Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Winslow did not get up until the next afternoon.

He lay on the bed for a long time, and caught a glimpse of several empty boxes on the carpet. He kicked the quilt with his toes in anger, then rolled to the other side and buried himself in Jinchen's pillow.

Lying like this, I can see the large floor-to-ceiling mirror on the other side. The intensity of last night has been cleared up, but the mirror surface is still a little blurry.

Winslow blushed and huddled under the covers.

After being the dungeon's fighting king for so long, he had never felt his physical strength being depleted so quickly.

And it was obviously intended to punish Jinchen.

Just as he was thinking this, Winslow touched the ring on his ring finger again, rubbed it against his lips lovingly, and sat up, holding his waist.

"elder brother."

The bedroom door opened, and Jinchen walked in, neatly dressed, with a smile on his face, looking very satisfied.

Winslow wordlessly reached out to him, and only relaxed when he was held in his arms. He found a comfortable position and yawned slowly, still a little dazed.

"You can go back to sleep later. Eat something first."

Seeing that he was about to fall asleep again, Jinchen stroked his lower back and spoke softly.

"Well... I don't want to sleep anymore." Winslow's hoarse voice was still sleepy and a little dry, and he couldn't help licking his lips.

Jinchen pulled the person out of the quilt, held him in one hand and went to get his clothes. When passing by the floor-length mirror, Winslow looked in the mirror and saw that his shoulders, neck and arms were covered with purple marks.

Even a fight has never left so many traces.

Winslow lowered his head and bit Jinchen's shoulder, but he didn't use any force at all.

"My brother is a bad guy."

He murmured softly, but was very happy. He shook his legs and twisted a few times in Jinchen's arms.

Then there was a crisp snapping sound, and Winslow froze. When he was placed on the small sofa, he raised his head resentfully, staring at the culprit with wet eyes.

"Why did you spank me?"

"Don't move, get dressed and go out for dinner."

Winslow also followed suit, curling up on the sofa and glaring at Jinchen, "I won't wear it."

He is also very bad-tempered now!

Jinchen leaned over and pinched his wife's earlobe, then smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't wear clothes. No one will come in anyway."

"Let's try the living room today. It seems like there aren't enough things. Why don't we ask Ah Si to buy a few more boxes?"

Winslow covered Jinchen's mouth with his hand, his eyes flushed with embarrassment, "I'll wear it."

Jinchen stroked his hair and said, "Be good."

After Winslow moved a few times, his lower back ached badly, so he simply lay down on the sofa, whining and begging Jinchen to put on the clothes for him. He felt so weak and powerless.

But when he received communications from his men in the fighting arena, he was still cold and ruthless, enough to make people so cold that they dared not speak.

Jinchen listened nearby, rubbing Winslow's back through his shirt from time to time, as if thinking about something.

The men's report was about the disposal of Elder and Wenzhu's bodies after they left last night, as well as the reactions of various criminals.

Winslow listened to a few words, hung up the phone, and said to Jinchen: "The criminals involved last night found out your... Sigmon's identity. Will it affect you?"

"It's okay, let them check."

Jinchen didn't care. "My experience is very clean. They can't find anything useful."

"That's good."

Winslow stood up, still holding his hand, "I'm going to the dungeon."

Winslow stared at Jinchen seriously, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Brother, wait for me here. Don't follow me secretly."

Jinchen raised an eyebrow, "You still don't allow me to go out?"

"Um…"

Winslow nodded somewhat guiltily, leaned over and kissed the corner of Jinchen's lips, "Brother, I'm still a little worried."

"Give me a moment to accept it, okay?"

Jinchen looked indifferent, "Okay."

Anyway, everyone who deserved to die in the dungeon was dead, so there would be no more dangers that Winslow couldn't deal with.

"be careful."

Jinchen still gave instructions.

Then he wandered into the front hall, sat on the sofa and watched a movie, and even found some fruit to eat.

That's called leisurely.

Winslow stood at the gate and watched for a long time before he walked out relaxedly, feeling quite excited as if he had a hidden brother in a golden house.

In recent years, he has heard that many thugs have used the method of forced love, and the final outcome is always that both sides are hurt, or even commit suicide.

This made Winslow always think of that man and his mother.

He was extremely terrified that he would become like that, and even more afraid that he would lose his brother forever.

Fortunately, all fears and feelings are responded to.

It couldn't get any better, Winslow thought.

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This time when he returned to the dungeon, Winslow received more looks than usual, many of which were filled with fear and inquiry, and many people wanted to chase after him and inquire about Jinchen's mysterious identity.

But without exception, they were all driven away by the masked men.

Even if someone was nimble enough to get close to Winslow, they would be intimidated by the light gaze before they could even open their mouths. Their lips trembled for a long time and they couldn't ask a single question.

"Young... Young Master."

Winslow's subordinates were used to shouting this, but when they thought of Wen Zhu who had already died, they felt it was not a good idea.

Fortunately, Winslow didn't mind and raised his hand to signal to continue.

"According to your instructions, I have already forced Yun Ran to tell me where the antidote is."

"There are two hundred boxes of antidote in total, with three antidotes in each box. You need to inject all three for it to work. What about the rest...?"

Winslow did not stop, and the collar of his windbreaker, which seemed a little too long for him, raised a small arc as he walked forward. The subordinate saw the red mark out of the corner of his eye and lowered his head in fear.

Don't dare to look.

Winslow walked towards the reception room in the corner, and when he pushed the door open, Dorogo was waiting inside.

Winslow stopped at the door and said calmly, "I'll give you the rest of the antidote. I only want one."

Dorogo naturally heard their conversation, and immediately stood up to thank them, then looked towards the door.

"Sigmund didn't come with you?"

Winslow narrowed his eyes in alertness, and his tone suddenly dropped several degrees.

"What are you looking for him for?"

Dorogo was stunned for a moment, "Sigmon asked me for something."

This fighting king is quite fierce!

They are indeed a couple.

"But it's also for you, just take it."

Dorogo returned the destroyed and invalid dungeon wanted poster to Winslow, as well as an agreement symbolizing freedom.

"Sigmon cooperated with me, and all he asked for was your freedom. Anyway, I made money, and these cards can be considered as my reward."

Winslow's eyelashes trembled as he took the contract and glanced at the slightly childish handwriting and the bloody marks on his fingertips.

The pain of being forcibly brought in five years ago is still vivid in my mind.

His brother helped him regain his freedom.

very nice.

Winslow raised the corner of his lips and subconsciously touched the ring, sensing the close connection between them.

Dorogo: "You give me the antidote, what's the request?"

"No," Winslow said, staring down at the contract. "I already got it."

After a while, Winslow looked up at him and said calmly, "I'm leaving the dungeon, and I don't want anyone to cause trouble in the future. You take care of it."

Dorogo rubbed his palms together and said, "Don't worry, this is what I promised Sigmon."

If you don't agree, that person will really get shot in the head!