Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Just as Feng Bai was molesting himself in front of Han Sen in Han Sen's room, Nietzsche was sitting in the reception room for visitors.

The snow-white lights in the reception room fell on his fair cheeks, his thin chin and his dark green eyes that made it difficult to understand his expression. Everything made him look very, very unhappy at the moment.

A snow-white cigarette was held between his slender fingers. When the fireworks of the cigarette were burning, the white mist on the top floated slowly along the light. Nietzsche sat on the chair with his legs crossed, squinting slightly in the pale white mist. Dark green eyes.

Eddie, who was wearing a thick platinum necklace, was sitting opposite Nietzsche, the fingers of both hands were tensely mingled together, because Nietzsche seemed very unhappy at the moment, exuding a cold breath all over his body.

"How can they let people go?"

Nietzsche looked straight at Eddie.

Eddie looked at Nietzsche and said:

"They want us to pay a ransom before he lets Matthew go, but we're not going to get that shipment back."

Nietzsche nodded, naturally knowing this truth, he turned his head to look at the cigarette in his hand, then smothered the cigarette in his hand, and said with a grim expression: "If I were still outside now, I would definitely take it with my own hands. The knife cut off the flesh of that bastard piece by piece!"

Eddie was taken aback by the extremely cruel expression on Nietzsche's face, and finally nodded and said: "There is an inner ghost in our family, and the route of the shipment from Italy to China has been exposed, Akino That bastard said that unless we pay a ransom of 50, we will never let him go."

"It would be fine if the boss was outside now, but you killed the entire police station in the Roman police station. Those people in the procuratorate and the Roman police station wish you could die in a cell. There are too many obstacles, and the legal form still needs to go... ..."

Eddie wished that Nietzsche would be released from prison immediately, as long as Nietzsche came out, there would be nothing that could not be solved.

Nietzsche was born in a mafia family since he was a child. Not only has he been exposed to it since he was a child, but he is also extremely smart and decisive, and his ability to handle affairs is more than a little different from Nietzsche.

Now he feels that he is very passive. That guy Akino is also a cunning fox. During this period of time, he has been dealing with the Nietzsche family. Eddie can only keep running towards Nietzsche, wanting to see what Nietzsche thinks.

"Humph,"

Nietzsche snorted coldly, with a cold light in his eyes, a murderous look all over his body, and a ferocious expression.

"It's a good thing to lose the money and find out the ghost. Do as he said. Don't worry about revenge. First find out the ghost in the family. When I, Nietzsche Lutheran, go out, I will take it out with my own hands." That despicable Akino is torn to pieces!"

"Boss, what if he kills our ransom payer?"

Eddie looked at Nietzsche with some distress, and Nietzsche said expressionlessly:

"Since Akino said he would release him if he paid the ransom, there won't be any problem. We've dealt with him for so long, and I'm still very clear about his actions. I'll send someone to ask for the ransom myself."

After speaking, Nietzsche stood up, turned around and walked out.

Speaking of this Akino, he is a drug lord from mainland China. He is a big drug lord who has suddenly risen in recent years. Although he is not as strong as Nietzsche in Rome, he can be regarded as a big man in Italy who can compete with Nietzsche. Drug lords have always been competing with Nietzsche for the route from Italy to China.

When Nietzsche was outside, Akino was not Nietzsche's opponent at all, but after finding you and Nietzsche in prison, he became more and more rampant. He always liked to provoke Nietzsche's family every now and then.

The last time he asked his good friend Shen Qingyang to lead people to intercept a batch of goods smuggled by the Nietzsche family to Guangdong, China, and killed a brother in the Nietzsche family.

Nietzsche's cargo was finally rescued. Shen Qingyang was found and arrested by the police because of the evidence left behind by the murder and was put in prison. Nietzsche ordered Tianya Haijiao to kill Shen Qingyang to avenge his dead men.

When Shen Qingyang was assassinated for the first time, he escaped by chance. In order to save his life, Shen Qingyang went to two prisons, and finally died in Han Sen's hands.

Shen Qingyang probably didn't expect his luck to be so bad, he can only say that it was Nietzsche.When Lutheran wanted to kill someone, his methods were really unpredictable.

Now Akino is doing evil in the underworld. It is said that Akino is getting more and more rampant because he wants to avenge his good brother who died.

However, there are many fights and intrigues in the underworld, and it is impossible to be calm all the time. This is especially true for the big underworld family that Nietzsche was born in.

Nietzsche has never been an impatient leader, he was born with enough patience to deal with these things, but one day Nietzsche will torture that clamoring Akino to death with the cruelest means.

Nietzsche walked slowly to his cell. Han Sen's room was still lit.

Not knowing that Nietzsche was outside, Han Sen, who was about to go to bed, had already taken off his shirt and was only wearing a pair of black boxer shorts.

"Crack..."

The doorknob moved, Han Sen thought it was the sissy Feng Bai who came over again, Han Sen said to the door with an unhappy expression, "Wait, I want to get dressed."

The door was pushed open suddenly, and Han Sen frowned slightly, holding the black shirt in his hand and trying to put it on himself.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Han Sen quickly turned his face and saw Nietzsche, who was dressed in black, in front of the door. The light in the cell was sprinkled with pale golden light on his cheeks, and his blushing hair was jumping with a faint luster.

"Why, has anyone been here before?"

It seemed that Han Sen's tone and content were different from the past. Nietzsche asked Han Sen sharply. His cold eyes stared at Han Sen in front of him, then turned his head and scanned the room.

Because Nietzsche knows very well that as long as he comes to Han Sen's side, Han Sen will obediently take off his clothes and wait for him, without exception, let alone put on his own clothes. Han Sen's words just now are obviously not for himself. of.

Nietzsche's dark green eyes stared straight at Han Sen, his red lips were tightly pressed together, and his expression looked extremely sullen. It seemed that Han Sen was not happy to meet others behind his back. .

Especially...in this house.

"No, no one came."

Han Sen gently put down the clothes in his hands, looked straight at Nietzsche with dark and deep eyes, walked to Nietzsche's side, and closed the door behind Nietzsche.

Nietzsche raised his wrist to look at the time, and said in a deep voice:

"You have already rested at this time in the past, why haven't you slept yet?"

Then he looked up and looked around, finally his eyes fell on Han Sen's face, and he said coldly and firmly: "The room smells of smoke, not the brand of cigarettes I smoke."

Han Sen knew that he shouldn't let that damn Feng Bai smoke here. Nietzsche is a man with very keen insight. If there is anything wrong, he can feel it.

Han Sen said calmly, "It's my cigarette."

"Yes. I remember you never smoked." Nietzsche said.

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche, shrugged and said:

"I just wanted to give it a try."

Nietzsche reached out and pinched Han Sen's chin. He looked at Han Sen coldly, and said with a ferocious expression, "What Nietzsche hates most in my life is being deceived. Don't lie to me."

Han Sen was forced to raise his head, and met Nietzsche's cold gaze.

Han Sen didn't even blink, and said without hesitation:

"Mr. Nietzsche, I have always been alone in the room. Except for you, no one else has ever entered, and I will not allow others to enter."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen expressionlessly, let go of his hand suddenly, and pushed Han Sen back with force.

Han Sen took two steps back, and then stood beside Nietzsche respectfully.

Nietzsche raised his hand, unbuttoned the buttons with his slender fingers, and slowly took off the black shirt on his body.

"Kneel down." Nietzsche said coldly.

Of course Han Sen knew what Nietzsche meant. He knelt down in front of Nietzsche and reached out to untie Nietzsche's belt.

Before Han Sen was ready, Nietzsche reached out and squeezed Han Sen's chin. He separated Han Sen's thin lips with both hands, and inserted them roughly into Han Sen's mouth.

"Suck tight."

Nietzsche looked down at Han Sen, stretched out his hand and pulled Han Sen's hair vigorously, and then poked it in mercilessly. Han Sen put his hands on both sides of Nietzsche's thighs, and tasted the water slowly overflowing from his mouth. The fishy-sweet taste of blood.

When Nietzsche's tyrannical venting finally ended, Han Sen raised his head and swallowed Nietzsche's things twice.

When he lowered his head, traces of faint blood stains slipped from the corner of his right mouth.

Han Sen didn't lick the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Nietzsche and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Nietzsche, do you want to continue?"

Nietzsche stretched out his fingers to touch the blood stains at the corner of Han Sen's mouth, tugged at his red lips, and said coldly, "Of course."

After speaking, Nietzsche raised his foot and kicked Han Sen to the ground. He lowered his head and looked straight at Han Sen: "Inferior races like yours are probably suitable for doing it."

Hearing what Nietzsche said, Han Sen collected his expression, pulled off his shorts without saying a word, and helped Nietzsche to sit down.

Nietzsche moved up and down a few times, and Han Sen hugged Nietzsche's lean waist suddenly, and pushed it up a few times.

"Um……"

Nietzsche snorted softly, his expression seemed very happy.

Han Sen held Nietzsche's waist with both hands, put his body close to his lips, lowered his head, sucked heavily on Nietzsche's chest, and then bit it hard.

"Crack!" There was a sound.

Nietzsche, who felt the sharp pain in his chest, slapped Han Sen's face fiercely, and said with a stern look: "You are really brave, you are very kind."

Han Sen tilted his head after being slapped. He turned his face and said in a deep voice:

"You are very comfortable, aren't you?"

"Shut up, bastard."

Nietzsche pulled Han Sen's hair violently, his dark green eyes stared straight at Han Sen, and said with a ferocious expression: "I smelled the liquid as soon as I entered the door, no obscenity is allowed without my permission." You, you know?! If I find out next time, I will turn you into a woman."

There was a cold, bloodthirsty luster in Nietzsche's eyes, he was serious.

That was the smell left by Feng Bai.

Han Sen nodded and said, "I know, I won't do that."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche stretched out his hand and pressed Han Sen on his chest. Han Sen opened his lips, wrapped his arms tightly around Nietzsche's thin waist, and sucked heavily - as long as Nietzsche likes it, he will obediently follow suit.

Spread out the palm of your hand, all ten fingers open, the young man's palm with a plain texture, from top to bottom, slowly, strokes Nietzsche's back, the skin on Nietzsche's back is very smooth, white and delicate, with a flat texture.

Han Sen hugged Nietzsche and got up, then sat on the edge of the bed, pushed up fiercely, the fingertips of his right hand were heavily attached to Nietzsche's smooth back, and his left hand was loving and caressing Nietzsche's slender thigh back and forth.