Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Hearing this, Iverson's face looked uglier than eating shit.

This group of idiots are more likely to fail than succeed.

"You go to the cell, take the people out, and tell everyone to gather over there in the hall."

"yes."

When Iverson rushed to the hall, his eyes became even more gloomy when he saw the group of people.

He raised his head and looked at the leading man. With his iconic purple eyes, the man's identity was self-evident.

"Kwon Jingwu!"

"Iverson, since when did you like to hide in the hole like a mouse?" Quan Yimo looked at Iverson coldly and said sarcastically.

"Quan Yimo, Abel, you two are quite persistent. You chased me half the world. Is it fun?" Iverson looked away and looked at Quan Yimo and the two.

"The cat and mouse game is getting a little boring, so let's end it here for today." Quan Yimo said in a cold voice.

"Iverson, save me." Fortunately, Bai Jue had read the information given by Jian Qing before, and now the person pretending to be Matt is 80-90% similar.

"Shut up." Iverson shouted impatiently.

They're all a bunch of idiots who ask him to clean up their mess every time.

Iverson knows that the person with the most say here is Quan Jingwu. As long as he is restrained, others will not be afraid.

"Quan Jingwu, Jian Qing is in my hands. If you want your woman to be well, you have to listen to me."

There was a coldness in Quan Jingwu's eyes, one glance, three feet frozen, "Iverson, hand him over."

"Ha!" Iverson said with a look of contempt, "Quan Jingwu, at this point, haven't you looked at the situation? Now that you have your woman in hand, what qualifications do you have to order me."

"Iverson, how about we make a deal, we let Matt go, and you let our people go," Abel said.

Bai Jue echoed in time, "Iverson, please promise him and save me."

"Hahaha!"

Iverson glanced at them, then laughed maniacally.

He lowered his voice and said with a fierce look in his eyes, "Do you think I am stupid? Those two people are the best trump cards in my hand. Why should I make this deal with you, let alone-"

In the middle of speaking, he paused and glanced at "Matt".

"This idiot has been caught by you. It can only be said that he has no value anymore. It is natural to discard useless chess pieces."

Bai Jue's eyes twitched, this man was really cold-blooded.

His face changed slightly, showing an expression of anger and unwillingness, "Iverson, how could you treat me like this? I have done so many things for you over the years. You have been so ruthless and unjust to me. I will not let you go." ”

Iverson sneered, turned to Quan Jingwu, and said, "Quan Jingwu, let all your people withdraw, immediately, otherwise it will be difficult for me to guarantee that your woman will be unharmed."

"Yeah?"

The cold voice was full of disdain, accompanied by the sound of footsteps coming from the darkness.

"Iverson, you can't guarantee that I will be unscathed, but I can guarantee that you will be covered in bruises later."

Hearing the familiar voice, everyone's eyes lit up, and their solemn expressions were relieved.

Iverson followed the sound and saw two figures coming out of the dark corner.

When his eyes touched that beautiful face, Iverson's face turned livid, "How did you get out?"

"Ha!" Jian Qingqi's eyes were frozen like midnight, and the corners of his mouth were curved in amusement, "It's all thanks to Bi An, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to escape so easily."

As soon as the words fell, Iverson was filled with murderous aura.

He knew that this guy Bian would do bad things.

One or two of them were holding him back. If he had known, he should have killed them.

Jian Qing walked up to Quan Jingwu, looked up into his deep purple eyes, and arched her eyebrows, "Does this count as my victory?"

While distributing relief supplies, Jian Qing discovered that something was wrong with the man in the warehouse who let them in. She guessed that Iverson couldn't wait to take action, and the target of the attack should be her, so she simply took advantage of it. I sent a message to Quan Jingwu before entering the warehouse so as not to worry him.

Quan Jingwu raised his hand and rubbed her head, smiling helplessly and endearingly, "Yeah!"

Although she sent him a message, he was still worried about her, fearing that she would be hurt in the slightest.

The voices of the two were neither loud nor quiet, enough for everyone to hear clearly. Iverson was not stupid at all. He didn't understand anything after hearing this. He set up a trap to take Jian Qing away, but he didn't expect that she would turn him around. The army completely exposed his stronghold.

He thought he was a chess player, but he didn't expect that now he had become someone else's pawn. Jian Qing, this woman, really made people hate her and want to rob her.

Quan Jingwu put his arms around Jian Qing, looked at Iverson with ice-like eyes, and lightly opened his thin lips, "Do it."

Before he finished speaking, Quan Yimo and others fought with people from Iverson's side.

"Bang bang bang -"

Gunshots rang out one after another. Iverson's men were already in a weak position. Just in terms of numbers, Quan Yimo's group was an overwhelming victory.

Seeing this, Iverson showed no interest in fighting and turned around to escape.

"Want to escape?" A cold voice came from behind, like a magic voice from ancient times, exploding in Iverson's ears.

A chill crept up his back, and Iverson ducked aside. The bullet grazed his arm and embedded itself in the wall.

"boom--"

Iverson's eyes were filled with gloom, and he aimed his gun at Quan Jingwu and fired, but every bullet missed, making his face even more ugly.

Damn, no more bullets.

Iverson dropped the gun and took out a dagger from his waist.

"Ah!"

A sarcastic sneer sounded, and a long, slender hand suddenly clasped his shoulder.

Iverson's pupils shrank slightly, looking at the handsome face close at hand, and meeting the ice-hardened purple eyes, a feeling of oppression surged deep in his heart.

It's not easy for him, and he, Quan Jingwu, can't even imagine it.

As soon as the dagger in his hand was swung, Iverson felt as if the bones in his shoulder were being torn off abruptly, and the pain was bone-piercing.

"Um--"

He groaned in pain and reluctantly swung the dagger towards Quan Jingwu's abdomen.

Quan Jingwu glanced at the sharp blade that shone with cold light, and a sneer appeared on the corners of his red lips, "You are not overestimating your own capabilities!"

He raised his knees and kicked his wrist with his black-booted feet. Iverson groaned in pain and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

Quan Jingwu grabbed his collar, picked him up, and threw him onto the bumpy cement floor. The heavy muffled sound attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing Iverson, who was completely helpless by Quan Jingwu, everyone had smiles on their faces.

When you encounter the King of Hell, your skin will peel off until you die.

Iverson fell face down to the ground, causing a burst of dust.