The black moonlight of the sickly male protagonist escaped again

Chapter 45 Escape Plan
"Did Leicester take part of this transaction?"

There is a sum of money that does not correspond to the accounts.

Elis, who was standing by the side and was in charge of calculating the accounts, bowed his head respectfully.

"I haven't calculated it carefully, but it seems to be about eight figures."

Zhuo Fan threw the list in his hand on the table next to him, and leaned on the sofa casually with his head raised.

small amount, just
In the darkness, the man opened his closed eyes again, his pupils were cold.

If you are greedy for money at this time, tomorrow you may be greedy for your life.

At that moment, the air pressure in the room plummeted, and an extremely powerful oppressive feeling spread slowly in the darkness, as if a tsunami powerful enough to destroy the earth's crust was quietly spreading under the dark seabed. brewing.

In an instant, the backs of the other two people in the room were drenched in cold sweat—he was murderous.

Both of them lowered their heads, not daring to raise their heads to resist.

The room became quieter, as if even the air was breathing.

The man's figure was hidden in the darkness, not even a single outline could be seen, and he didn't even make a sound, as if he was born to belong to the dark.

The man hidden in the darkness paused, and said in a deep voice:
"Watch what happens."

Elis next to him immediately bowed his head, not daring to resist at all.

Indeed.

It also fits his character.

The last time this happened was his uncle.

Every transaction is coveted for such a small amount of money, and there are many years of it.

He kept his composure and spent three years secretly finding out the timing and habits of his actions and the people behind him, and then took advantage of the timing of his actions to surprise him, so that the person who was caught looked at him helplessly.

He just smiled and reassured the other party that it was okay, they were blood relatives.

later?
Thinking of that incident, the man broke into a cold sweat, as if his bones were frozen in the extreme north.

How miserable is the fate of the blood clan tied in the sun?

The whole day was his screams.

On that day, all the people in the whole blood clan focused their attention and held their breath, not daring to make the slightest mistake, for fear that they would be the next to be tortured.

Zhuo Fan just sat there without any reaction.

Since then, no one has dared to betray.

Just listen to the people in the dark continue:
"His character has always been very cautious, and he is also a little cowardly. If there is no one secretly instigating and instigating him, he shouldn't have the courage to do so."

Zhuo Fan bent his fingers and tapped on the table, saying every word.

The people next to him immediately understood what he meant—keep still in the dark, quietly watching the changes, quietly waiting for the person behind him to appear.

He knew it.

No wonder.

When digging a tree, the roots must be dug first.

After receiving the order, Elis didn't want to have any trouble with the living killer in front of him, so he quickly packed his things and left the room.

The moment he closed the door, the man turned around, his eyes were violent and gloomy like cumulus clouds.

With a sound of "ping ding", there was a crisp sound in the darkness, followed by a small flame jumping violently, and disappeared in an instant.

Then I saw a cigarette butt appearing in the darkness, flickering on and off, and the milky white smoke filled the whole room, mixed with the cool mint smell.

They all said that he was cold by nature and would never be emotional in his life, which is true.

Even the smell of tobacco on his body was so cold, as if his bone marrow was frozen with ice slag.

He slammed the cigarette butt into the flowerpot next to him, and the scorched petals curled together and turned into a withered yellow—he was not a person who could appreciate it very much except People with other flowers besides roses, if she didn't like it, he would never put other flowers in his room.

Especially the extremely pure white jasmine, which makes people have a strong desire to destroy it at first sight.

The sounds of being burned by the flames in the silence are even more frightening.

The man was really irritable. He turned his head, but his movements froze for an instant, and then his breath softened.

He stared at the figure outside the window with a dazed expression, and even the violent killing intent slowly rising in his eyes dissipated in an instant and calmed down.

Another voice came from the darkness.

"Are you really going to do this?"

(End of this chapter)