"Miss Jing's mouth is still so unforgiving." Dong Gongzi smiled with one corner of his mouth tilted.

"You came here for Gong Zihua, right?" Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows, "Are you here to take him away?"

"I'll pick him up to collect his body—to see if he's dead." Dong Gongzi took a look at Ximen Longting with deep meaning in his eyes, "By the way, how does he think about my proposal? I don’t have that much patience to wait.”

Ximen Longting's face was cold.

Jing Jiaren's heart tightened——

Dong Gongziche's face suddenly changed, staring behind Jing Jiaren.

Wilson walked out with Gong Zihua's arm on his shoulders. Gong Zihua was covered in blood and scars, and his clothes were tattered and stained with piercing red.

Gong Zihua seemed to be unconscious, with her head drooping and her feet dragging on the ground.

Wilson put Gong Zihua behind Jing Jiaren, and took out a gun to hold Gong Zihua's head.

People from Donggong Ziche stood everywhere in the hall, and at the same time they took out their pistols and aimed at Wilson.

Dong Gongzi stretched out his hand and shook it, and the guards put down their guns together.

"I brought the person you want." Jing Jiaren said with a smile without fear, "Mr. Donggong wants to collect his body, but do you want to carry him out?"

The expression on Donggong Ziche's face remained unchanged, and he smiled faintly: "I've brought all the stretchers."

He clapped his hands, and the two guards at the door picked up the walkie-talkie.

Soon there were guards who actually brought in the white stretcher... and there was a white cloth on it, for the dead.

Jing Jiaren's lips were slightly pale, and she didn't know how Gong Zihua was feeling now.

Dong Gongzi went straight to the soft leather sofa and sat down, folded his long legs, and smiled calmly: "A corpse has been here for a long time, I'm afraid there will be a corpse smell... It will affect your life. Miss Jing, Ximen Sir, you are honored guests of our underground kingdom."

"Donggong Ziche, don't play tricks, do you think I really dare not kill him?"

Dong Gongzi shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of asking for permission.

Jing Jiaren glanced at Ximen Longting, Ximen Longting walked over, and suddenly punched Gong Zihua hard in the abdomen.

Gong Zihua coughed, a mouthful of blood gushed out of her mouth, her chin was stained red.

Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting in surprise, Ximen Longting suddenly snatched Wilson's pistol and pointed the gun at Gong Zihua's heart.

"Ximen Longting, don't!" Jing Jiaren grabbed his arm.

"You have a close relationship with him behind my back, he should have died long ago..."

"I'm close to Gong Zihua? How can we!?" Jing Jiaren's face suddenly turned pale.

On the other hand, Donggong Ziche picked up a pot of tea and poured it slowly without even shaking his hands.

Jing Jiaren's heart was like a boulder, getting heavier and heavier, and she wanted to give up on this plan...

Bang, the gunshot suddenly exploded.

Ximen Longting moved the gun to Gong Zihua's leg and shot it. Gong Zihua's leg fell to the ground and his pants were stained red with blood.

Dong Gongziche finally got a lot of water out of the cup he was holding, and he smiled nonchalantly: "Continue."

"Ximen Longting, you are crazy! Don't shoot!"

"Bang——" Ximen Longting fired another shot, hitting Gong Zihua's other leg, and the pistol moved up and returned to the chest position.

Dong Gongzi leaned back in the chair, squinting and smiling playfully, as if watching a play.

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