The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

"Okay, just take a photo and come over to do business." Marquis Luo didn't want to say more to Baron Mai.

Baron Mai didn't dare to answer, and looked at Byrne in a panic. After all, Da Siyu was still alive and well!

Byrne gave Baron Mai a look and asked him to agree.

Baron Mai glanced at the expressionless Da Siyu, and could only follow Byrne's words, "Don't worry, I'll send you the photo right away."

After finishing speaking, Baron Mai hung up the phone, swallowed while holding the phone, and looked at Byrne in fear.

Byrne ignored Baron Mai, and said to Da Siyu with a smile, "Then I will wrong the Lord Duke."

Da Siyu didn't speak, and acquiesced to do as Byrne said.

Byrne threw away the cigarette in his hand, picked up Da Siyu and walked towards the smashed car aside, kicked open the crumbling car door, put Da Siyu into the back seat, and kicked the corpse inside out of the other car door .

Da Siyu knew what Byrne was going to do, and immediately messed up his hair and clothes, trying to wipe the blood of the enemy in the back seat on himself to make it look more realistic, but Byrne stopped him.

Da Siyu looked up at Byrne who was bending over into the car suspiciously, not understanding why he stopped him.

"Who the hell knows what's wrong with this blood."

With a look of disgust on his face, Byrne grabbed his injured arm with his hands, smeared his blood on Da Siyu's forehead and face, making the illusion that Da Siyu was hit on the head and bleeding, and then poured his own blood onto Da Siyu's face. Putting it on the royal clothes, a very realistic car accident scene was created in a short while.

If people who don't know really think that Da Siyu really died in the car, after all, the car was smashed to pieces, the person in the driver's seat hangs out a hand dripping with blood, and the bottom of the car is full of blood, no matter who Looking at it, I feel that the people in the car must die.

"Just turn your head to the side of the car door and show your bloody side face."

"it is good."

Da Siyu listened to Byrne, looked worriedly at the wound on Byrne's arm, and tightened his hands on his legs.

"It's nothing, I'll bandage it up when I get back to the palace."

Byrne bowed his head and kissed Da Siyu on the cheek, smiling to comfort him.

Da Siyu nodded, but he didn't let go of his clenched hands. It hurt to look at him, let alone Byrne who was bleeding all the time.

"come here."

Byrne ordered Baron Mai.

Baron Mai didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly took out his mobile phone to take pictures, and had to show Byrne after taking pictures.

"It was so ugly."

Byrne frowned displeased.

The corner of Baron Mai's mouth twitched, this is a corpse, how do you want to take pictures?

Byrne naturally knew it too, so he just talked about it and asked Baron Mai to send the photo to Marquis Luo.

Marquis Luo immediately zoomed in on the photo when he received it. Seeing that it was really Da Siyu with an excited and ferocious smile on his face, he immediately sent the photo to the king.

Sitting on the sofa in the bedroom waiting for the news, the king immediately saw the photo to confirm whether it was Da Siyu himself.

After confirming, he sneered, "Just like your mother, you are a short-lived ghost who doesn't care about life or death."

The king even watched Da Siyu's death repeatedly, until Marquis Luo called, he answered the phone and put it on the coffee table to answer the call, while drinking tea leisurely, as if it wasn't his son who died but an ant.

"Hahaha Your Majesty, the Duke is also dead, and now there is only that damned brat left. Don't worry, I will contact Hansen immediately and ask him to kill that brat. As long as he dies, the entire royal family will really die." It's yours."

The king didn't express much when he heard Marquis Luo's words, but he was actually happy in his heart.

He put down his teacup and ordered, "There are too many people in the slums, please clean up."

"understand."

Marquis Luo hung up the phone with a smirk, and was about to contact Hansen, but the servant suddenly ran into the study in a panic, slammed the door open and gasped, "It's not good, Mr. Marquis, the police are here, tell me , saying that you murdered members of the royal family and wanted to arrest you."

Marquis Luo's pupils dilated and he shouted, "Presumptuous, who said that?"

"We said so."

The policemen hurried into the study room, and raised their hands to ask Marquis Luo to be arrested.

"What are you doing? Why do you say that I murdered members of the royal family? You have evidence."

Marquis Luo yelled and retreated to the bookshelf, but in the next second, two policemen stepped forward and held him down, pressing his face on the desk and handcuffing him behind his back.

"Bold, you dare to detain your majesty's retainers without evidence, how many of your heads will be lost."

Marquis Luo was handcuffed and threatened others with the king, struggling and roaring with red eyes, but no one paid attention to him.

At this time, a policeman stepped forward wearing gloves, picked up Marquis Luo's mobile phone on the desk, put it into a white evidence bag and sealed it.

Marquis Luo stared in horror, there was a lot of evidence in the phone that had not been deleted.

Another policeman stepped forward, handed the mobile phone to Marquis Luo who was pressed on the desk, and switched on the speakerphone.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Marquis Luo yelled at the phone, thinking that his business enemy was plotting against him.

Byrne, who was driving to the palace in the car, smiled when he heard Marquis Luo's impotent rage, "Then guess who I am."

Marquis Luo looked at the phone in disbelief, his pupils dilated frequently, and he could hear the voice as if it was ashamed.

"Impossible, impossible, you are dead, you are dead." Marquis Luo struggled fiercely and roared into the phone.

Byrne sneered and hung up the phone without saying any more.

"Say it clearly to me, make it clear..."

Marquis Luo continued to yell at the phone that had been hung up, but the call ended early.

The police put away the phone and said with a cold face, "Take it away."

"Yes."

Two policemen carried Marquis Luo out of the study.

Marquis Luo's legs were weak, he was dragged away, and he was still muttering, "Impossible, impossible, he is dead, already dead in Shoujiang River, the police have..."

"police?"

Marquis Luo's body shook suddenly, and he just looked at the policemen in front of him.

"Hahahahahahaha so it is! Hahahahahaha so it is so! You Byrne are really clever, even you have people in the police hahahaha..."

Marquis Luo, who was being carried away, raised his head and laughed loudly, his voices becoming more and more miserable. It seemed that he had realized that all this was just a round of Byrne's, and they were still complacent when they were in the round.

For the king, he has been waiting for a call from Marquis Luo, wanting to hear the news of Ye Miao's death.

10 minutes, 10, 10 minutes, 10, [-] minutes, [-], [-] minutes, Marquis Luo did not respond until an hour and a half.

The king frowned, displeased.

"It took so long to kill a kid?"

The king waited impatiently, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and was about to call Marquis Luo to question him, but there was a sound of footsteps outside the aisle, very fast, approaching him.

The king frowned, sat on the sofa and looked at the door with dissatisfaction.

With a bang, the door was kicked open, and a group of heavily armed policemen rushed into the room, their weapons aimed at the king.

The king was instantly furious, "What is this, do you want to rebel?"

"I shouldn't be the one asking His Majesty this question."

The leader's voice sounded from outside the door, and he appeared at the door after a while, looking coldly at the king on the sofa.

The king's heart skipped a beat when he saw the leader, what is he doing here at this time!The news of Da Siyu's death became known to the outside world so quickly?

"I'm afraid it's His Majesty who wants to rebel!"

Byrne's voice sounded from behind the big leader, and he appeared in the sight of the king.

The king's eyes widened in astonishment, he, why is he still alive?

In the next second, the king's eyes widened again, and he stared at Da Siyu who appeared next to Byrne unscathed, his pupils trembling violently.

"You, how dare you join forces with them to deceive me?"

The king roared at Da Siyu and smashed the cup angrily.

Da Siyu looked at the king calmly, as if looking at a dead person, which made the king feel cold all over.

"Being deceived to such an extent shows that you are stupid. You really think that you are the one who can control the overall situation."

Byrne mocked the king for protecting Dasi behind him, and lifted his hand into the room. The maid who served the king immediately entered the room, took out a pen from the pen holder on the coffee table, and hurried back to Byrne, respectfully handing over to him. To Byrne.

The king's face turned pale in an instant, how could he not know what it was, it was clearly a voice recorder, and the calls he made with Marquis Luo were all hands-free.

The king clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and stared at Byrne. Byrne knew that he had this habit, so he let the maid do this.

What made him unbelievable was that this maid had served him for ten years without him knowing that she was from Byrne.

But there are many things that the king doesn’t know, whether it’s his maid, knight, chef or gardener, as long as the people who can be placed by his side, Byrne has changed batch after batch, otherwise how could he have been able to prevent it in the past ten years? The king's plot.

And these people are all people brought out by Byrne from the slums. After changing their new identities and following the normal procedures to enter the palace, the king will not have any doubts about these servants at all.

"You are really ruthless bye, I'm willing to risk my life for the sake of scheming."

The king pointed at Byrne angrily, spitting all over the place, his eyes full of resentment.

Why, why this kid just can't be beaten to death, and can escape every time, why?

The angry king clutched his chest in pain, looking like he couldn't breathe, but he still stared at Byrne.

Byrne sneered and said nothing, pointed his chin at the king, and asked the big leaders to take down the king.

The big leaders nodded respectfully, stepped forward and pressed the king on the coffee table, pressed back forcefully with both hands, and handcuffed him with a click.