Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 296: No. 41 cannot let down Qingqing ([-])

But he didn't have a good education, he didn't have a gentle temper, he didn't even know how to love a little girl.

Shen Jijin is humble in front of the likable Xu Mocheng.

If the little girl still likes Xu Mocheng, then let Xu Mocheng disappear in this place.

Those who go far away, it is best not to come back in this life.

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In the dark and blurred night, the four armed guards of the Young Marshal's Mansion stood upright in the pavilion, and there were no lights or candles here.

A figure was sitting in a wheelchair, and the outline of the other person could not be seen clearly, only a slightly lazy posture could be seen.

Each of the five guards carried a sack.

The sack is exposed.

It was full of blindfolded living people!
Wounds all over the body.

If the little girl was here, she would be scared to death.

Thinking of this, the man raised his lips.

The guard looked at the incomprehensible smile of the Young Marshal, with a natural expression and remained silent.

Until the arrival of the adjutant.

The man gave a standard salute to the young marshal.

"Report to the young commander, all the suspects are here."

The man was leaning back in the chair, with a black coat over his shoulders, beautiful cufflinks hanging from the sleeves, and a beautiful branch and leaf medal pinned to his chest.

The young officer rested his slender fingers on the wheelchair.

Then, he knocked indistinctly.

The guards quickly untied the sacks and pulled off the blindfolds of these people.

The adjutant kicked a person, and the kick made the person vomit blood, "Say, what is your purpose?"

The man in the sack has been a spy for so many years, and he understands that as long as these people don't reveal their purpose, they won't kill him.

Gritting his teeth and swallowing the blood in his throat, he turned his head and said stiffly, "We are all good citizens, we don't know anything."

The adjutant smiled lightly, and stomped hard on the wounded places of these people.

"Do you spies think that our young commander has a good temper?! Say it or not?!"

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"Wait, if they don't say anything, we can't be too hard on others."

Following the voice, these agents finally saw the man hiding in the night, the rumored young marshal who was wise and close to a monster, cold and heartless.

The man was dressed in a warlord uniform, mainly black, with a black shirt inside, and a military cap with medals lying flat on the stone table.

It gives people a feeling of looking down on the world.

It's full of energy.

It's a pity that this person is just a crippled waste now.

After looking at it like this, I suddenly found that the man was holding a gun in his hand, his fingers were white and long, and he was holding the gun, as beautiful as a work of art.

"Then let's play a game."

All the guards took the paper and gagged the spies one by one.

Afterwards, the adjutant handed Shen Jijin a black belt.

Why gag them?

Why are you blindfolded?

Why are you holding a gun?
Isn't he going to play games?Are you practicing guns blindfolded now?
boom--

The slender hand pulled the trigger.

A groan.

Some man in a sack fell.

The adjutant looked amazed: "Young Marshal's marksmanship is still so impressive to the subordinates."

The secret agents now understand that these young marshals are the real lunatics.

play games?
Obviously they are playing games with their lives.

If his gun had been a little deflected, there was no telling who would die next.

They couldn't see the emotion in the young commander's eyes, they could only see the sullen curl of his lips,
"Everyone, be careful. It's best not to move around. Otherwise, you won't know who the bullet hit."

(End of this chapter)