Aldridge actually really likes this kind of guy, the 'innocent, cute and loyal little brother who is protected by the boss', probably this kind of persona...

He is also a 'boss' person. If such a guy is given to him, although he will inevitably cause some trouble, he is generally likable.

After losing the first step, Aldridge quietly waited for the other two groups to end the card game. The old man's group was in a draw and needed to start over, while Lena Omar's male companion lost simply and neatly.

In the end, the old man's team also lost, and they needed to compete with Aldridge and Lena.

The second game should have been troublesome, because it needs to be played in twos and twos, and most people don't like to make the first bird, but the people here are not guys who dawdled on small things, and the thick men took the initiative to find the hairline Gao guy, and the old man took the initiative to find Lina.

"Well... you didn't find me."

Aldridge was ready to be found, but he didn't expect to be missed by the old man... Moreover, I don't know if it was an illusion, he felt that the old man was staring at him several times.

In any case, when the card game was over, the group with the most ordinary and least presence came first, the high hairline was second, the thick guy was third, Aldridge was fourth, and Lena · Omar fifth, the old man sixth.

He used two cards by himself again, one blue card and one green card, winning two games in a row.

It is worth mentioning that when Aldridge and Lena played the card game, she quite deliberately let her partner play.

Maybe it was to avoid the consumption of her own cards, maybe it was because she was worried that her killing authority would be obtained by Aldridge... The last encounter left a deep impression on her.

"I originally planned to lose to her on purpose." Aldridge chuckled under the dark fog, but unfortunately the other party was not fooled.

The group who got the first place was silent, the leading man walked into the room with a blank face, came out on time after 5 minutes, and left without stopping for a moment.

Aldrich stared at their backs for a few seconds, then silently said to himself, "There's nothing unnatural, the emotions are restrained very well..."

It's hard to say that their low-key is because of their lack of strength, but more like a behavior that has been accustomed to and maintained for a long time.

The second group also entered and left normally, but with a slightly ugly expression.

But when the third group of round and thick men stepped out of the room, their faces were full of annoyance and irritability, and they cursed loudly: "Damn it!"

He stood in front of Aldridge and the other three groups that had not yet entered, and said loudly, "That guy named Gibson died inside!"

"Dead?" Before the others could speak, the team member whose face was swollen into a pig's head exclaimed in disbelief.

"Are you sure you're dead?" Lina frowned and stared straight into his eyes.

"Dead!" The chubby man said some incomprehensible words in his mouth, and said fiercely: "The whole head has been screwed off, and this is a fart!"

"Damn, it must be the bald guy who did it just now!" The rough man with a swollen face cursed furiously.

"Snapped!"

The round and thick man slapped him with his backhand, and slapped him directly on the ground, scolding angrily: "brainless shit, who are you calling a shit!"

The corner of this guy's mouth was slapped with blood, and the aggrieved person was about to cry: "I didn't tell you!"

Lina gestured to her companion, he immediately walked into the room, and when he came out, he said with an ugly face: "It's really dead, his neck was torn open, and his whole body was broken."

Aldridge didn't say a word, just stared at the chubby man under the dark fog.

His face was ashen, the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, and the teeth inside were clenched tightly... He looked very angry and innocent.

The second group did look a little ugly when they came out, but if it was the first group who moved their hands, they shouldn't be unresponsive. Of course, the side whose interests were harmed would of course pull the fellow whose interests were also harmed into their own camp.

If you don't say a word, you will put the suspicion on yourself.

To say it was done by the second group...why is Aldridge so unbelievable?

The leading man with a high hairline is a guy of rank 4 - when he was suppressed by the 'spirit' of the chubby man, the activity of the 'spirit' was enough for Aldridge to read the information.

A guy with a rank of 4 really naturally licks everyone's beards behind him. I'm afraid he's not losing his mind!

Unless he has a fragile heart, before deliberately taking revenge on the chubby guy for his rude behavior... Aldridge doesn't really believe it.

So, no matter how annoyed the guy in front of him was, Aldridge believed it was the guy who did it!

"Unfortunate!" The round and thick man turned his head to look at Aldridge, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly for a few milliseconds, and turned around and said, "Let's go!"

A group of 5 people left in a mighty manner.

No one stopped him, not even Aldridge, who was provoked so face-to-face.

There are rules of the game, but it is impossible to fight directly, so there is no need.

Is it disgusting?

Disgusting, Aldridge didn't smile at all under the dark fog, he's not a good-natured man!

"I can't beat your rank 5," Aldridge said with a sneer, "but I can kill you."

Writing this down in his heart, Aldridge ignored the others and walked into the gate. Once inside, there was a long corridor, only a gas light was on at the end~lightnovelpub.net~ It seems to be reminding something.

Aldridge opened the 'Black Gold Body', walked over calmly, and pushed open the half-open door.

The ground was full of blood, messed up by two different footprints, messy and dirty. There was a huge French window facing the door. The curtains were opened, and the light of the double moon penetrated into the room, shining on a brown-skinned man in front of the window. on the single sofa.

"poor guy."

The emaciated man sitting on the single-seat sofa had lost his head, and his body slid softly against the position with blood on it. The location of the neck fracture was uneven, and there were many granulations, which were not cut off by sharp weapons, but violently torn. of.

As for the head, it was thrown into the corner like a broken ball, with a dull expression and... calm?

What's with this expression?

Aldrich frowned, squatted down to meet those eyes that had lost their radiance, his facial features, skin, and muscles did not look like someone who was suddenly blown up by the person in front of him. Killed unconsciously.

If it wasn't that the rank 5 guy killed so fast that his nerves couldn't react at all, then it was this guy named Gibson who had been controlled from the very beginning—by that ugly clown.

Forget it... This has nothing to do with the current situation.

Aldridge looked at the rest of the room. Although there were many books of various kinds, and the whole thing was messy, it didn't look like they had been destroyed, but the way they were.

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