zheng Jirong stepped forward with a big laugh, looking at him with a playful look in his eyes, "It's been a long time, by the way, Mr. Charles is still satisfied with the gifts I gave you these days?" ”

Anger and helplessness mingle in Charles's heart, and he walks to the wine cabinet with a black face, trying to numb himself with alcohol.

He stared at Charles's frightened blue eyes, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth: "Look, when you are dying, your proud bloodline and so-called gentlemanly demeanor seem so pale. ”

"Darling, you've drunk enough tonight......" the White Russian lover in a tulle pajamas came over and gently admonished.

Zheng Jirong put his finger to his mouth, looked at him seriously and asked, "Mr. Charles, where is your proud gentlemanly demeanor?" ”

Zheng Jirong pushed him away mercilessly, took out the handkerchief in his pocket, and said to Bi Shucheng with complicated eyes while wiping his hands: "Don't rub it off, withdraw if you find the money, this night has just begun, and there are still many interesting places to go." ”

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(End of chapter)