Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 71 You are my only weakness (5) (Gageng)

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  The figure in the dark watched him tearing up with interest,

   Flesh is like rags, torn, self-mutilated,

  The man who was crucified was so emotional that he frantically threw off his intestines.

  The dark red blood stained the entire cold concrete floor, and the oppressive atmosphere in the air was like a devil's grin, forcing him to crazily tear himself apart.

at last,

  The man finally breathed his last.

   At death,

  He still had red eyes, staring at the person who couldn't see clearly in the dark,

   In the pupils, there are countless pains and fears.

  It seems that death is his best relief.

   "Bada—batta—"

  Blood dripped, warming the icy air a bit.

  The person in the dark is still playing with the gun in his hand slowly, sighing long and softly in the thick tone,

   "After playing for a few days, I died."

   "Tsk... what a pity..."

  He seemed a little uninterested.

  Raising the gun, he gestured casually.

"boom-"

   Hit the bullseye.

  In an instant,

   Dead people, brains splattered.

   Milky white solid viscous, splashed on the blood on the ground, like a bowl of tofu brain stained with blood, still steaming faintly.

  The people in the dark seem to be satisfied with this scene.

  The handle of the gun was retracted, quietly admiring it.

   Soon,

"Da da da-"

  The sound of footsteps that were not light or heavy, left.

underground,

  A mess and cruelty.

  …

  …

   "The head of the house."

  The bodyguard guarding the door immediately bowed down.

   "Go and clean up, don't stink."

  The man straightened his suit, his tone indifferent.

   "Yes." The bodyguard responded.

  In the huge manor,

  The warm sun shines on this large land, illuminating everything.

  A tall man with deep browbones and a handsome face, with a touch of dignity and elegance of a mysterious western aristocrat, but extremely cold.

  He was wearing a neat suit, with a delicate and expensive watch on his snow-white wrist bones,

  The eyes are dark, the thin lips are slightly curved in a cold arc, and the tone is soft,

   "The next person to betray...will be, who?"

  He raised his eyes and looked at the manor,

  The dark and cold phoenix eyes are as cold as the night,

  Indifferent and heartless people, slowly put the pistol away.

  The next second,

  With his cold white finger bones, he twisted a cigarette, held it in his mouth, turned on the lighter, and lit it.

  A faint white smoke spits out,

  The man's indifferent and unruly eyes looked like a bloodthirsty beast, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body.

  He leaned against the wall and took two breaths.

   Soon, he turned and left.

   Not long after,

  A black low-key car slowly drove away from the manor.

  In the car,

  A middle-aged man, leaning on a cane, handed him the document in his hand.

   "Patriarch, the Black Hand gang agreed to 300 million for that blood diamond."

  The man had a cigarette in his mouth and glanced lightly.

  He leaned on the soft cushion, his slender legs tilted up at will, his deep voice was lazy,

   "It was 300 million before, but now..."

   "I want 600 million."

  Those who are gangsters are best at... sitting on the ground and raising prices.

  Before, because of a mere 300 million yuan, the other party had tortured him for nearly a month, and he was already impatient.

   As for the price...

  I'm in a bad mood, naturally, I'm about to get high.

  The man twisted the cigarette butt, and lit some ash on the ashtray.

  The posture is lazily downcast, loose, and reveals danger all the time.

  The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, Patriarch."

  (end of this chapter)