"Okay, stop shouting, the game is over soon."

The two hours of discussion with Qu Xiaojue were about to pass. Liu Zhenying, who didn't have a mobile phone, could only look up at the direction of the moon and roughly estimate the time. His cold gaze returned to Senior Brother Jian and he returned to indifference: "Now it's up to you.

The two choices before you are still there, should you commit suicide, or should I give you a ride?"

"You madman, I won't choose."

Brother Jian's response made her nod, as if she understood something: "Oh, you choose to let me give you a ride? Well, then, I..."

"etc."

Hearing this, Liu Zhenying suddenly changed his mind: "What? Are you choosing to commit suicide?"

"I didn't have a choice."

"Then I will choose for you."

"Wait a moment."

Senior Brother Jian was really panicked. Seeing Liu Zhenying's expression of not letting him go, he paused for a few seconds and gritted his teeth: "I choose to commit suicide."

"OK."

Liu Zhenying sat back on the bench not far away, holding his chin and watching him as if he was watching a TV series.

Senior Brother Jian just lowered his head and squatted next to Uncle Hao's body, his whole body hidden in the shadows. No one could see his expression clearly, and he hesitated for a long time without making any movement.

Finally, Liu Zhenying was too tired to watch anymore and kindly reminded him: "If you want to save time and effort, either slap yourself to death, or there is a mahogany sword on the ground over there. Use it to wipe your neck."

That’s okay.”

"I don't need you to tell me."

Senior Brother Jian roared in anger.

Liu Zhenying was not upset at all. He estimated the time and said, "Okay, you still have ten minutes. I'm about to finish my work."

Not to mention ten minutes, even if it was given another half an hour, Senior Brother Jian was not willing to die. He held the mahogany sword on his neck for a long time, but he couldn't bear to cut it.

But Liu Zhenying didn't care about this. When ten minutes were up, she didn't say a word. With a flick of her fingers, Brother Jian's hand holding the mahogany sword seemed to be controlled by something, and it quickly and accurately pointed towards his own.

The neck was cut.

Blood suddenly opened in the air like a fountain, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Brother Jian's eyes widened in horror, and the incredible "hehe" sound emitted from the opened trachea only lasted for three or four seconds, and the entire courtyard returned to the silence of the night.

When everything was settled, Liu Zhenying patted the non-existent dust in his palms, stood up from the bench, looked around at the two people on the ground who were gradually losing heat, but stared wide-eyed, pursed his lips, and clicked his tongue.

Alas, I couldn't bear to die, but I wasted her time in vain, and finally asked her to help.

Who are these people?

…

Qu Xiaojue, who was told that it took two hours, drove into the villa exactly on time and saw the scene in the courtyard through the front windshield.

It was as messy and bloody as the entry of a strong wind. Deep pits could be seen everywhere on the ground, covered in a pitch black that seemed to have been burnt. There were also big trees that were broken in the middle not far away, and even metal street lamps were hit.

Got one.

But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is...

There were two corpses that had not completely lost their body temperature, lying under a streetlight not far away. They were in a miserable state of death, and their eyes showed the last fear and embarrassment before death.

"Qu team."

Qu Xiaojue had been drinking in the afternoon, so naturally the guard was responsible for driving when he went out.
Chapter completed!