Old Fowles held a **** wooden stick in his hand, and his eyebrows were slightly twisted, and he gave a command, "Go and see who is, and tell him that I have fallen asleep, and there is something to wait for tomorrow!"

The steward left the warehouse with a sound. The moment he closed the door of the warehouse, he took a long sigh of relief, and the dark and depressed feeling in his heart also dissipated a lot. The old Fowles in him made him feel stranger like never before. It was hard for him to imagine how the old man full of gentleman division could actually do horrible and vicious things, just like the demon possessed in him. At that moment, he didn't have the heart to keep watching, but he couldn't leave, he could only close his eyes and pray that the time would pass faster.

He had a restless look at the temporarily silent warehouse, and he knew that when he entered again, **** would return to the earth.

Poor man, sad man!

He shook his head, shook out some ideas that shouldn't be out of his head, and quickly walked to the door of the villa. Looking at the three strange figures outside the door, he asked the name of the other person politely. When he heard that the leading young man was the well-known Mr. 350,000, it took him a while to work, because he had never heard of any connection between Father and Son of Froes and Durin.

"Sorry, the host has rested. Please come tomorrow morning if you have anything. You should know that the host is old and has just lost his beloved son. He has not closed his eyes for a long time, so I hope you can understand. "The housekeeper apologized to his apologetic predecessor, but it was clear that Du Lin did not intend to leave.

It was precisely because the housekeeper said that, it made Du Lin more sure that Old Froth was in the manor, and that the couple was also in it. He pulled out a half-folded envelope from his pocket and yanked it. "Please help me transfer this envelope to Mr. Fowles. There are important things in it, and he must open them in person."

When the steward stepped forward and reached out to receive the envelope in Du Lin's hand across the iron gate, Du Lin suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled it hard. The entire housekeeper was dragged to the iron gate, and a muzzle was pressed against his chin. His face turned pale immediately, and his long experience of working in the rich family did not completely panic, "Mr. Du Lin, what do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean?" When Du Lin was talking, the Buddha was searching the housekeeper's pocket, and soon found a bunch of keys from it. Du Lin glanced at it, and there were more than twenty, "Now I mean Which is the key to the door? "

The housekeeper hesitated for a few seconds and closed his eyes. "You are not Mr. Doolin, the blue one!"

In the steward's opinion, no rich man will do such a thing, no matter how dirty and despicable they are, they must show their presence in front of others. For example, Old Fowles in the warehouse, no matter how he hated the two people, he never thought of going to the door and abducting them. He just spent the money, found someone, and sat in the warehouse waiting for those guys to send people over.

So he thought the guy in front of him wasn't Dulin, but the muzzle rested on his chin. As soon as the other party moved his finger, his skull would fly out. He is the steward of Frost's father and son. He has been in this villa for more than 20 years. He has a deep affection for this place and the Floss family who live here. But no matter how deep a relationship, his life is more important than his life.

Dufo took the blue key and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it. The iron door slowly shrank to the side of the wall. Du Lin released his hand, but the muzzle kept pointing at the housekeeper. The steward was also very knowledgeable about the current affairs and did not make any misleading action. He took a step back with both hands, and watched them quietly walk in from the gate.

These wealthy villas seem to have no defense measures. Those walls that are only one person tall or even less than one person can easily be turned over, but in fact, in order to ensure the safety of their lives, almost all the villas have some walls. Something special. From the simplest hunting trap to a slightly more advanced alarm device, anyone who dares to directly jump over the wall will have a feeling of regret spreading.

Du Lin doesn't want to alarm too many people, so finding the way through the main entrance is the best choice.

After entering the gate and re-closing the iron gate, Du Lin put away his pistol. "Now tell me where Mr. Fros is, and I hope he is not sleeping. I don't like people disturbing my sleep, so I don't I like to disturb the sleep of others, please don't make me a person I don't like. "

The steward did not know whether to laugh or cry. He pointed silently to the gardener's warehouse in the distance, and did not get the sentence he wanted to hear from Du Lin's mouth.

A group of four people met the bodyguard responsible for patrolling and guarding in the middle of the night when they went to the gardener's warehouse. They only glanced at the four people and recovered their eyes. Because of the steward's guidance, they did not need to worry about these people illegally invading. And they also know what Old Fowlers is doing. Maybe these people are another group that Old Fowlers invited back.

He walked outside the warehouse without fear, the housekeeper knocked on the door, opened the small door and walked in. Old Forsyth was sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette in front of the couple. Although revenge is very resentful, but his age and physical condition do not allow him to engage in such work for a long time, rising blood pressure makes him dizzy, and he needs to take a break.

"Did you pass? Who came?" He asked without a reply. In the couple he was facing, the woman was dying, but the man was intact, and he applauded with a chuckle. "As long as You name that person, and I will immediately send your wife to the hospital for the best treatment. You know? In fact, I really doubt if you love your wife, and you have seen her tortured and treated like this You didn't say a word, do you want to kill her with my hand so that you can be with your little lover forever? "

The fingers of the woman's two hands were cut off by Old Forsyth, and there were still a few mouths on the head that were slowly spilling thick blood, and even more terrifying was her lower body, with the blood running down an exposed stick. Constant downward flow. She was so angry that she had only one last breath. You don't even need to do anything to her, just wait a while and she will die.

Old Fowles vented his anger fiercely, and at the same time felt a kind of fear that made him stand tall. What kind of person can make them unwilling to say any word in the face of death? He didn't regret it until this moment. He regretted that the housekeeper didn't give the couple five thousand dollars directly to the couple. He regretted having to "exercise" Little Fowles, but it was because of the three thousand dollars he had detained. It will look like today.

The cigarette in his hand was a little hot, and he took the last bite and stood up. Just when he was about to give the woman a final blow, a voice sounded in his ear.

"Mr. Fowlers, you're in a good mood? Your housekeeper says you've fallen asleep, but I always think that people like you shouldn't sleep so early. See, I guessed right!"

Old Fowles turned sharply, looking at Du Lin standing in the warehouse, his face suddenly darkened. He glanced coldly at the steward who looked down and turned a deaf ear, and immediately realized what was happening.

He sneered and looked at Du Lin carefully. He knew Du Lin, but as if this was the first time the two met, he was full of strangeness to this young man, "Did you make it?" He asked A sentence, and then asked and answered, "You must be right. Only you will care about the direction of this matter. Are you here to die?" He meant that Du Lin was going to rush to the two people and said Before the messenger appeared after the scene, they silenced them, "I don't need your hands, I will solve them soon, and then we will talk about my son."

Du Lin smiled a little awkwardly, he turned his head and asked Dufo, "Do you think I am this kind of person?"

Dufo shrugged. "Who knows!"

Both laughed, which made Old Frost a little confused, but when he didn't say anything, Dufo suddenly rushed forward and punched him in the face.

How has Old Fowles, who has been enjoying an excellent living environment, been treated this way? This punch directly knocked him to the ground. He struggled a few times and sat up, covered his swollen cheeks, spit a **** saliva, and looked at the Buddha and Du Lin in disbelief.

Du Lin directly passed the old Fowles and walked seriously to the woman's side ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He gently pumped out the stick. . The woman's eyes gradually brightened, and a blush appeared on her gray face. Her lips wriggled a few times, "I ... didn't say!" Then she looked at her husband next to her, her eyes filled with infinite nostalgia "Live ... Go ... Go!"

Du Lin sighed. "Sorry, I'm late."

The woman shook her head and closed her eyes slowly.

The man tied to her held back tears, stared straight at Du Lin, "I want revenge!"

He knew that Old Fowlers was a decent and high-ranking celebrity in Irian. He knew that he and Old Fowlersby and Durinby were not even a little bug, but he still said this. He didn't know what Du Lin was going to do with Old Fowles. Maybe they would negotiate, but he wouldn't give up hatred!

Du Lin picked up the scissors from the ground, untied the rope from his body, and put the scissors in his hands. "No one can stop you, this is the power that the gods have given to each guart! Go revenge! Come, death irrigated with blood can achieve eternity! "

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