Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

at the same time.

The door of the underground prison of Mingcheng was suddenly kicked open.

"boom--"

Bo Yucheng faded away from his warm jade suit, and a knee-length black windbreaker lined his long body. The whole body was cold and secluded, as if wrapped in the wind from hell...

"Old, boss!"

The hired assassin recognized that enchanting but cold face, his eyes lit up instantly, "Are you here to save us!"

Bo Yucheng approached with sonorous steps.

These hired assassins were chained to the pillars, and the cold water in the pool had already filled half of their bodies.

"Save you?" Bo Yucheng opened his lips slowly.

He squinted those long and narrow eyes, and there was a little coldness in the ink-like pupils, "Unfortunately you made a big mistake..."

"Old, boss... we knew it was wrong! We shouldn't privately take orders for money and death! The main reason is that our brothers are too short of money, and they are so obsessed with their hearts..."

"Oh?" Bo Yucheng's red lips slowly curved.

He cast his eyes down and glanced at the rising water, with a dark smile that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, "Ghost fascinated?"

"Yes... Yeah, boss! You see, we didn't succeed either. The girl has done nothing well, and we promise that we will never do such illegal things again!"

The hired killer has almost been frozen by the cold water.

Their lips were purple with cold, and at this moment, there was still the slightest appearance of the killer, who looked more like prisoners.

"Heh..." Bo Yucheng sneered lowly.

But the hired killer thought that the boss was in a good mood, and when he was about to continue pleading, his neck was suddenly strangled by a big palm.

Bo Yucheng squinted at him, "Which hand?"

"What...what?" The hired killer was completely dumbfounded.

The man's dark eyes grew deeper and deeper, and the cold from the bottom of the eyes was like an ice cellar, "Which hand shot her!"

"Right hand, ah—"

As soon as the leader of the hired killer responded, he felt a tearing pain in his right arm, causing him to scream sternly.

"Old... boss?" The others looked at him puzzled.

Bo Yucheng glanced indifferently at his broken right hand, his slightly cool voice was filled with unpleasantness, "When you dare to move my girl, you should think of this end!"

That girl is...the boss!

The hired killers instantly felt that the world was falling apart.

They stared at each other in shock, the coolness of their backs gradually spreading to their bodies, and there were only two words in their minds—it's over!

"Even I don't want to cry her."

Bo Yucheng's crimped lips gradually curled up, and the enchanting face was full of upset, "Do you still dare to shoot her?"

"Old... boss! We were wrong! We were really wrong!"

The hired killers begged frantically for mercy. They even felt their scalp numb, and fears spread in their hearts.

Bo Yucheng opened his lips coldly, "It's late."

At the sound of falling, they suddenly took out the pistols hidden inside the windbreaker, and their cold muzzles were on the temples of the chief hired killer.

When the fingertips are about to press the trigger...

"Bo Shao?" A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Bo Yucheng recognized Shi Qingjue's voice, and the dark and bloodthirsty meaning in the ink pupil gradually converged. He calmly hid the pistol back in the windbreaker, and smiled warmly when he turned around, "Shi Shao."

Shi Qingjue glanced lightly at the scene at the moment.

The arm of a hired killer was broken, and there was a pool of blood floating in the pool, but Bo Yucheng was very clean.

"Ask who did it?"

He suppressed the suspicion in his eyes, walked up to these people, and glanced at the broken arm indifferently.