Mr. Ji's morning star

Chapter 541 The Devil
The car drove very fast and didn't care about the roughness of the road at all.

Clement's eyes were rare and cold.

He didn't know, he thought that the man who was driving aggressively, in the closed car window, had a cold expressionless face, his lips were naturally straightened, and he looked colder than Clement, giving him People bring pressure.

An hour later, Marcus returned home and went to the basement.

Underground Curry was imprisoned on the chair, but he let go of his hands. The blond man who was eating steak, after hearing the movement, looked at him and showed a bright smile, "Hey, dear, you are back, have a good day today." How's it going? Uh."

The blond man's smile froze, and he was keenly aware of Marcus' unhappiness.

That unhappiness is like an oppressive abyss, dark and unknown, and the occasional ray of wind that is missed is all clammy and piercing.

The blond man quickly ate the steak into his mouth, and couldn't care less about it anymore.

If you don't eat now, maybe you won't be able to eat later.

The blond man was full of desire to save himself. Before Marcus could open his mouth, he took the initiative and quickly said: "I will tell you everything you want to know. By the way, what did I tell you before? The way I pursue women And moves, including speech and body movements, you know all of these, but I actually have another move, a very powerful one, which ordinary women can't stand."

Marcus walked up to him.

The blond man gulped down the beef, choking his throat, leaving him out of breath and blushing.

Marcus reached out and squeezed his neck.

The blond man's eyes widened, and he had a sense of déjà vu that he knew this would happen. He knew that the devil was in a bad mood, something must have happened.

"I didn't lie, everything I told you is true, cough cough cough."

Marcus' hand didn't tighten, just holding the blond man's neck steadily.

The blond man felt as if Death's scythe was hanging around his neck.

It's so weird.

The blond man was also very puzzled.

After all, he used to be a special soldier, and he was about the same level as Worf, and he belonged to the elite of the special forces.

The life and death dangers he has experienced are not many but not few, but few times can bring him such great fear.

It wasn't the first time he was caught, interrogated and tortured.

But no one is like this one in front of him, who doesn't say a word, makes no noise, but gives people so much pressure.

A kind of psychological pressure, a feeling of oppression in the heart, as if there is no hope, and everything is unknown.

You can't see through his thoughts at all, you don't know what he will do next, and you don't know whether you will be released or killed later.

There is a saying that death is not terrible, what is more terrible than death is waiting to die.

But the blond man also felt that he might not die, and he couldn't say what the reason for this might not be.

The emptiness and bewilderment that this kind of unknown brings to people is too uncomfortable.

"Say something, I beg you, even if you want me to die, let me die to understand." The blond man screamed.

Marcus still didn't speak, not even an expression.

Blonde man: "Well, I don't want to die, so I did something wrong, you tell me, I'll change it, and I'll explain it!"

He looked at Marcus with eyes full of sincerity.

Marcus said, "Sylvie."

The blond man's eyes lit up surprisingly instantly, as if a traveler in the desert had seen an oasis.

It can be regarded as speaking, and it can be regarded as a breakthrough point.

The blond man said quickly: "Sylvie, Sylvie? Which Sylvie, wait, please let me think about it."

At this time, I would hate that I had too many girlfriends, and I couldn't think of a woman named Sylvie at all.

Fortunately, Marcus gave him a hint, "Sylvie Allen. It's between you and him."

The blond man was momentarily confused, and the next second his neck was suddenly pinched, causing him to suffocate for an instant.

That blow was really tight, making the blond man think that he was really dead, and his neck was directly pinched and broken.

It took two or three seconds for the blond man to realize that he was still alive, and his vision gradually recovered before his pale eyes.

The visual picture, the still familiar scene, and the mysterious devil who pretended to be his identity.

The blond man coughed twice, adapting to his breathing, at this moment he didn't even have the intention to hate and scold Marcus.

Under such extreme eyes, it actually really stimulated his memory, reminding him who Marcus said Sylvie was.

"Sylvie Allen. The son of Miss Lewis, the cousin of Louis."

Without any hesitation or slowness, the blond man directly told what Marcus wanted to know, or what he remembered.

"I was hired to go to Louis's house to be Hill Lewis' fencing teacher. At that time, I also taught Sylvie by the way, but my main goal was Hill, and I had no interest in Sylvie, and I didn't have a deep connection with him."

"I have to say something special, but I verbally teased him, no. To be more accurate, I said a few words of sarcasm, saying that he is not as good as Hill. I can see that he is jealous of Hill, so he borrowed This is to play with him."

"In addition to these, there is also the reason why I was terminated as a fencing teacher in the Louis family. I praised Hill for being good-looking, and I can make men and women fall in love with her beauty, and then I was kicked out."

"The time and place, as well as the content of the tutoring contract between me and Louis, are..."

The blond man's self-rescue was still effective, at least he didn't suffer any torture during or after he spoke.

It's just that all that should be said has been said, and the blond man also knows the person in front of him, and he doesn't like to listen to nonsense at all.

Especially under the premise that the other party is in a bad mood, if he dares to talk nonsense, he will definitely be courting death.

What can we do at this time?
I can only pray that his sensible behavior will satisfy the other party, and it is best to leave here immediately.

Yes.The blond man had no extravagant expectations of Marcus letting himself go, and he didn't even think about being let go until Marcus accomplished something he wanted to do.

At this time, the blond man really regretted it. Why did he have to be so bohemian on weekdays? He didn’t even have a real bosom friend, which made him disappear, and no one found out that the person pretending to be him was fake, let alone someone. Come save him.

"Clement." Marcus said his name again.

The blond man said: "I've said it before, I'm not familiar with him, it's absolutely true, don't be misled."

Marcus looked at him.

The blond-haired man had a sincere expression on his face, and he was a little low-key, he really didn't have the slightest look that a special soldier should have.

(End of this chapter)