Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

Lancer is indeed a particularly good-looking one.

Since the separation of the last conflict, McCarron would think of such a person from time to time, as if there was a fire burning in his heart.

He was holding Lancer's chin and staring at Lancer's face as if he were looking at a work of art.

At this moment, Lancer's eyes were red with anger.

"Get your dirty hands away!" Lancer couldn't help but finally raised his knee and kicked him out.

Unfortunately, McCarron was already on guard. His other hand easily pressed down on his leg and fastened a metal chain at the foot of the bed to Lancer's ankle.

There was a click, which was extremely clear.

[System: Wow! There are so many tricks to this pervert! 】

What nonsense are you talking about? Just send the drone out and knock him out!

When Lancer was about to summon the drone from the system space, he suddenly remembered what Gin had told him, asking him not to rush to kill Macallan for the time being.

For a moment he hesitated.

If you really want to let him go, how will he get out on his own?

Lancer was just in a daze, and the buttons of his black shirt flew out.

"Damn...is this your etiquette and attitude when meeting this young master?!" Lancer hit him with his head when he lowered his head.

Both of them grimaced in pain.

McCarron was irritated and grabbed the hair on the back of his head forcefully, forcing him to look up at him.

"What kind of young master are you? Gin and wine can sleep with you, why can't I?"

His eyes swept across Lancer's face, and the palm of his other hand pressed hard on his slightly concave stomach. Lancer almost vomited.

"I'm so obsessed with Gin. I also want to try it. What is it like to be the young master of the Karasuma family..."

Lancer felt sick to his stomach and looked at him with disgust.

Just when McCarron was about to make his next move, there was a sudden knock on the door.

McCarron's expression changed slightly and he loosened his grip on Lancer's hair.

Taking this opportunity, Lancer looked up at his tied wrists - the watch with the anesthesia needle on it had been removed.

It has to be said that McCarron is indeed vigilant.

Lancer gritted his teeth and struggled to find useful props in the space, most of which could only kill people with one shot.

After searching for a long time, I only found a pocket watch I got when I completed the previous mission.

The one that can hypnotize people.

Lancer took one look at how to use it and almost fainted.

[Place the pocket watch in front of the user and swing it for more than ten seconds, and the user will fall into a deep hypnosis...]

Ten seconds, ten seconds is enough for McCarron to kill several people!

Does this piece of shit think he has a long life? The conditions of use are so harsh!

Just when Lancer was debating whether to kill McCarron or not, he saw McCarron take out the pistol from his waist, carefully open the door, and meet the eyes of the waiter delivering drinks outside.

Only then did McCarron remember that he had indeed asked someone to deliver the wine.

The bottle was handed to the man respectfully by a hand wearing white gloves. McCarron put the pistol back on his waist and prepared to send the waiter away.

Just when he was distracted and turned around to close the door, the waiter suddenly burst in from the door, hit McCarron in the side with a kick, and kicked him to the foot of the bed where Lancer was lying.

Lancer watched with his own eyes as Macallan's body was kicked in an arc, and finally fell to the ground. He was so embarrassed that the wine bottle in his hand was broken, and his hands and cheeks were scratched.

"Wow! Beautiful!" Lancer praised.

The waiter closed the door, locked it carefully, and pointed a pistol at McCarron's head before he was about to get up.

McCarron really didn't dare to act rashly.

"Go to hell, McAllen." The waiter's voice sounded familiar, making McAllen's body stiffen.

He looked up in shock: "...Kamu?!"

Lancer's eyelids twitched and he stopped him: "Stop it first, Camu, I still have something to ask him."

"Impossible." Kamu tore off the disguise on his face, revealing his true appearance.

"I can't stop anymore," he said.

After pulling the trigger, Kamu shot McCarron in the head without hesitation.

However, just before he fired, McCarron had already predicted his movements, raised his hand to push his hand away in time, grabbed his arm and gave him a hard slam on his back.

Kamu was thrown to the wall and fell to the ground. The gun in his hand came out of his hand. He was kicked away by McCarron and slid under the bed.

[System: What do you think you are talking about? Isn’t it okay to let people take revenge directly? Does the plot have to be developed to such a bloody level? 】

Lancer was cutting the belt with a dagger he took out from the system space, cursing in his mind in annoyance.

I don’t want to either! Isn’t this because Gin’s explanation has not been completed?

After pressing Camu to the ground, McCarron raised his hand and patted him on the face. His disdainful eyes swept over Camu's face, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"How many times have you assassinated me? Why are you still so unsatisfied? You are as weak as a rookie. If I just move my finger, your life will be over!"

Kamu's hands were tightly grasping McCarran's wrist, and he noticed that his other hand holding the gun was picking at the belt on his trousers, and his desolate heart was finally filled with panic again.

"Asshole! Let go! You despicable and dirty beast, I will definitely kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

McCarron's tone was relaxed, and the smile on his face looked unbeatable.

He looked at the crazy and twisted young man in front of him with feigned affection, his evil smile spreading wider and wider.

"It seems that my men and I left a very bad shadow on you last time. I think we have to make up for the cracks in our relationship this time..."

"Go to hell!"

Camu bit McCarran's arm hard.

From McCarron's screams that echoed in the room, it could be heard that Kamu's hatred for him was beyond words.

Lancer heard McCarron curse, then he turned the pistol around and punched it down, and the room fell silent.

McCarron stood up with his arms covered in blood, glanced at the bite marks on his arms, and gradually lost patience with this little mad dog.

Lancer frowned as he watched him raise his pistol. Just as he was about to summon the drone, he heard the door ring again.

This time the knocking on the door was very loud, three times in succession.

[System: It’s more like kicking the door than knocking on the door. This movement, tsk tsk tsk! 】

As if he had a premonition of something, Lancer struggled to sit up and stared at the door.

The next moment, the door was kicked open from the outside, the hinges connected to the door frame were kicked off, and the door panel fell directly on McCarron's face.

Gin held a cigarette in his mouth and stepped on the door with a strong foot before McCarron pushed it open.

[System: Elegant! How elegant! 】