Killer in the Coffin

Seeing that Wei was holding his glass but not drinking, Nong Xue Jia picked up her glass and touched it with his, gently taking a sip, then looked at Tom who was unlocking the door, then looked at the time and calmly said, "There are only two minutes left to end the predetermined time. It seems that your last lock is a bit special, that guy who owes a beating seems to be anxious."

Julian. Grayson was the one who was most concerned about the gambling scene. He had been secretly observing Tom the entire time, and upon hearing Nong Xuejia's words, he couldn't help but look curiously at Wei Yi, asking softly, "In the end, other than the lock being twice the size of the nine previous locks, I don't think there's anything special about it. Why does it seem like Tom has encountered the most difficult lock in the world?"

"I'm curious too. Quickly explain it to me. When I get back, I'll look for a lock like this. After modifying it myself, I'll use it to fool Uncle De who likes to brag. " Nong Xuejia's interest was also piqued.

"You want to know?" Wei Yi smiled softly.

Nong and Julian. Grayson nodded vigorously, then put his head a little closer to Vi to listen.

"No comment." Wei Yi suddenly gave such an answer, imitating the way a pervert played the case.

The pervert didn't say anything just now because it really didn't know the mystery of the last lock, and Wei Yi didn't because he knew that walls had ears, and he wouldn't reveal his secret until the bet was settled. This was the principle of an Asura killer's treatment of secrets — once the secret was revealed, the secret would definitely exist.

"You're asking for a beating!" Nong Xuejia raised her fist angrily, but she didn't stop. The gambling was almost over, there was no need to 'threaten' Wei to reveal the secret.

"This Asian guy is really calm. He won't really leave the big miss of Wei Ke here when he loses, will he?"

"He doesn't have that kind of courage. Otherwise, Nong Shiqiang would definitely not let him off!"

"He dares to make a bet with a member of the Wei family, he sure is brave." If he really loses, he will definitely be torn into pieces on the street. "

"However, from how anxious Tom is, this Asian might not lose."

"Tom might really lose. He really pitied that coquettish Russell. If only he could lose her to me!"

The discussion in the hall never stopped, and the end of the match became intriguing.

"Is it finally the end?"

In the corner of the smoking area, the middle-aged man wearing a peaked beak hat finally stopped smoking. He pushed down his hat, glanced at the old man in the opposite corner and took out his mobile phone.

Before the middle-aged man made his call, he lit up another cigarette, took a long drag, dialed a number on his phone, and said in a low, muffled voice, "Young Master, everything has gone smoothly, they didn't notice we messed with the wine."

"Really?" The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before he said in a deep voice, "There must not be any mistakes. The Asian man beside her is not simple. I have yet to find out his true identity."

The middle-aged man stopped smoking and looked at Wei Yi. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "He also drank the medicinal wine we prepared for Nong Xue Jia."

"What?" Didn't you progress very smoothly? How did you let that damned fellow drink the medicinal wine? " The voice on the other end of the line was somewhat angry.

"There seems to be a problem with the pawn we secretly set up. She didn't follow the route we set up, so I could only use the medicine along with that guy." The mysterious middle-aged man took another deep drag on his cigarette.

"Julian. "The chess piece, Grayson, will not move for now, leaving Tom to fumble around on his own." The man on the other end of the line frowned, though he seemed to have expected such a turn of events.

"What's wrong, if we don't use this chess piece, how will Young Master break through Nong Xue Jia's inner defense line?" The mysterious middle-aged man was puzzled. He looked through the smoke in front of him at Julian, who was still under the lights. Grayson, who was drinking with her best friend, had no idea that someone was scheming against her and the girl across from her.

"Something has happened to Julian's mother. We need to get out of this as soon as possible before Julian finds out that her own mother is dead." The youth on the other end of the phone replied. Accompanied by a long breath, it sounded like someone was exhaling smoke.

"Young Master, don't smoke." The mysterious middle-aged man said indifferently. He was curious to see what had happened to Julian's mother that caused him to act so strangely. Grayson's biological mother had died.

Despite his curiosity, the mysterious middle-aged man did not ask him the reason. He temporarily did not have to ask about matters that he should not have cared about.

"This is a smoke simulation, not real." The person on the other end of the line answered. After a short pause, he said, "Everything isn't suspicious of us, right?"

"Young master, don't worry. Your subordinate will do everything perfectly." The mysterious middle-aged man took another drag of the cigarette: "Even if we have doubts about what happened tonight, it will only make people suspect Tom and Russell. We won't be able to find anything related to us."

"Very well, I will immediately head to the bar to carry out my final plan." The person on the other end of the phone thought for a bit, "That Asian named 'Wei Yi' might be a big deal. I can't be careless. You have to watch him closely."

"Don't worry young master, I've already bribed Tom's men and arranged for our men to be under Tom's command. If that Asian has any influence on our plan, I will have them deal with that guy in a tough way and take revenge for young master."

"I am at ease with what you have to do. Remember, Tom is a good card, and since we are going to use it, this time we are going to let it play out all its value. " The voice on the other end of the line was grim and hard, not at all in tune with his actual age.

"Got it." The mysterious middle-aged man replied.

"Keep an eye on Tom as well, don't let that trash really set his sights on my woman." The young man's voice was laced with a hint of conspiracy as he glared viciously at the iPai in his hands.

"Understood." The mysterious man raised his eyes from his cap and looked at the old man who was drinking wine. He wanted to continue speaking to the phone, but the call was already ended.

"Wei Yi..." If it wasn't for the fact that I have a mission, I would definitely have cut you into a thousand pieces! "

The teenager who had hung up the phone muttered viciously to the iPad in his hands. Inside the iPad was a short video that was being played repeatedly. In the video:

An Asian man violently threw a kick, and in the midst of the crowd's cheers, a soccer ball flew out from under the Asian man's feet like a flying saucer. Like an explosive bullet, it struck a face-player who was blocking with both hands.

Before the ball hit the ground, the Asian man jumped up again. He did a backflip and kicked the football that bounced back. His strength was even more vicious than before. He used the ball to send the player with a broken arm flying back into the goal.

If Wei Yi was here, he would definitely recognize this young schemer who was slowly climbing out of the sickbed … Edward!