"White...Christ?" Fandh covered his shoulders and looked at him in a daze.

whitejesus - he had never heard of this name, but this weird name always gave him an ominous premonition, reminding him of something like a professional killer.

The gray-eyed man chuckled at him: "You don't know that it is normal for me to be an unknown person, but I have been to you - Mr. Vander*j*l*Rochester, who has been reborn for a long time."

"Shut up, don't talk such nonsense to me. Whatever you want to do, just let go of it!" He frowned and looked coldly at the person who was at a disadvantage and in danger. Fantasy was not the kind of person who would bow down to others.

White Christ stretched out his finger and compared a gesture of praise before his eyes, and said with an admiration: "I admire your proud gesture, but Mr. Vander, you have not answered my previous question - how did you find the difference between me and the real Robert."

The man looked modest, but then he bent down and gently rested his hand on the hilt of the scalpel that nailed Vander to the chair. He slowly turned the hilt into it and pushed it in little by little.

This is different from the feeling of a sharp knife piercing the body in an instant. The sharp metal rotates in its wound, cutting off the muscle texture bit by bit. The pain and fear of cutting blood vessels are several times the pain of being pierced by the body in an instant.

Fand even felt that he could hear the sound of his muscle breaking. He frowned again in pain, and moaned in pain in his throat: "Well——bastard..."

The whole body was unconsciously tight and straight.

"Relax, relax, tighten muscles, try to wrap the scalpel, and then push it away, but you have to know that this will only bring you more sharp pain." The gray-eyed man suddenly comforted Vander gently.

That tone is simply-

Like a doctor comforting his own patients.

If it weren't for the other party's gray eyes that were flashing with cold and interesting light, they were clearly savoring his fear and pain, just like a predator's play before tearing off his prey, full of contempt and condescending.

This must be a fucking damn-pervert!

Fande was so painful that his whole body trembled and his face was pale.

"Stop, you... damn bastard... you thought you covered up well and imitated well, but you didn't know that Robert was my mother's suitor. He never had children in his life. It was for my mother. Naturally, he regarded me as a child. No matter how obsessed with cleanliness, he would not have a cleanliness of his children!"

But this bastard refused his hug just now, allowing him to see through at first glance that this man was not Robert at all!

"So that's it. This is really my secret. He is a homosexual, but he didn't expect that he became a homosexual because he couldn't get what he loved?" The gray-eyed 'Robert' thoughtful and nodded.

"This is indeed my intelligence negligence, and it is really inappropriate."

Vander looked up at the man in front of him with a trembling look: "You damn pervert... what the hell are you going to do!"

The cat on the windowsill opened its beautiful blue eyes with some interest.

Yes, he was also very surprised. What exactly did this Western man, who was like a smiling tiger, wanted to do but was extremely cruel.

In fact, he smelled the same kind of smell in this dangerous man.

White Christ—If he remembers correctly, Christ is a pagan god.

No matter how you look at this cold Western man, he is related to the words that describe gods, such as compassion.

But he appreciates the other party's methods of doing things.

As if he noticed a strange sight in the room, the man with gray eyes looked over immediately.

The man found that the cat squatting on the windowsill was staring at him, as if he was very interested in him. The man was stunned at first, and then chuckled: "Ah, Mr. Fande, you have such a beautiful little princess. You don't look like someone who has the patience to raise the little princess."

The cat narrowed its blue eyes and screamed coldly: "Meow—!"

Shut up, damn stupid human, he is not a little princess!

As if he noticed the cat's displeasure, White Christ chuckled: "Oh, the little princess is unhappy."

"Damn...what do you...what do you want to do!" Fande couldn't help but growl.

White Christ's leisure and freedom, he was very comfortable, but only made him more and more painful.

The blood loss on his shoulders left him with no strength.

"Oh, your little princess is so cute that I almost forgot about the serious business." White Christ chuckled and raised his hand and pushed his glasses.

"Since Mr. Vander asked, I'm just talking nonsense. Your medical experiments are in full swing. Last year, I made great contributions to the release of your new drug. The turnover is 10 billion US dollars, which is really enviable. Unfortunately, these thousands of experimental subjects who contributed their bodies did not share your profits with a penny."

Hear the three words of medical experiments.

A trace of murderous aura flashed in Fande's eyes in an instant, but he knew that he was no match for this man at all. He raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Are you a FBI person? Or an Interpol, why... want to be a messenger of justice? Don't forget that without our new medicines... how many people will die in illness and human progress is inevitable!"

When the beautiful Ragdoll cat heard this, a breath spurted out from its pink nose and snorted.

Tsk, this is so hypocritical.

"Papapapapapapa!" But White Christ applauded. Under the vigilant and surprised gaze of Fandra, he smiled and said, "No, no, I like to see your hypocritical face that conceals your purpose of making money."

"We..." Fand was keenly aware of something wrong: "Is it unfavorable to what I said?"

Could it be that this pervert has caught other things in the business tycoon?

"Don't be nervous, I'm praising you. Of course what you said is true, but this is the first time someone thinks I am the messenger of justice. If Little Red Riding Hood knew that someone praised me like this, he would probably cry." White Christ pulled out the valuable Cuban cigar on the Vatic table and lit it.

He took a breath: "Good taste, Mr. Vander, someone asked me to do something. I want your seller's contact information. By the way, I will ask them to hand me your 'merchandise' in advance next week, that is, to hand me the information you should hand over to Robert."

Fande subconsciously said angrily: "Don't think about it!"

The beautiful Ragdoll cat sneered - what a fool.

"Oh, is that?" White Christ chuckled. The next moment, he suddenly pulled out the knife that nailed Vander to the chair, but again stabbed the knife into his abdomen with lightning speed.

Fande screamed in an instant: "Ah——!"

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Seeing the appearance of the knife on his abdomen with pale face, he stretched out his fingertips and slowly touched the knife that was inserted into his abdomen: "Don't worry, believe in my skills. I avoided all your important organs and your large blood vessels, so don't worry, you will only feel pain."

His comfort and smile are only creepy.

"You... damn bastard!" A chill broke out in Fande's heart. It was a fear that life was completely held in his hands and could not be controlled.

The Ragdoll cat jumped lazily and landed on the table-

He said, this is a fool.

"Are you interrupting and continuing to scold people, or be obedient?" White Christ glanced at the cat and smiled.

For some reason, he felt that he could see a familiar sense of intimacy in the eyes of the cat.

This is really amazing.

...

"I'll give it to..." Fande squeezed out two words from his teeth and pointed at the wall in frustration and pain.

"The password box is there, the password is xxxxxxx."

"Well, this is a good kid, but I don't like lying kids, otherwise you will happily live to see your own internal organ structure, which is more interesting than any biological understanding of the lessons." White Christ chuckled, then stood up and walked towards the side of the wall.

Fande's face turned pale again.

At this moment, he was expecting the person coming to be FBI or Interpol, and the terrible man in front of him was more like the number one criminal on their statistics list.

After all, FBI or Interpol will arrest him if he gets the information, but this kind of murderer will not leave him hope for life.

White Christ successfully found the hole in the safe in the wall and began to open the safe according to the password.

Fand's eyes fell on the alarm button not far below the table.

After the gun was pulled out, he was stabbed. The man was in front of him just now, and he didn't dare to touch the thing at all, but now... the opportunity has come.

He slowly stretched out his feet, bent his knees, and was about to kick the button under the table.

But the next moment, a sharp scalpel suddenly penetrated the edge of his legs, scaring him to his death.

"What an insane child." White Christ's ghostly figure suddenly appeared in front of Fand, looking down at him from a high point. His cold gray eyes were filled with a cold smile as cold as the night, which made people shudder.

The Ragdoll Cat meowed lazily—

Tsk, this Westerner has good light skills and skills.

He slowly picked up the knife: "God said, a child who is not good will teach him a lesson."

Looking at the thin scalpel with a cold light, Vander's green eyes were filled with fear: "What are you going to do!"

"What do you say?" White Christ curled up the corners of his lips slightly.

At the critical moment, the gate suddenly made a loud noise with a "bang!"

The next moment, the entire door broke open instantly, and a tall figure appeared at the door. The windbreaker and dress rustled up in the explosion airflow, like a pair of wings.

At the moment when he was about to die, Fand almost thought he had seen the angel.

However, the angel did not say a word, and raised his hand and threw two bombs into the room-

"Bang!"

The whole room instantly fell into a white light!

"Tsk, flash bomb + poison gas bomb, Dongfang Little Red Riding Hood, you are still so cruel!" White Christ chuckled.
Chapter completed!