Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

"Barrett, twenty." The broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man dressed in black easily jumped onto the stage with one hand, "This man is mine."

When the stage spotlight hit this person, the people in the audience suddenly gasped.

"You..." The person holding the trumpet was stunned, "Li Zheng, you can't hold twenty snipers in these two bags."

Li Zheng pointed to the small round table where she was sitting just now, there were still a few bags piled up there.

The trumpet man waved his hand, and several subordinates gathered the bags together. After opening and counting, the subordinates nodded to the trumpet man.

Li Zheng turned her head to look at the trumpeter man stretching out his right hand, "Medicine."

The trumpet man handed the bottle of brain fragments to Li Zheng.

Next, Li Zheng squatted down in front of Ling Huang to untie the rope for him, helped Ling Huang stand up, and put the medicine bottle back into Ling Huang's pocket. The whole process was silent.

"Hey, well, let's look at the next lot." The trumpet man signaled to his subordinates.

Several people removed the rope from the stage, and brought up a veiled woman from the backstage.

Li Zheng raised one arm and walked off the stage unsteadily, and heard the trumpet man say on the stage: "This girl is Feng Keqin, 21 years old..."

Ling Huang suddenly turned his head and stared at the woman, he remembered her name.

"Why, do you want to save her again?" Li Zheng said coldly.

"No." Ling Huang's voice sounded like a duck squawking dryly. He cleared his throat and turned around to follow Li Zheng's footsteps. "How could she be auctioned off?"

"She used you as a bargaining chip, negotiated terms with the Chamber of Commerce, and asked the Chamber of Commerce to shoot me." Li Zheng stretched his hand forward and pushed open the gate of the venue. The moonlight outside was bright, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Ling Huang sighed softly, "How did you recognize me?"

The previous meeting, Ling Huang's face of embarrassment was sooty, but he himself remembered it deeply, and he didn't think that appearance could be remembered by Li Zheng.

"The chamber of commerce sent me a letter saying that a friend of mine made an auction and asked me if I was interested." Li Zheng glanced at Ling Huang slightly, "I didn't recognize you, but I recognized the bottle of medicine."

"Then why did you save me?" Ling Huang asked.

"Help you?" Li Zheng's smile grew stronger and colder, and he scrutinized Ling Huang's face with squinted eyes.

Then he gathered strength in his hand and punched Ling Huang in the stomach.

Already hungry and thirsty, he lost the strength to walk. After suffering such a blow, Ling Huang only grunted and tilted his head in the direction of Lizheng, and fainted.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by cold water, and Ling Huang used his hands to block the cold water.

He was chained to death with a lock around his neck, and a pair of black field boots were in front of him.

Li Zheng held the shower head condescendingly, bypassing Ling Huang's hands, and poured water from the top of his head. With the other hand, he grabbed a bottle and threw it on Ling Huang, followed by the shower head, which he also threw heavily on Ling Huang. arms.

"Wash and dry before going out. Opposite is the kitchen, let's cook." Li Zheng finished explaining with a cold face, walked out of the shower cubicle and rubbed the soles of his shoes on the floor mat, and then remembered something, "The ingredients are only for one person. If you dare to steal it, you will be my food tomorrow."

"..." Ling Huang huddled and grabbed the shower head, poured a few sips of water into his mouth and swallowed it.

The water smelled strongly of rust, but he still had no room to be picky.

Scratching his body with the shower gel left by Li Zheng, he stood on the floor mat and grabbed the towel hanging on the wall next to him to dry himself. Seeing a stool next to the toilet, he was wearing the same style of black overalls as Li Zheng. After putting on the suit, I took a closer look at the environment.

It's very strange that Li Zheng actually lives in such a clean and tidy house with complete facilities in this war-torn chaotic world.

The iron chain around his neck was tied to the water pipe under the sink, and the length of the chain was just long enough for Ling Huang to move about in the bathroom and the opposite kitchen.

Walking to the kitchen, he glanced at the living room in the hallway, and seeing Li Zheng reclined on the sofa reading a book, Ling Huang was startled.

What peaceful scene?There is water and electricity supply in this house, and the hobby of the cold-blooded killer is reading and self-improvement?