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Chapter 73 Who Are You (4)

At that time, Luo Xia loosened her fist, looked at the men in black who fell at her feet with disdain, and stared coldly at the figure of the man in front of her, "Who are you?"

The man crossed his legs gracefully, sat on the leather sofa, and gently shook the goblet of red wine in his hand, without any tension or emotion.

He was wearing a black mask, which covered everything except his forehead, making it almost impossible to see his appearance clearly, completely mysterious.

At this moment, Luo Xia subconsciously felt that she had been tricked. The person in front of him seemed to be waiting for her instead of the four people downstairs.

She actually rushed forward without the slightest sense of crisis. Thinking about it now, Rorschach regretted it.

Compared to Rorschach, Wei Fanxi was in a worse situation. He originally followed Rorschach to join in the fun, but who knew Rorschach was fighting there, so he became cannon fodder.

Now Wei Fanxi was gunned down by the wall by the few remaining men in black next to him, and he didn't dare to move, but from his angle, he could just see the mysterious man's profile.

On the left side of his neck, there is an obvious gun scar.

For some reason, Wei Fanxi felt a little familiar with that location and the shape of the gun scar.

However, Wei Fanxi thought for a long time, but did not find any clues in his memory.
At this moment, the man put down his legs, stood up from the sofa, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and took a deep look at Luo Xia with his deep eyes, but in just two seconds, the man turned his head and looked at the man next to him. Wei Fanxi.

The moment he met those eyes, Wei Fanxi frowned, and the sense of weirdness in his mind became stronger.

I always feel that this man looks familiar, but I just can't remember who he is.

Rorschach felt the same way, she frowned, and her brain began to search every face she had ever seen.

After a while, seeing the man getting closer and closer, Wei Fanxi's pupils trembled suddenly, "You are..."

The man stopped in front of Wei Fanxi with a smile all the time, pushed aside the guns that the man in black was pointing at both sides of Wei Fanxi with his slender fingers, then leaned slightly, and the corners of his lips stopped only three centimeters away from Wei Fanxi's ears.

"Long time no see, how are you doing?" The man's voice was hoarse and very soft.

Wei Fanxi didn't dare to move at first, and now he didn't even dare to take a breath. The person in front of him was really annoying, and his voice was still the same after so many years.

Wei Fanxi's gaze was facing Luo Xia, and what was conveyed in his eyes was a flustered look.

Luo Xia pursed her lips and closed her eyes. She hadn't felt so anxious for a long time.

I can clearly feel that this person is very familiar, why can't I remember it.

Immediately, Luo Xia opened her eyes again, looked at the back of the man in front of her, without any further hesitation, she stretched her hand to the back of her waist, and put it into the inner pocket of the coat.

Seeing that half of a black pistol had been drawn out, who would have thought that at this moment, a force suddenly pressed down on Rorschach's hand, abruptly preventing Rorschach from holding the gun.

At this moment, Luo Xia suddenly froze in place, his whole body froze.

The hand holding her was cold, and Luo Xia's back trembled sensitively. Just as he was about to turn around, another hand suddenly patted Luo Xia's shoulder, preventing her from turning around.

Immediately, a male voice clung to Luo Xia's ear, with a much more serious tone than usual: "Don't move."

Hearing this, Rorschach suddenly had goose bumps all over his body.

It's Wen Xun.

His voice always seemed to have a magical power, as if he could control people. After listening to his words, Rorschach subconsciously stuffed the gun back into his pocket, his heart was in a state of confusion, and he didn't dare to move any more.

And that mysterious man was sticking to Wei Fanxi's body in an extremely ambiguous posture at this time. Wei Fanxi tried to tilt his head to stay away from him, but there were several men in black around him, and the situation was not optimistic.

At this moment, Luo Xia heard a "click" sound coming from his ear.

It was the sound of a pistol being loaded.

The gun in Ji Zheye's hand pointed directly at the back of the man's head, and said in a cold voice with no expression on his face, "I'll give you three seconds."

Luo Xia looked at Ji Zheye, and suddenly remembered that Wei Fanxi had told her before that Ji Zheye's expression was that of killing someone.

Hearing this, the man chuckled in Wei Fanxi's ear, got up from him quickly, then turned around slowly, facing the people present.

Luo Xia noticed that Ji Zheye's expression darkened a lot when he saw the man's face.

The man seemed to feel a little pity, and his voice was full of ghosts: "Folder, after all these years, why do you still have this temper?"

Ji Zheye put down the gun, the expression on his face was only indifference and contempt, and he didn't speak.

Seeing his expression, the man seemed quite happy, and raised the corners of his lips and said, "When we meet old friends, don't always be so tense. After all, we will have more and more contacts in the future."

As he said that, the man turned his head and looked at the scattered moonlight outside the window. He didn't know who he was speaking to: "They all said that you are back. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that this is not a rumor. .”

After the words were finished, the smile on the corner of the man's mouth was still there, but before the others could wait for his next sentence, the whole floor suddenly became pitch black.

Soon, the screams of countless guests came from downstairs. These voices mixed with the sound of footsteps and shattering objects, making the sky tonight really rare and peaceful.

I don't know how long it has passed, but no one in this room speaks anymore. Everyone has their own thoughts in their hearts, and they all have their own complicated emotions
A few minutes later, all the lights were turned on again, and just as everyone thought, the man had long since disappeared.

No one was looking for it either.

Luo Xia swallowed, her eyelashes trembling a little, probably only she knew that the man's last words just now were for her.

But, who is this man, and what does he want her for?
In the silence, Luo Xia tightly held a piece of paper in her hand, which was stuffed in by someone when the power went out just now.

Feeling the temperature, Luo Xia's fingertips trembled slightly, and his heart began to fluctuate.

(End of this chapter)