The Duke's little ancestor slipped away again

"Lei Zhi, are you sure this will really work?"

Tang Enmu looked at the pot lid-like thing in front of him with suspicion, which was only connected by a few iron wires.

"It should work. My father taught me this when I was a kid. I've never used it before, but I think we can give it a try."

Lei Zhi carefully placed the simple signal receiver by the window, and then entered the serial code left by Rocks on his mobile phone.

A few minutes later, the phone screen suddenly flashed, and then a not very clear picture of the office next door appeared.

Empire State Building.

"Come and see."

Rocks had a smile on his face.

"This is?"

The picture with some snowflakes made Asim frown slightly.

"After sending the young master and Lei Zhi to the young lady's place, I left a string of codes. This was passed on by Lei Zhi."

"Brendo has given all his skills to this kid."

Bourne was also very satisfied with Lei Zhi.

“Can the picture be clearer?”

Asim's eyes hurt from looking at the screen full of snow dots.

"What's wrong?"

Rocks asked while his hands kept moving. After a while, the picture on the computer became clear and the characters in it became more real.

"Bourne, come and see, this person...why does he look familiar to me? But I can't remember where I've seen him before?"

"This man should be Henry's seldom-seen assistant, and the woman next to him...Wen Yali?"

Bourne looked in the direction where Asim's finger pointed. He had seen Moses once before, when he was in the old house, and it was just the woman next to him. When he saw her carefully, he was really shocked.

"If this man is really Henry's assistant, then it is very likely that he is controlling everything that remains after Henry's death."

"This man is not simple. He was able to stay by Henry's side for so long without being discovered."

"Why do I feel like...his eyes are looking for...revenge?"

Mo Xi's eyes inadvertently glanced in front of the camera, and Asim, who had been staring at him, sensitively caught the flash of pleasure in his eyes, that kind of wanton pleasure.

"Take a good look at this person, maybe we can help him without causing any harm."

Bourne's eyes turned slightly, and an immature idea came to his mind.

-

"Mr. Moshi~"

Wen Yali called out softly, and her body wanted to get closer like a boneless person.

"I'm not Henry. None of your tricks will work on me."

The obvious disdain in Mo Xi's eyes made Wen Yali pause in her move to approach him, but it was only for a moment.

"Really? If it's really useless... then how do you explain this... Mr. Moshi?"

Wen Yali's gaze moved all the way downward, finally stopping at a certain restless position.

"It's just a physiological reaction. Even if I really need it, it's not something that someone like you who can be toyed with at will can do."

"You think I'm dirty, but how precious are you, Mr. Moxie? I heard Henry say it with my own ears. He said... Mr. Moxie's body tastes particularly... mmm... mmm."

A large white hand tightly pinched her neck, and the sudden feeling of suffocation made Wen Yali roll her eyes continuously.

"you know too much!"

Click!

Wen Yali's struggling hands and feet suddenly lost strength and fell to both sides of her body.

"Throw it out!"

"Yes."

Two expressionless men grabbed Wen Yali's body, one by one arm, and walked out.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this man is really cruel."

"Doctor Ruan knows that you are so kind and considerate to women?"

Asim rolled his eyes at him.

"You are so considerate, why are you still single?"

Who wouldn't hurt each other?

"If you don't solve the stock issue, what do you think the adults will do to you when they wake up?"

Asim poured a bucket of cold water on them, chilling them to the bone.

-

hospital.

"Mu Mu!"

"Mu Yatou!"

"Mom, mother, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have made you worried."

Mu Mu, looking pale, appeared at the door of Vaughn's ward with the help of Ryan.

"Ryan, let's go in first."

In the ICU ward, Vaughn was still lying on the bed, and the swelling in his arm had spread to his arm.

"Have someone prepare enough plasma. All the blood in Vaughn's arm must be drained."

The lights in the operating room came on. Mu Mu held a ginseng slice in his mouth and slashed with the knife. Black blood, which could no longer be called fresh blood, spurted out from Vaughn's wrist due to the swelling.

As the black blood flowed out, fresh blood was continuously injected from the other arm. One bag, two bags, three bags, four bags, five bags. The 2000cc plasma transfusion made Ryan terrified. You know, this was equivalent to replacing all the blood in Vaughn's body. A normal person would have died long ago if he had done this.

"Ryan, it's your turn."