Chapter 39
Even Mirialia, who was in a state of surprise, couldn't help but feel frightened when she saw Uncle Chou's face.
Almost all the facial features on his face were out of place. One eye was squeezed above the eyebrows, while the other eye was extremely close to the nose. The mouth was even more skewed, almost forming an L shape, revealing a few withered black lips. teeth.
The eye at the eyebrow position looked at the yellow-level contractor who pressed his sharp claws against Mirialia's snow-white neck, his eyes cold to the point of freezing.
It's like looking at a dead person!
Seeing Uncle Chou's face, the yellow-level contractor, who was already afraid, felt like his whole body was filled with chills just by looking at him.
The fear that climbed to the extreme quickly turned into hysterical anger. He gritted his teeth, stretched his palm slightly forward, and his sharp blade-like fingertips immediately came into contact with Mirialia's skin.
A shallow bloodstain suddenly appeared, and bright red blood beads suddenly streaked across the bloody neck.
"Let go Master!"
"open!"
The yellow-level contractor roared at the top of his lungs:
"Let him go! Otherwise I'll stab her to death, I'll stab her to death!"
"Even if you are half-spirit, you have no chance to save her! I..."
Uncle Chou is angry!
The moment he saw Mirialia's neck being scratched, his eyes changed.
Anger was like an erupting volcano, making his originally cold eyes seem to be burning.
"You...die!"
His voice was unclear, and he could barely hear Uncle Chou's angry roar filled with hatred.
His mouth was completely deformed and he could barely make a human sound.
The source of the symbols suddenly exploded, and the broad black robe fluttered in the wind.
Just a moment!
The expression on his face that was originally filled with fear and anger suddenly froze.
The talismans on his body were suddenly in chaos, his face was distorted, and there seemed to be huge insects crawling under the skin of his face, and bulges suddenly formed one after another.
He wanted to moan, but he couldn't make a sound because his throat also had a bulge. It felt like countless bugs were crawling all over his body, and an unstoppable itching feeling burst out from deep inside his body.
Roar~~Roar~~
Not sure how the twisted trachea made the indistinct sound, the yellow-level contractor opened his hands and fingers and scratched at his throat and body.
He didn't have time to retract the talisman that changed at his fingertips. The sharp fingertips originally used to hold Mirialia's neck tore through his clothes, pierced into his body, and drew bloody grooves with the frantic scratching.
And then... fell to the ground.
The numb and itchy feeling was unstoppable, and the pain made him crazy. He kept stretching and contracting his body on the floor, bulging and twisting like a reptile, while shaking crazily.
Broken~~~
A certain ridge on the skin suddenly broke, making an undetectable sound of skin cracking.
White liquid with a strong odor gurgled out from the broken bulge...
Then came the second, third, fourth...
This yellow-level contractor seemed to have countless miniature firecrackers inside his body, exploding one after another.
Soon, I was covered in white liquid...
When the strong stench hit him, his struggling movements in pain stopped abruptly and he died.
There wasn't even an inch of intact skin all over his body.
That's right, he died like this. A yellow-level contractor failed to offer any resistance and died after suffering incomparable pain.
The other yellow-level contractor, who was still holding Mirialia's wrist, was extremely horrified when he saw his companion on the other side of the bed dying like this.
As a yellow-level contractor bodyguard, he is not a novice who has never seen a half-spirit before. He is confident that with the strength of himself and his companion, the yellow-level, they can work together to fight against this extremely ugly half-spirit man...
Reality slapped him in the face hatefully!
The ability of this ugly half-spirit is simply unpredictable!
Companions who are about the same strength as him are like mutton waiting to be slaughtered, and they have not even been able to attack even once...
What's even more shocking is that his death was extremely miserable.
After the daze, there was a shock that caused the brain to roar. The other yellow-level contractor almost subconsciously let go of the hand holding Mirialia's wrist.
He faced Uncle Chou with an extremely embarrassed smile on his face, and stepped back while waving his hands randomly in front of him.
"I...I...I..."
This means...don't kill me!
I beg for mercy!
Do not kill me!
Ever since he was promoted to a yellow-level contractor, where has he not been respected? In addition, he became the personal thug of the richest man, and he was even more arrogant for a long time.
The desperate feeling of being so arrogant and begging for mercy, unable to muster the slightest thought of resistance, was something I had only experienced more than ten years ago, when I was still a red-level contractor.
Uncle Chou's eyes were twisted in different positions, and his turbid pale eyes moved downward...
There was a red mark on Mirialia's wrist held by this yellow-level thug...
This is the position where he held it with his hand just now!
In order to control Mirialia's struggling and twisting so that the master could open her legs, he used a lot of force, and it was normal to leave traces.
But at this moment, I saw the red mark left on this snow-white wrist...
The yellow-level contractor knelt on the ground with a plop.
"I was wrong!"
"Venerable! Half-spirited Venerable! I was wrong..."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me... I was really wrong, I'm not a human being, I... I'm not a human being!"
Snot and tears were flowing down one after another, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. He stretched out the palm of his right hand, the palm that had just held Mirialia's wrist, and slapped his big mouth one after another.
Pa~pa~pa~
The sound was crisp and clear, and there was no trace of it left behind!
The contractor advanced to the yellow level, and the increase in physical strength and power was quite obvious. As he twitched desperately, his cheeks suddenly swelled up and his skin broke.
Blood splatters...
"me..."
MacArthur, the richest man in the federation, was held in mid-air by one hand of Uncle Chou. After witnessing everything, deep despair enveloped his whole heart.
"Me, let me go! Let me go!"
"I have a lot of money, I can give you a lot of money! You can have as much money as you want!"
"I am the richest man in the federation, and I have a lot of money..."
He begged for mercy incoherently, not knowing what to say to save his life.
This is not because he is stupid, but because he is so panicked at this time that he can no longer think of anything else to exchange for names besides money.
Pa~~~
A sharp slap hit his face, causing his words of begging for mercy to come to an abrupt end.
Uncle Chou took action.
A slap at the semi-spiritual level only required one slap, and blood sprayed from his mouth.
"Uh~~uh~~~"
MacArthur lost his voice and could only make indistinct sounds from his throat.
He stretched out his other free hand and kept touching his body...
He was worried that the next second, the bulge of the dead yellow-level thug would appear on his body, and he was worried that Uncle Chou's slap would follow suit.
Uncle Chou ignored him and slowly turned his head again, his cloudy pupils looking at Mirialia who had shrunk into a ball on the bed.
This beautiful woman, who was still in panic, looked so weak and pitiable at this time...
"Kill... him?" Uncle Chou asked vaguely with his lips moving in confusion.
Asking Mirialia how to deal with the richest man in the federation.
Only then did Mirialia react from the indescribable complex emotions. She thought about Uncle Chou's question three times in a row, and gritted her teeth:
"kill him!"
Lu Zijian had selfish motives in making this decision!
The person who killed the richest man in the Federation was...a half-spirit under the Second Young Master Qin, the head of the Federation!
This incident will definitely cause shock to the entire federal hierarchy.
And the subsequent impact of this incident... Although it is impossible to completely predict, Qin Nankai will definitely be pushed to the forefront.
Not only did he kill a prominent figure in the Federation, but the matter of supporting the world's top singer in the clouds would once again return to the public and become a topic of discussion among Ironmen after dinner.
Maybe, or there is a slight chance, Qin Nankai will be unable to withstand the pressure from the people and his family and let Mirialia go free.
This possibility is not impossible...
Of course, even if MacArthur is killed, Mirialia will not bear too much pressure - she is just a woman raised by the federal prince. After being treated so roughly by the federal richest man, she fights back in panic and kills the man who wants to Indecent assault on your own beast...
Who could blame her?
Who can blame a pitiful little woman who is already a victim? Moreover, this victimized woman is still famous throughout the continent for her beauty.
Although he said these words, Lu Zijian did not notice at all that his thinking mode was getting closer and closer to the thinking mode of this woman, Mirialia...
"Hmm~"
Uncle Chou didn't refuse at all. After hearing Mirialia's choice, he slowly turned back and looked at MacArthur, who had been hanging in the air for five or six minutes, with blood still gushing out of his mouth.
"Oh~~It's fatal~It's fatal~"
MacArthur overheard the conversation between the two and spoke incoherently.
Unfortunately, begging for mercy could not change the look in this ugly man's eyes at all.
Just when Uncle Chou was about to let him return to the arms of the Iron God in pain...
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the door:
"A Chou, stop!"
A tall and strong woman came in and stopped the ugly uncle.
Mirialia and Uncle Chou looked over at the same time. Uncle Chou suddenly hesitated in his eyes and said vaguely:
"Don..."
It was none other than the giant ape Tang Man, the teacher of Second Young Master Qin.
"You can't kill this man. Killing him will be detrimental to the young master!" Tang Man shouted sternly:
"Let him go quickly!"
The ugly uncle was even more confused after hearing this. He turned his head and looked at Mirialia who was also a little dull on the bed. For a moment, he didn't know who to listen to.
When Tang Man saw that the ugly uncle didn't stop talking, he frowned slightly and shouted again:
"Let him go!"
This ugly guy is disobedient? This was the first time in so many years that I met... Tang Man was unhappy.
At the same time, the symbols on her body rolled, and the undulating muscles became even more exaggerated.
Pa da~
Only then did Uncle Chou throw the richest man in the federation to the ground.
Tang Man reached out, grabbed the yellow-level thug who was still slapping him, and gave him a kick:
"Take your master and get out!"
If McQuay was granted amnesty, he stood on the ground on his hands and knees, ignoring his yellow-level thugs, and rushed out of the room almost crawling.
The yellow-level thug, who had already beaten himself half-conscious, staggered and did not stand up, and then staggered out of the room.
Only Tang Man and Uncle Chou were left in Mirialia's "golden cage".
As if he felt something in his heart, Tang Man looked warily at Mirialia, who was huddled on the bed with her arms wrapped around her knees, like a frightened bird.
When Mirialia saw Tang Man, her body trembled visibly, but her eyes wandered, her face full of fear.
She was very worried...very worried that Master Tang would see through the little idea behind killing MacArthur just now.
This ugly uncle seems to have a very simple mind, and surprisingly, he obeys his orders... But as the woman of the second young master Tan, she usually has too much communication with Tan Nankai, and even Xun can develop a mature mind. .
Would she be stupid enough to order MacArthur’s death out of panic?
Bringing huge trouble to Qin Nankai?
At this time, Mirialia felt a little guilty.
However, her slightly frightened and frightened expression perfectly concealed this.
In Tang Man's eyes, although this woman who was exuding charm did not use the talisman, her eyes...
But she is so clear, and her expression makes people question... How could such a simple woman have such complicated thoughts?
Just her pitiful appearance made Tang Man, a female half-spirit, feel in her heart for a while, feeling vaguely...
I seem to be attracted by the charm of this woman!
Shaking his head, Tang Man exhaled a breath of air that could not be detected to calm his inexplicably beating heart.
No longer looking at Mirialia, Tang Man turned to look at Uncle Chou:
"I sent people here to clean up..."
"Protect her! Don't be careless again!"
After saying that, the giant ape half-spirit turned around and left, the floor of the room making a sound under his heavy footsteps.
in the room...
Only Mirialia and Uncle Chou were left. The extremely ugly face looked at Mirialia, and the corners of his L-shaped mouth raised an inexplicable arc, making his entire face look even more uglier.
But Mirialia understood...
He was smiling to himself.
This smile is telling myself...it's safe now.
Don't be afraid, I'm here to protect you.
A minute later, several nightclub security guards came over. They picked up the bodies on the floor and repaired the broken wooden doors.
Obviously, these people were arranged by Tang Man.
When Tang Man appeared here, he must have sensed Uncle Chou's action in some way, or knew what happened in the room, so he rushed here.
Once the matter is resolved, Master Tan's teacher will naturally not stay any longer.
Soon, the room was cleaned and restored to its original state.
The personal maid Xiaoran rushed in, hugged Mirialia and cried out her grievances. Mirialia then said that she was tired and was fine, and asked the little maid to leave.
She and Uncle Chou were left alone in the room again.
And the ugly uncle... When someone came in, he hunched and hid in the corner, using a wide hood to cover his ugly face and body, as if he was worried that his face would scare the visitors.
Of course, although Xiao Ran saw him and asked Mirialia who it was, she was put off by the bodyguard arranged by the second master Tan.
It wasn't until there was no one in the room that Uncle Chou cautiously turned around and looked at the top singer, Tingting, sitting on the bed with her shawl folded away.
Mirialia saw that his cloudy pupils were full of worry, worried that she would be seen by others, and couldn't help but smile slightly:
"Thank you, Uncle Ugly!"
This smile made Uncle Chou's cloudy eyes light up, and he made a hoarse and unclear voice in his throat:
"Miss...you're welcome."
Mirialia's beautiful eyes are a little deeper.
She has seen it.
This ugly uncle is not only ugly, but he also seems... not fully mature mentally.
He seems to have...almost zero emotional intelligence.
