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Chapter 394 "Sir, where has your proud gentlemanly demeanor gone?"

Late at night, everything is silent.

In an elegant garden building in the western suburbs of Changning, the concession, the originally peaceful atmosphere was suddenly torn apart by a horrified shout.

This sudden sound made the entire mansion instantly tense.

The servants and bodyguards rushed out of their rooms one after another, their faces full of doubts and uneasiness, and ran all the way upstairs to the bedroom door where the shouting came from.

When everyone rushed into the bedroom, what they saw in front of them shocked them so much that they could hardly speak.

On the bed, a bloody horse head stood out, and the dripping blood looked particularly dazzling under the light.

Charles was standing beside the bed at the moment, his face covered with cold sweat, and his eyes revealed unconcealable horror.

He was sleeping with his lover in his arms, but suddenly he felt an inexplicable strange feeling. This discomfort made him lift the quilt involuntarily, and he saw a horse head with wide eyes!

He took a closer look and immediately recognized that this horse was actually a racehorse he had raised for many years. Not only had it been slaughtered, but it had also been stuffed into his bed without anyone noticing.

Before he had time to think about it, a sharp gunshot suddenly rang out, instantly breaking the tranquility of the night.

Although he has changed several batches of servants and bodyguards, weird events still keep happening.

But as the chief supervisor of the patrol house, Charles didn't believe in these ghosts at all.

"Darling, you have drunk enough tonight..." The White Russian lover, wearing gauze pajamas, came over and gently admonished.

While taking a shower, blood suddenly spurted out from the shower head. The words "Give me back my life" were written in blood on the bedroom wall. The clothes in the closet were suddenly replaced with prison uniforms. Now even the beloved racehorse's head has been brutally cut off. .

He pointed at the people in front of him and asked sternly: "Which of you did this?!"

Charles' face instantly turned pale. He hurriedly threw the bottle of wine aside, hurried to the bedside table, quickly opened the drawer, and held the pistol inside tightly in his hand.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the bedroom.

Charles looked at each servant and bodyguard with deep suspicion in his eyes, and then he waved his hand impatiently to signal them all to leave the room.

Now he can no longer tell who in the family is a craftsman, or perhaps they are all.

Anger and helplessness intertwined in Charles's heart. He walked to the wine cabinet with a dark face, trying to numb himself with alcohol.

He firmly believed that this was revenge from his enemies, but even though he sent people to stay on guard day and night, he could never find any trace of the perpetrator.

He was sure in his heart that there must be someone in his family who had been bribed by someone else.

After the woman left sadly, Charles bit open the bottle cap and poured strong alcohol into the mouth of the bottle, trying to numb his nerves with alcohol.

However, Charles was upset at the moment. He kicked his lover away and said sternly: "Get out!"

All this made him feel frightened and disturbed, and he had not been able to sleep well for several days in a row!
Even the servants were talking privately, and some even thought that he had offended ghosts and gods and suffered retribution.

"Shet!" Charles shouted angrily, his voice full of disbelief and anger.

However, when faced with his questioning, the bodyguards and servants looked at each other and shook their heads in denial.

The next second, the door was kicked open violently, and the strong shock almost made the whole room tremble.

"You guys." Charles' hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and he looked at the group of masked gangsters in front of him. His eyes were full of surprise and anger, "Do you know where this is? Do you know who I am? Dare you come here?" Here"

Before he finished speaking, the first person tore off the black cloth on his face, revealing a fierce face. It was Bi Shucheng who negotiated and cooperated with Zheng Jirong. His eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty, and he smiled at Charles: "Mr. Charles, don't be nervous. We are just here to borrow some money from you. As long as you cooperate well, I guarantee that you will not Something will happen."

"Joke!" Although Charles was trembling slightly, he shouted without fear: "This is the concession, and a few streets away is the Daying Barracks! If you dare to use a gun here, none of you can escape!"

"It seems you don't know yet."

Bi Shucheng spread his hands nonchalantly and sneered: "You guys, there was a fire in the Asia Building and the SH Club. You guys spent a lot of money to build those things. Now they should be busy putting out the fire. How can they still do it?" Can I take care of you?"

Just as he was speaking, the phone in the bedroom suddenly rang, and the sharp ringing sound was particularly harsh at the moment.

Bi Shucheng shrugged and said with a smile, "Look, I didn't lie to you. This phone call should be to inform you to put out the fire."

"You. You are really crazy."

Charles looked at the people across from him in shock. The Asia Building and the SH Club were both landmark buildings of their country in Shanghai. How dare these people attack these places!
"Who the hell are you!" he shouted angrily at everyone.

"It doesn't matter who we are, but there is someone you must know." After Bi Shucheng said this, he stepped aside and a figure walked in slowly from the corridor.

When he saw the person clearly, Charles's pupils shrank suddenly, and a surge of anger surged into his heart. He pointed at the person and cursed: "Fake! It turns out it's you, you bastard!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Zheng Jirong walked forward with a laugh and looked at him with playful eyes, "Long time no see. By the way, are Mr. Charles satisfied with the gifts I have given you these days?"

"It turns out you did it!"

Charles's face suddenly turned red, and he pointed at him angrily and cursed: "Farke, I knew it was you, you bastard, you damn bastard."

"shush"

Zheng Jirong raised his finger to his mouth, looked at him seriously and asked, "Mr. Charles, where is your proud gentlemanly demeanor?"

"you"

Charles choked when he heard this. He glared at the man in front of him and gritted his teeth and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Of course he was seeking wealth and killing. You can't even tell that. How did you become the supervisor of the patrol room?"

Zheng Jirong responded nonchalantly, then quickly struck out, snatching the gun from Charles' hand, and then strangled his neck tightly.

He stared into Charles' frightened blue eyes, with a cold smile on his lips: "Look, when you are about to die, your proud bloodline and so-called gentlemanly demeanor look so pale. ”

Charles had difficulty breathing and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He struggled to squeeze out his voice from his throat: "You will have retribution!"

"hehe."

Zheng Jirong sneered and shook his head contemptuously: "Retribution? You are not worthy of letting me suffer retribution."

click
With a crisp sound of bone breaking, Charles' body limply fell in front of Zheng Jirong.

Zheng Jirong pushed him away mercilessly, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, and while wiping his hands, he said to Bi Shucheng who looked at him with complicated eyes: "Stop dawdling, withdraw the money when you find it. The night has just begun, and there are still many fun places to visit." Woolen cloth."

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(End of this chapter)