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The figure in the dark watched him tearing apart with interest,
The flesh and blood are like rags, torn and self-mutilated,
The crucified man was so overcome with emotion that he frantically threw out his own intestines.
The bright red blood stained the entire cold cement floor, and the oppressive atmosphere in the air was like a devil's grin, forcing him to tear himself apart crazily.
at last,
The man finally breathed his last.
at death,
He still had red eyes, glaring at the person whose figure he couldn't see clearly in the dark.
There was countless pain and fear in his pupils.
It seems that death is his best escape.
"Bata-ba-ta-"
The blood dripped, warming the cold air a little.
The man in the dark was still slowly playing with the gun in his hand, sighing softly in the deep voice,
"I only played for a few days and died."
"Tsk...what a pity..."
He seemed a little bored.
He raised his gun and gestured casually.
"boom--"
Hit the bullseye.
for a moment,
Dead people, brains splattered.
The milky white solid viscous substance splashed on the blood on the ground, like a bowl of tofu dipped in blood, still steaming faintly.
The person in the dark seemed satisfied with this scene.
He retracted the handle of the gun and admired it quietly.
Not long after,
"Da da da--"
The sound of neither light nor heavy footsteps left.
underground,
A mess of cruelty.
…
…
"The head of the family."
The bodyguard guarding the door immediately bent down.
"Go clean it up so it doesn't stink."
The man straightened his suit and spoke indifferently.
"Yes." The bodyguard agreed.
In the huge manor,
The warm sunshine shines on this large land, illuminating everything.
A tall man with deep brows and a handsome face, he carries a bit of the elegance and elegance of a Western mysterious aristocrat, but is also extremely cold.
He was wearing a neat suit and an expensive and exquisite watch on his snow-white wrist bones.
His eyes were dark, his thin lips slightly curved in a cold arc, and his tone was soft,
"Who will be the next person to betray...?"
He raised his eyes and looked at the manor,
The dark and cold phoenix eyes are as cold as the night,
The indifferent man slowly put the pistol away.
The next second,
With his cold white knuckles, he twisted a cigarette, held it in his mouth, opened the lighter, and lit it.
A faint white smoke is exhaled,
The man's cold and unruly eyebrows were like a bloodthirsty beast, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.
He leaned against the wall and took a few breaths.
Soon, he turned around and left.
Before long,
A black, low-profile 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.
"Master, the Black Hand Gang agreed to pay 300 million for the blood diamond."
The man had a cigarette in his mouth and glanced lightly.
He leaned on the soft cushion, his slender legs crossed casually, and his deep voice was lazy,
"It was three hundred million before, but now..."
"I want 600 million."
What people in the underworld are best at is...raising prices from the ground up.
He had long been impatient because the other party had been grinding him off for nearly a month because of a mere 300 million.
As for the price…
If you are in a bad mood, naturally you will get high.
The man twisted the cigarette butt and lit the ashes on the ashtray.
The posture is lazily lowered, casual, and always reveals danger.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, head of the family."
