The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

As long as there are men gathering, it is a battlefield.

Xing Yi stopped at the door of his house with a cigarette in his mouth, and raised his head. The light in the room on the second floor was on.

"..."

It will be a matter of time before Beitang Yaori finds this place, which is expected by Xing Yi.

With a face that was used to being lazy, he became serious and quiet. After a moment of silence, Xing Yi took a deep breath of the cigarette and threw it on the ground and stamped it out with his feet, before walking towards his home.

The living room was brightly lit, four men in black suits stood quietly aside, and the uninvited host and guest sat on the sofa, as if they had been waiting for him for a long time.

Xing took a look at the uninvited guests in front of him, and scratched his hair helplessly.

"Hey, even a guest should understand the etiquette of entering the door after the master comes back."

Raising his head, Xing Yi looked at Beitang Yaori, that arrogant and evil face, after more than ten years of changes, has changed from youthful and frivolous to mature and stable.

The impressive handsome facial features have not changed much, and Xing Yi can recognize them at a glance.

"It's not a good habit to break into someone's house casually."

"There is no one in the office with the work signboard, isn't your boss a bit too irresponsible?"

"The boss is also a human being, and he has three urgencies."

Xing Yi smiled lightly and walked in.

Beitang Yaori looked at the handsome big boy in front of him, the outline with staring eyebrows seemed a bit like that immature boy.

It's just that the boy in his memory would never show such a sunny and healthy smile.

"Sir, come to my office so late, what commission do you have?"

"I heard that as long as I entrust you with the work, you can do it 100%?"

"Naturally, any lost pets, helping neighbors to look after children, being a housekeeper or entrusting delivery of anything can be fine."

Sitting on the sofa opposite Beitang Yaori, Xing clearly marked the cost of his work at first.Beitang Yaori just raised his lips slightly, looking at the man in front of him.

"How much does it cost to kill?"

"..."

Beitang Yaori interrupted Xing Yi's words in a flat tone, he wanted to see how calm this guy in front of him could be.

Xing Yi was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the four big bodyguards with murderous faces standing behind Beitang Yaori.

"Underworld? Are you guys underworld? I'm sorry, we don't accept violations of law and discipline."

"Anyway, you've already taken so many lives, so why not have one more?"

"Hey, at least you are an adult now, and you have to be responsible for what you say. I will sue you for defamation for your unsubstantiated nonsense."

"..."

Beitang Yaori's eyes turned cold, and the concave curve at the corners of his mouth became deeper and deeper.

Xing Yi gave a sleepy huff, raised Erlang's legs, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it again.

"You're still visiting my house so late, tell me what's the purpose?"

"Of course it's an entrusted job."

"Entrusted work? Why do I feel like I'm here to mess with my business?"

Beitang Yaori put his arms around his chest, usually looking at the calmly smoking man opposite him.

"It's your fault, I don't have that much free time."

"..."

"I always thought that you died gloriously for the country, but I never thought that you are still alive now."

"..."

There was a hint of killing intent in Beitang Yaori's sarcastically cold tone.He will never forget how his more than 100 soldiers died tragically on the battlefield.