Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Xia Zuo raised his wrist to check the time. Not long after, all the lights in the villa were turned off. Han Sen came out from the gate of the villa wearing the black top hat that Charlie must have worn before. He was wearing the clothes of the judge. , carrying a black plastic bag in his hand.

But Xia Zuo should be able to tell at a glance that this person is Han Sen.

Xia Zuo picked up the phone, dialed Nietzsche's number, and said in a deep voice:

"Boss, everything is settled."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Han Sen sat down in the co-pilot seat next to Xia Zuo.

A sweet smell of blood permeated the entire carriage instantly, Xia Zuo looked at Han Sen with his lips drawn, "Are you having fun?"

Han Sen turned his head to look at Xia Zuo: "What do you mean?"

Xia Zuo shrugged, "That woman, didn't you play with her?"

Han Sen frowned slightly, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, he didn't speak, and he didn't answer Xia Zuo, as if he was very unhappy about this topic.

Han Sen has never been a casual person.

And he'd always felt that coercive physical aggression was the worst thing in the world.

If I did that to that woman, I would be the same as Nietzsche.What is the difference between what Lutheran did to himself?

Finding that Han Sen didn't seem to like this topic, nor was he interested in answering his own question, Xia Zuo raised his eyebrows and started the car.

Han Sen put the black plastic bag in front of the car, and the black car drove out slowly.

When we returned to Nietzsche’s villa, it was nearly nine o’clock in the evening, and it was completely dark. When we entered the door, Nietzsche was sitting on the main seat in the hall having dinner, and the two rows were full of people.

"Hi! Look who this is, it turns out that our cutest Xia Zuo is back! Haha!"

A middle-aged man who looked very rude stood up. The man was wearing an iron-gray suit, with a dazzling platinum necklace around his neck, and an expensive ring inlaid with a large diamond on his finger.

Xia Zuo smiled and stepped forward to give this man a strong hug,

"Good evening, Eddie! Aren't you in China, how come you have time?"

Xia Zuo smiled and looked at Eddie. After Nietzsche went to prison, Eddie has been working diligently to manage the affairs of the family. This man who looks a little vulgar has a heartfelt heart for Nietzsche, and he has a good relationship with Xia Zuo , can definitely be regarded as Nietzsche's confidant.

Eddie, who has always been wild, looked up and smiled, patted Xia Zuo on the shoulder and said, "I know Mr. Nietzsche has been released on parole, so I flew here overnight!"

"Who is that young man?"

Eddie passed Xia Zuo, saw Han Sen who was also standing in the hall, and looked at Han Sen with some doubts.

Xia Zuo looked at Han Sen disdainfully, then said with disdain:

"That's our new member. He's still in prison. He was the one who killed Prosecutor Charlie with his own hands just now."

"real?!"

Eddie looked at Han Sen in surprise, and said happily:

"How are you doing, are you ignorant? That sanctimonious old bastard, in fact, I have long wanted to kill him!

Just never found a chance! "

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen standing there, put down the tableware in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "How is the matter going?"

Han Sen reached out and shook the plastic bag in his hand, walked up to Nietzsche, reached out and put the plastic bag in front of Nietzsche, "This is the head of Prosecutor Charlie, Mr. Nietzsche."

Xia Zuo was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Han Sen's immature oriental face. At the moment, there was no expression on that handsome face.

Xia Zuo clasped his arms with both hands, and sighed with emotion in a low voice:

"Tsk, pervert."

Nietzsche nodded, and reached out to open the black plastic bag in front of him. Charlie's bloody head appeared in front of everyone. Charlie's blue eyes were still open, his eyes were empty, his pupils were dull, and his black hair was wet .

Everyone suddenly felt that the Chinese youth named Han Sen really couldn't see such cruelty.

When they assassinate others, they are killed with one shot, and they finish the job cleanly.

Nietzsche pulled up his bright red lips and smiled silently.

The expression seemed to be very happy.

"very good."

Nietzsche picked up Charlie's head on the table, held Charlie's hair, and looked at it in front of his eyes, "Did he die by breaking his throat?"

Han Sen nodded, "Yes, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche gave a low acknowledgment, then stretched out his elegant hands to cover Charlie's cheeks, his deep green eyes were facing the blue eyes that had lost his mind, and he sneered: "Dare to fight with me, Nietzsche Lutheran!" Right, I'm going to feed his head to the dogs, and let this old guy stay in hell forever."

"Yes, Mr. Nietzsche."

As soon as Nietzsche finished speaking, someone came over and took Charlie's head out.

"Sit down and eat."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen.

Han Sen shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nietzsche, I don't have much appetite now, and I don't really want to eat."

"Eat if you are told to eat, don't be so ignorant of current affairs!"

Xia Zuo looked at Han Sen with contempt.

Nietzsche didn't say anything, he just said to the woman standing by:

"Lili, take him down to take a good bath and relax."

"Okay, sir."

After speaking, the woman named Lili made a gesture of invitation to Han Sen.

Han Sen turned his head and looked at Xia Zuo expressionlessly, then turned and followed the woman upstairs.

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After taking a shower, Han Sen was taken directly to the guest room on the second floor by the servants to rest. Han Sen stayed that night near Nietzsche's master bedroom.

Han Sen sat quietly on the couch by the wall, lowered his head, and wiped his hair silently with a white towel in his hand. He heard the sound of the door opening and a person talking from the next door.

Han Sen knew it was Xia Zuo's voice.

Han Sen raised his head, looked straight at the opposite wall, blinked his dark and deep eyes, his face was expressionless.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a rhythmic knock on the door. Han Sen hung the towel around his neck and got up to open the door.

As soon as Han Sen opened the door, what Nietzsche called her "Lili" came into view.

She leaned on the door frame and looked at Han Sen with a slight smile. The bright red lipstick on her lips glowed faintly under the light, and there was a small black mole under her eyes, which was charming.

Li Li looked straight at Han Sen. He came out to open the door wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts. She greedily looked at Han Sen's body. It looks very powerful, and has slender legs, wide shoulders and narrow hips. It is a very perfect figure.

"What's the matter, Miss Lili?"

Han Sen politely asked the charming maid standing in front of his door.

Li Li blinked at Han Sen delicately, then stretched out her hand to stroke Han Sen's chest gently, Han Sen didn't push her away, and said politely, "May I ask what's the matter?"

Lili tilted her head, smiled softly, looked up at Han Sen, and exhaled softly: "Your name is Han Sen?"

Han Sen nodded: "Yes."

Lili stretched out her hand and licked her fingertips. The ten fingertips painted with crimson nail polish glowed slightly in the light of the corridor. She smiled charmingly and said, "You cut off Charlie's head?"

Han Sen didn't speak, nor did he make an expression.

Lili said softly:

"I like a brave young man like you the most. Mr. Nietzsche asked me to treat you well just now. Do you need my help?...I can do anything, and I am willing to do anything..."

Lili's long eyelashes, which had been painted with black gold mascara, trembled, blatantly hinting at Han Sen.

Nietzsche?

Nietzsche sent her here?

Han Sen paused silently in his heart, his dark eyes still looked at Li Li lightly: "No need, I'm going to rest, Miss Li Li."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen reached out to close the door.

"Hey! Wait!"

Li Li hurriedly said, Han Sen opened the door again and looked straight at Li Li, with the same words and the same expression: "May I ask what's the matter, Miss Li Li?"

Lili looked annoyed at Han Sen who was still cold, then reached out and buttoned the button on her chest, and said with a speechless and annoyed expression, "What a disappointment...Mr. Nietzsche wants you to take the A cup of tea to his room..."

Lili glanced up and down at Han Sen's current appearance, raised her eyebrows and said:

"Han Sen, remember to dress well, Mr. Nietzsche is very affectionate to some men..."

Lili looked at Han Sen meaningfully, her delicate red lips opened and closed.

"I know."

Han Sen lowered his eyes, turned and went into the room to put on his shirt, and then entered Nietzsche's bedroom with a cup of hot tea.

"Mr. Nietzsche, I'm Han Sen."

Han Sen stood outside Nietzsche's bedroom and knocked gently on the door, whispering.

"Come in."

A man's familiar voice came from inside, with a slightly hoarse voice, only under such circumstances, Nietzsche would make such a voice.

Holding tea in one hand, Han Sen pushed open the door with the other. He walked in slowly and found that the light in the huge bedroom was dim, and there was no one on the bed in the bedroom.

Han Sen turned his head and saw that Nietzsche was pressing Xia Zuo on the desk next to the window. The books and documents on it were scattered all over the floor, and two slender bodies overlapped.

Xia Zuo held Nietzsche's neck with his backhand, because Nietzsche was pressed tightly on the table, and he was not as tall as Nietzsche. He turned his head and had to lift his head vigorously so that his lips could touch Nietzsche's bright red lips. There was a faint glow in the light, a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, and there was a low, urgent and pleasant sound from his lips.

"Mr. Nietzsche, here is the tea you asked for. I put it on the coffee table here."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, I have something to tell you later."

Nietzsche turned his face and gave Han Sen a cold look, then pointed to the sofa far away from the bed, "Sit there and wait."

Han Sen nodded, and an adjustable wall lamp was turned on in the huge bedroom. The wall lamp stood quietly beside the bed, and the light was dim. Han Sen walked to the sofa by the wall and sat down, silently sitting in the dark, as if he didn't exist at all.

Han Sen watched Nietzsche and Xia Zuo have sex in silence. Nietzsche continued to have sex with Xia Zuo for a while, then hugged Xia Zuo's waist violently, and lashed out fiercely. Xia Zuo raised his neck high and yelled loudly, The curly hair on the forehead became wet.

Han Sen stared straight at Nietzsche and Xia Zuo until they were all over.

"Boss~"

Xia Zuo turned his head, put his arm around Nietzsche's neck, pressed his wet red lips to Nietzsche's lips, and kissed for a while, Nietzsche reached out and patted Xia Zuo's face: "Get out."

Seeing Nietzsche's normal face, Xia Zuo was reluctant to part but obediently took his clothes and walked out quickly.

When Han Sen was around, Xia Zuo raised his eyebrows and smiled at Han Sen.

Han Sen, who was sitting in the dim light, turned his head slightly, and saw the white liquid slowly sliding down Xia Zuo's tight inner thigh.

Nietzsche put on black boxer bottoms, his crimson hair was a little wet on his fair cheeks, he went straight to the edge of the red wooden coffee table, sat down slowly, and reached out to pick up the tea Han Sen handed over After taking a sip, he said in a deep voice: "You did a good job in this matter today. I will promise you that I will not do anything unfavorable to your friend. As long as you are obedient, from now on you Just be my Nietzsche Lutheran's right-hand man, but remember, you must be obedient, I never accept or forgive any form of betrayal."

Han Sen was the first Chinese member of the Lutheran family and the second foreigner besides the Jewish military adviser.

Because Han Sen completed the task very well this time, even if he made a contribution, and Nietzsche made such a promise now, then Han Sen's position next to Nietzsche was truly established.

Han Sen nodded, "I see, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche gave a low hum, and took another sip of tea lightly.

"If there is nothing else, I will go to rest first."

Before Nietzsche could speak, Han Sen stood up abruptly and walked outside.

Nietzsche turned his head to look at Han Sen's back, his bright red lips tugged gently.

Han Sen pushed open the door, walked to the light of the corridor, raised his eyes abruptly, took the faint scarlet light and extremely cold breath in the dark and rich eyes, and pursed his thin lips tightly. Together, the right hands are tightly held together, the knuckles are white.

Nietzsche is a man without integrity, Han Sen thought.

All he does is pursue pleasure, no matter what form, as long as he feels comfortable, he will dare to do anything.

Han Sen exhaled softly, blinked his deep eyes, quickly restrained his expression, and walked towards his bedroom with strides.