The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

Lin family villa area.

The boy's figure was hidden in the moonlight by the half-drawn curtains, and his cold expression made him look like a demon from hell.

Maomao trembled as he looked at the man on the ground who was tortured beyond recognition.

It handed out a handkerchief from space in panic: "Wipe your hands, they are dirty."

The young man took the handkerchief floating in the air slowly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "It's a good thing for him to die like this."

The cat shook its body. Was being cut into pieces considered too easy for him?

It’s so scary. When the host gets angry, he really wants to kill someone!

"Host, he is dead. We should leave now."

The next day.

Fu Lingye was wearing a black suit and sitting in the dim study, feeling oppressive.

When he heard the latest important news reported by his subordinates, a hint of surprise and solemnity flashed in his deep eyes.

"Find out who did it?"

The subordinate felt the murderous aura from the boss and was terrified: "The boss is a teenager wearing a white sportswear, but he has a hood on and his head is lowered. We can't see him clearly on the surveillance camera."

Inexplicably, the guy's figure flashed through his mind.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressing his violent emotions, and said, "Bring the surveillance camera here."

Upon hearing this, the subordinate hurriedly took out a video of a teenager entering and leaving a nightclub from his mobile phone and sent it to the boss's mobile phone.

Fu Lingye took out his mobile phone slowly and clicked on the video.

When he saw the boy in the video, his pupils shrank slightly and he was a little unbelievable: If it was really him, why would he do this?

He personally destroyed the dark plot that he created. What on earth did he want to do?

Fu Lingye pursed his thin lips, a trace of confusion appearing on his cold face.

The study was eerily quiet for a while.

The man ordered coldly: "Transfer all targets to other forces."

"Yes. Boss."

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In the afternoon, dark clouds covered the sky, giving a foreboding sign of impending storm, which was extremely depressing.

Chongqing University.

Fu Lingye was wearing simple clothes, with his head lowered and gloomy eyes as he walked in the corridor towards the toilet.

Meng Ziqi followed him stealthily.

"The protagonist is so miserable. He is going to be used as a punching bag by those idiots again. After all, he is tall and strong, so why doesn't he know how to resist?"

"I never thought that even after Lin Yan died, this plot is still going on..."

Fu Lingye lowered his long eyelashes to hide the fleeting surprise in his eyes. How did Lin Yan die?

The dark eyes were filled with sinisterness and madness: How could he die like this? I haven't even cut him into pieces yet.

"Damn it! That lunatic actually cut a person into pieces. It's obvious that not everyone can do that. And you actually want me to conquer him."

"I'm so panicked."

"Host, we have some strength after all. Don't be afraid. I will protect you when the time comes."

Fu Lingye listened to the conversation between the two people, and his steps gradually slowed down. He lowered his eyes to hide the shock in his eyes: Could it be him? Why? Didn't he want to torture me to death?

As soon as he stepped into the toilet, a few ruffian-looking male classmates came towards him.

They were dressed in strange clothes and had their hair dyed in various colors. They looked like bad students in the school.

When these people saw Fu Lingye, a hint of contempt and provocation flashed in their eyes, and then they quickly surrounded him.

The yellow-haired boy in the lead raised his lips and said sarcastically, "Hey, isn't this the poor school hunk? Why is he here to use the toilet? Is he even saving money on toilet paper? Haha!"

Several people mocked and deliberately pushed Fu Lingye, who kept his head down and remained silent.

"What? I haven't come to teach you a lesson for a few days, and you've become a quail. This makes us feel so unfulfilled."

"Beat him to death, and see if he will keep silent like a quail."

"Okay, boss."

Before their fists could land on him, he was unexpectedly pushed to the ground by an inexplicably powerful force.

Fu Lingye did not feel the familiar pain, but was shocked to see this group of people rolling and wailing on the ground in a mess.

"Ahhhh, it hurts. My stomach hurts so much."

"Ahhh, Boss, my hand... the bones are broken..."

"My leg hurts..."

Everyone was sweating profusely from the pain. They looked at Fu Lingye in horror and asked through gritted teeth, "What did you do to us? You monster."

There was a cold light in Fu Lingye's eyes. "One day, I will kill all of you scum and repay you a thousand times."

"Ahhh, my mouth hurts so much..."

Everyone felt as if they had been slapped hard in the face, and they grimaced and screamed in pain.

They begged for mercy in a painful and unclear voice: "Fu Lingye, please let us go. We will never dare to do it again."

"Wuwuwu, stop fighting. If you continue, someone will really die."

"woo woo woo woo......"

For a moment, the sound of ghosts howling in the toilet reached Meng Ziqi's ears.

She frowned in confusion: "What's going on? Has the hero learned to resist?"

"Has the hero awakened the power of the god of death?"

"Qiqi, quickly turn on the surveillance camera in the bathroom so I can take a look."

"Okay, host."

In the surveillance.

A handsome and delicate boy walked out of the toilet cubicle, walked past a few people with a calm expression, and came to the sink.

He turned on the tap and washed his hands slowly.

Then he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the water droplets on his hands.

After use, just throw the handkerchief into the trash can.

The boy said in a low voice: "Get lost."

The thugs lying on the ground were so terrified that they could not control their bodies. They endured the severe pain and crawled out of the toilet.

The toilet was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Fu Lingye never expected that he was right under his nose and dared to appear in front of him so openly.

He didn't know what this person was trying to do?

Why help yourself?

He lowered his eyes to hide the chaotic thoughts in his eyes, and his tone pretended to be calm but contained a hint of grievance: "Didn't you leave?"

The boy's voice was cold and distant: "I'm leaving."

The cat is sad and wants to cry. It’s a sin.

It has never seen the host so angry!

The old saying really comes true: if you don’t do it, you won’t die. Let’s observe a three-second silence for the Lord God.

Fu Lingye was inexplicably panicked and subconsciously grabbed the boy's fair hand.

"You, where are you going?"

The young man sneered: "Go kill a few people to vent your anger."

Fu Lingye was stunned, "You..."

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and the scene of this man suddenly changing his attitude and slamming the door and leaving last night appeared in his mind.

He, couldn't he have been so angry at me yesterday that he ran out and started killing people?