Mr Killer Next Door

The oxygen was almost deprived, and the strength of the man's hands was so strong that it could almost crush his own throat.

Jiang Yu was grabbed by the neck by the attacker and slammed into the wall hard.

He saw Jin Youzhe in astonishment, and saw that fierce face approaching at a speed of sprinting [-] meters.

"I should have killed you a long time ago." The bloodshot eyes of the man who was clearly ignited by emotion screamed, "You are a disaster if you stay by his side—"

Jiang Yu did not expect that Jin Youzhe, who was supposed to be running around and taking care of himself, would appear in this way at Qiu Shihuan's coming-of-age ceremony.

He didn't know whether it was Qiu Ang's instruction, or the guy in front of him insisted on doing it his own way.

He gritted his teeth tightly, using his legs to jump up, his back against the cold wall brick.

The knee was inserted directly from the gap between Jin Youzhe's arms, and he pushed it hard to the sides.Doing so is very risky, and he is very likely to be pinched and lose consciousness at the moment of the action.

The oppression in his throat began to loosen as he wished, and he knew he had made a good start, so he kicked the opponent's face.

Jiang Yu didn't use much strength in this kick, just to gain a momentary gap and adjust his posture when he landed as quickly as possible.

The opponent's subconscious eye-closing action created an opportunity. Jiang Yu fell to the ground and rolled to the right.

"Damn it." Jin Youzhe growled and took out a knife, "Where do you want to go?"

"Qiu Ang asked you to come?"

The man approached aggressively.

"You have no right to mention his name. Without you, none of these things should have happened. I must make up for my previous mistakes. Only in this way can I get the president's forgiveness."

Jiang Yu twisted the doorknob several times, only to find that the metal object did not move at all.

Hurry up, hurry up!

A layer of sticky cold sweat could not help but ooze from his forehead.The goosebumps on his neck rose up, and Jiang Yu didn't dare to turn his head, because the footsteps approached suddenly like raindrops.

The moment the roar approached again, he kicked the door lock and fled into the corridor without looking back.

"Run, run." The man whispered behind him, "I will break your bones one by one, and strangle you with my intestines until you die. Yes, just like I have done countless times..."

Jiang Yu thought that he might indeed have aroused this guy's perverted interest.

It was obviously too irrational to confront a retired veteran. Jiang Yu nervously wiped the sweat from his nose and ran towards the banquet hall.

It is absolutely impossible for Jin Youzhe to kill him in front of so many people. It sounds like this is his private behavior and has nothing to do with Qiu Ang—and Qiu Ang will not allow a dangerous fugitive to join the banquet guests middle.

This may be the only way, but Jiang Yu only ran a few steps, but the footsteps behind him roared like thunder.

Seeing a waiter turn up the stairs, Jiang Yu was about to call for help, but there was not even a sound in his throat.

Because a strange force suddenly came from behind, and that force was enough to make his nerves lose control.

Amidst the screaming of almost dislocation of the spine, Jin Youzhe bumped into Jiang Yu's side elbow where he had been prepared for a long time.

The ex-soldier, who was in a frenzy, tried to press the officer's head, but the officer gritted his teeth and kicked the assailant head-on in the shin bone.

The two wrestled frantically and crashed into an empty room.

***

"Where is uncle?"

After returning from the family doctor, Qiu Shihuan turned around and looked at the empty corridor. No one knew what direction he was paying attention to.

Each corridor of the Red Roof Villa leads to a different annex.And the host of the banquet exuded a terrifying low air pressure from the moment the clock struck eight o'clock.

"Master, the time has come."

The butler reminded behind him.

Qiu Shihuan didn't have the slightest intention of cooperating, and stared at the old man without blinking: "I asked where is your uncle? Why, why didn't the old man answer me? Did Dad do something? Did Dad do something to my people?" ?”

The old man gritted his teeth and lowered his head amidst the unbearable anger of the young man.

"...I don't know, young master. He may have gone somewhere to relax."

Qiu Shihuan bit his knuckles suspiciously and dissatisfied.

"No, uncle won't leave me here. He still has to change clothes. He still has a lot to do? Right. So I'm going to find him. "

"Please spare us, young master—we will find that guest for you, but it's too late." The butler desperately pointed downstairs, trying to let him see how many untouchable people were waiting for his appearance , "The master is waiting for you too, you just need to show up a little, there will be no other hidden dangers. The master knows your temperament, and you will definitely not let people pester you for too long..."

A dispassionate gaze over the railing and onto the center of the checkerboard floor.

Down below is an orgy of celebrities and politicians, with sex and alcohol, and the most perfect excuse in the world.

Whether it is a banker or a director, these are the identities that people put on the table, and Qiu Shihuan can even count the evil deeds of each of them.

The real estate boss named John killed a poor man's daughter because of drunk driving. As long as he bowed his knees to his father, whether it was a family member or a lawyer, he could settle them one by one. Throwing his crying nephew into the hot fireplace while smoking marijuana.

Among these countless crimes, the only one who looked at Qiu Shihuan was none other than his father in suit and leather shoes surrounded by the crowd.

The man smiled and raised his glass to him, his hazel eyes were like the oak in the fireplace and the whiskey rippling in the glass.Although there is no language, only simple eye contact, the patience that the man is slowly losing is self-evident.

Under his father's silent urging, Qiu Shihuan lowered his head.

"This is your last chance, grandpa. If uncle doesn't appear in my sight before I return to the room, I will cut off your head and hang it from the ceiling as a ball."

He was not in the mood to worry about the threatened housekeeper, so he turned and went downstairs.

People gathered quickly.

"Little cutie, do you want to dance?" Qiu Shihuan stretched out his hand to the lady who came forward, and snatched the unfolded peacock fan from the enthusiastic lady's arms, "You like me fan - well, it's yours now."

Drinks, candy and even sweet and greasy snacks were handed to the eyes one by one, and the focus of the banquet was getting gifts one by one from the adults.But he didn't seem to care about the cake that was almost in his mouth, and he walked backwards through the crowd like a nimble feline.

When the last person was about to be pushed away, Qiu Ang stretched out his hand and pulled him to the front of the stage.

Qiu Ang put his arms around his son's shoulders and toasted everyone in the banquet hall.

"Good evening, my distinguished guests." He said politely, "Please enjoy everything in the Red Roof Villa, whether it is the banquet hall, restaurant, wine cellar, or empty rooms without people, they are now It's yours. Have fun, folks—tonight only."

People quickly took their interest elsewhere, and they scattered like a colony of emperor penguins.This is exactly what Qiu Shihuan wanted.

He tried to break free from his father's embrace, but the man seemed to have completely different ideas from the child.

"Dad, I want to leave for a while."

Qiu Ang said in a low voice: "Come with Dad, there is a young lady who wants to talk to you."

As a boy who had just gone through his rite of passage, his father obviously didn't think he had the right to refuse.

Qiu Shihuan could only endure the worn black leather shoes again, and arrived at the terrace on the second floor under his father's not-so-gentle guidance.

The semi-circular terrace has long been occupied by another guest.

"Good evening, President Qiu."

When the father and son invaded this private space, the guest—a girl with brown hair showed a surprised expression and raised her skirt.

Qiu Shihuan looked back and forth at her, with an extremely indifferent expression on his face.Perhaps it was the sense of alienation that she didn't bother to conceal that frightened her, the girl staggered back a step.

Qiu Ang held his son's shoulders and forced him to face up to the girl who raised her skirt.

"Look at this lady, she is saying hello to us. It's okay if you don't respond, Daddy allows you to be unrestrained in front of me. My child, do you like her? Do you like Asian faces? Brown hair and brown eyes. "

Qiu Shihuan frowned in resistance.

The girl flinched a little: "I think he might not like me..."

"He will like you, Miss Zhang." Qiu Ang smiled at her, "I know my own child, as long as it is the father's request, he will always accept it. Children of this age do not need too much freedom. I generally understand After that, Ms. Zhang, you meet all his requirements for a lover, you will like each other, and you will give birth to an heir..."

"I don't want an heir."

The relentless rejection prompted the father to raise his voice.

Even though Qiu Ang didn't want to play an irrational father in front of his son, he still couldn't help being angry at his son's attitude.

"What did you say?" He comforted him as softly as possible, "Shihuan, Dad knows that you don't like such a lively occasion, but now is not the time to get angry with me."

Qiu Shihuan looked up at him, Lan Yingying's eyes showed no emotion at all.

"I don't like her. I wouldn't have an heir with her, Papa."

Qiu Ang stared at the young man with firm eyes, the gentleman's smile on the corner of his mouth was a little stiff.

"...Please leave for a while, Miss Zhang. I need to talk to my son."

"Good, good!"

This sentence can save the girl from the delicate relationship between father and son.

She immediately grabbed the top hat by the railing and ran away like a bullied cat.

When the windows on the terrace were closed again, the bodyguards guarded the only exit.Before the conversation between father and son is over, no one is allowed to disturb, and naturally no one will be let go.Qiu Ang licked his chapped lips, leaned against the wall post and lit a cigar.

"Shihuan."

"Ok?"

"You've grown up and started to make your own decisions." Qiu Ang whispered, exhaling a puff of smoke slowly, "But Dad doesn't like this."

"why."

"Because you will never be able to remove your identity for the rest of your life. You are my son, the young master of the chaebol. You have lived your whole life in control and calculation, and you cannot... be influenced by that kind of man." He said with difficulty, "I only want you as a son."

"What about my sister? Why isn't my sister my father's daughter?"

"You don't have a sister."

"Yes, I remember well. She was always..."

"enough!"

Qiu Ang interrupted him with twitching corners of his eyes, and the cigar lit up like jewels at his fingertips.

"Do you have to treat Dad like this? What did Dad do wrong? What is wrong with you? Why are you so disobedient now?"

"I don't like her." Qiu Shihuan just shook his head.He looked blankly at his angry father, as if he couldn't feel the other party's emotions, and slowly opened his mouth, "I have someone I like. Why should I have an heir with her? I don't understand."

"That damn mouse is just trying to use you, my silly boy. There's nothing between you, he's approaching you for his own reasons - because he wants to destroy me. Start with what I have , starting from my only son, bit by bit I have emptied my foundation." Qiu Ang rubbed his temples with a headache, his throat was hoarse with anger, "Maybe you need to correct it, excessive freedom makes You're getting harder and harder to manage."

"But Dad, that hurts."

"Growing up will always experience pain, just like your knee pain when you were a child-do you understand, how can a person you never know love you? How can he have no plot against you? He is a policeman, he is not the same as you at all international."

"I know him, but my father forgot." There was always a distance between Qiu Shihuan and his father, and no one wanted to get close or leave.He just stated without the slightest emotion, "The first time Dad was going to push my sister's existence to the public and make her die on all charges, I ran away from home..."

"I made you forget about it." Qiu Ang interrupted him coldly, "Shihuan, Dad's kindness is also clearly priced."

Just when the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, the balcony was suddenly pushed away by a bodyguard.

The intruder's face was a little pale, and it could be seen that he mustered up his courage before pushing the door open.

He came to Qiu Ang's side, with a gloomy expression, trying to explain something to his employer.But the other party didn't want to pay any attention to it, and the furious politician directly pressed the cigarette butt on the armrest.

"Go out, who let you in?"

"I'm sorry, some emergencies have occurred, President Qiu."

The bodyguard bowed his head respectfully.

"How are the guests?"

"They were a little scared, and the butler was trying to maintain order as much as possible."

Qiu Ang kneaded between his brows irritably: "What's going on? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I will definitely hold you accountable for interrupting the master's conversation."

The bodyguard swallowed.

"He is back."

Qiu Ang raised his head in astonishment.

And Qiu Shihuan looked meaningfully at the banquet hall, where the lights were brightly lit, and the maids and waiters were in a hurry.The guests walked along the melody under the luxurious clothes, and there were all kinds of drinks and desserts.

As long as you walk around the dining table, your mouth will be filled with the sweetness of macarons.

At this moment, this rare tranquility was broken by an intruder, because he smelled, smelled the smell that he hated the most, which was filled everywhere in the turbid air.

The dagger slipped out of the sleeve without a sound.

"Come on, Dad." He smiled and knocked off the bodyguard's shoulder. "I can't wait to welcome him."