Dulin pinched Delier's neck with one hand, and clenched the other hand into a fist, slapped Delier's delicately dressed face hard. The punch was very strong. Although the sixteen-seven-year-old boy was far inferior to that of an adult, considering Delier's thinness, the damage to him was already very good. Blood suddenly flowed out along Delier's sore and painful nose, and the fishy and hot stream separated from his lips to both sides. He looked at Dulin in horror and struggled desperately.

Du Lin punched him again without hesitation, punched him again and again!

There are only "puff", "puff", and "puff" hits in the office.

After seven or eight punches, Delier's eyes showed a look of begging and fear running in parallel. He no longer struggled, as if he had compromised.

Du Lin let go of his hand that pinched his neck and shook his arms. His fist actually hurts when he punches. Dereal's face was not very fleshy, and he could always touch his cheekbones when he hit him. While he hurts him, his fist also hurts a little.

Delier, who had obtained "freedom", gasped heavily, and his whole body curled into the egg, looking at this rude, unreasonable young man like a barbarian in fear.

"You can't treat me like this!", his slightly sharp voice and the distorted expression on his face caused Derell to disappear without a trace.

Dulin raised his eyebrows and picked up a miniature totem pole carved in ivory on Delier's table, and slapped it hard on Delier's arm. The crisp sound made both of them realize that there must be a fracture between the arm and the ivory. Of course, the fractured one would definitely not be the ivory, then it was Delier's arm.

His scream had not lasted for a second, and the ivory in Dulin's hand was raised high again, and the high scream like a soprano came to an abrupt end.

"Mr. Delier, can we have a good talk now?" Dulin looked at Delier, who was huddled in the egg, hugging his arm and crying as if he had been raped, with dangerous and fierce eyes.

Dereal nodded with his lips and tears mixed with his nose and dripped on the collar of his favorite clothes, drops of red stains were shocking.

"Very good, this is very good!" Du Lin put the ivory artwork in his hand back to its original position, and deliberately adjusted the position to keep it as it was before. He sorted out his clothes and instruments, and sat on the table, "So now, can you tell me what I should do to get on Mrs. Vivian as soon as possible?" He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for himself, took a sip and directly flicked a small amount of the banquet on Delier.

Dereal said in a trembling voice: "Mrs. Vivian has a fanatical pursuit of all beautiful things..." When he said this, Dereal suddenly became silent. He didn't know whether he should tell the truth. He glanced at Dulin, who had become fierce again, and he shivered and decided to say it completely. The only thing he could pray now was that Dulin had nothing to Mrs. Vivian, otherwise he would definitely die ugly.

"Mrs. Vivian has a special hobby... She likes young and young boys, but she is not too young, about thirteen or thirteen years old, handsome or beautiful boys." After saying it, Derel didn't seem to be planning to keep it anymore, so she just said it all. Anyway, saying half of the sentence is death, and saying a hundred sentences is death. It's better to pass on the threshold in front of you first and then consider what will happen in the future.

"Actually, many ladies like these tone. Most of their husbands keep lovers outside and rarely do anything even if they go home and spend the night. I don't know whether it is out of revenge or some kind of hobby that belongs to women. In short, several ladies like to do this. In addition to running this art gallery, I am also looking for their prey for these special guests."

"I've said everything I should say. Can you let me go?"

Du Lin suddenly felt a little speechless. He looked around and it was clearly an art museum full of artistic atmosphere. Unexpectedly, he was doing such a dirty thing in secret. The director of the art museum was actually a special pimp?!

But from another perspective, this is actually normal. These wives with extremely high status have long lacked necessary care and nourishment, and will definitely complain. Some of them can tolerate it, but some people cannot tolerate it, especially women like Vivian who have special power, who don’t care what men will think or do. Last time he heard Kevin say that the mayor was the female boss of a restaurant, but he didn’t expect that in a blink of an eye, he discovered these activities here.

In fact, he didn't know that Delier didn't make it clear. The so-called flower arrangement and tea party was simply a carnival party for these ladies, and he was full of flooded hormones in this art museum full of artistic atmosphere.

The boys who were found by Delier were not at a disadvantage. In addition to enjoying some special happiness, they could also make a lot of money.

Each one takes the necessary one.

However, this special hobby made Du Lin scratch his head a little. If Mrs. Vivian likes money, he can afford it. If she likes something, he can also try every means to get it. But she likes the little boy, should she go up by herself?

In an instant, Du Lin thought of someone - Dufo.

That handsome guy who is like a girl will definitely be loved by these ladies, and it is not a loss for him.

Thinking of this, Dulin's butt moved from the table. He walked to the egg chair. Delier thought Dulin was going to continue beating him. He was so scared that he immediately protected his head and his body shook slightly. But after waiting for a while, the expected storm did not come. He smiled and let go of his arm, and laughed dryly.

Dulin slowly stretched out his hand, stroked Delier's collar, and bounced the ashes from his body, "Look, I know some secrets that I shouldn't know. If you don't want to be found floating in the Onyx one day, you'd better close your mouth. Two days later, find an excuse to invite Mrs. Vivian over and I want to give her a big gift. Do you understand?" Dulin patted Delier's cheek, and Delier nodded blankly.

"I remember, two days later, Mrs. Vivian, a great gift!"

Du Lin nodded with satisfaction, took out a roll of ten yuan denominations from his pocket, and randomly counted dozens of them and put them in his pocket, throwing the rest directly at Delier.

The money that had lost its restraint instantly turned into pieces of paper all over the sky, spinning, rolling, and slowly falling down.
Chapter completed!