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Stuff three capsules of coffee into the capsule coffee machine in the room, and the man who pressed the switch button quietly waited for his coffee. The team of Chief Justice Zheng Bo has surrounded the palace heavily.

Tyrell's simple words "dynamite" and "both perish together" make people dare not mess around easily. If the person standing here today is not Tyrell but someone else, the nervousness and fear of the guests will probably be overwhelmed. Reduce a little, but this person is Tyrell after all, a well-known devil-like man who massacred the Black family in C City.

No one knows whether Tyrell really buried explosives in the palace, and no one is willing to risk his life to doubt Tyrell's words.

"All you did was for this, to humiliate Margaret who betrayed you? Now that the palace is surrounded by guards, you can escape once in the basement of the [-]th district, but you can't escape the second time. The outside is full of troops. Man, Tyrael, you can't fly, no matter how powerful you are, you are still a man, not a god."

The island palace is located on the top of the mountain. Outside the window is a dark cliff where you can’t see anything clearly. The waves raised by the strong wind are beating the rocks crazily. It is the best viewing point and the most dangerous place. If you fall from here If you do, I'm afraid you'll be smashed to pieces.

"Do you think I will care?" The man read out He Hongxue's name word by word, as if chewing every word carefully, with deliberate banter and ambiguity, "He, Hong, Xue."

He Hongxue stared at the man. The agent wrapped under the black suit barely showed any skin. Is it a means of defense, or is there another reason?

"Why don't you take off your mask?"

"You want to see me?" Fingers wearing leather gloves lightly brushed the black mask on his face, Tyrell turned sideways and lifted up the two glasses of latte that had been brewed, and walked towards He Hongxue step by step. They got closer and closer, until they came to He Hongxue, only one step away.

Even through the cold and hard mask, it seems to be able to feel the other party's breath.

This is the first time they have gotten so close, so close that they can touch each other's body just by stretching out their hands, and they can be embraced by opening their arms.

"You don't want to see what I look like under the mask, He Hongxue." The hoarse voice came out of the mask with a slight smile, and Tyrell handed over a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Why?" He Hongxue took the coffee cup that Tyrell handed over, and his fingers inadvertently touched the other's leather gloves with a cold touch, as if an ice needle had lightly pricked his fingertips, and then Itches and hurts.

Withdrawing his hand, Tyrell took another half step forward, almost sticking to He Hongxue's ear and giving a low smile: "I'm afraid I'll scare you."

He came and walked quickly, but it was just a swipe of his eyes. The dangerous man who was almost sticking to He Hongxue's side a moment ago had already turned around on his long legs and walked towards He Wenxuan who was at the side.

Looking at the man's thin and tall back, He Hongxue asked in a deep voice, "Scared me? I've seen you, Tyrell."

"It hasn't been the same since the cancer." Isn't he lying?

Tyrell looked at the young man in front of him. He Wenxuan kept a certain distance from him and He Hongxue all the time, and kept silent most of the time, but those eyes always stayed on Tyrell, like an excellent The hunter, calm, wait, observe, wait for the opportunity.

But he was never the prey.

"Don't be so nervous, you've always wanted to talk to me, haven't you? Today is a good opportunity," Tyrell glanced at the stormy night outside, "It's raining really hard."

"I know you don't believe me 100%." ​​The moment he handed the coffee to He Wenxuan, he turned around and strode towards the bed. The slender man sat by the bed, bent over, and stretched out his hand Touched the bottom, a black metal box.

"Bomb." Tyrell fiddled with the combination lock on the box, then shook the black metal box in his hand, "Bombs like this are everywhere in the palace, maybe under the bed of every guest room, or It's in the closet, maybe under the dining table in the hall..."

Slowly walking to the window, Tyrell unlocked the glass window and pushed the window open, the wind mixed with cold rain roared and poured into the room, the cold black mask was stained with drops of water , Tyrell went outside and threw the black bomb box in his hand from the balcony of the window to the cliff.

His hair was half wet from the rain, and the man who returned to the room closed the floor-to-ceiling glass windows leading to the balcony with his backhand.

"There is no bomb in this room, other rooms...not necessarily." Tyrell glanced in He Wenxuan's direction intentionally or unintentionally.

A trace of worry flashed across He Wenxuan's eyes, Tyrell sat down on the sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, crossed his legs, looked leisurely, and gently stroked his chin with his fingers.

Is He Wenxuan really worried about Mingchen?

It really is……

"According to the information we got, you have a list of rebels in your hand." He Hongxue looked at the man and asked, "Is it true, or is it the fake news you released?"

"There are many...a lot of secrets about this world, this place, and this royal family." The slender fingers pointed lightly at his head, Tyrell's voice was low and hoarse, floating in the room filled with the smell of coffee as if It also became more mellow, "What do you want to hear, the list of rebels? Twelve districts, so big, so many people, there will always be some people who are dissatisfied with the system of this world, and dissatisfied with the prosperity and wealth of the district. Dissatisfied, dissatisfied with the aloof royal family."

"You are from the first district, and you have vested interests. What dissatisfaction do you have with the world and the royal family?" Tyrell looked at the two young people in front of him and said with a smile, "To avenge your father?"

"No matter what the purpose is, you and we now have a common enemy, Tyrael, I know you have been suffering from no chance to attack the royal family, why don't you form an alliance with us?"

This was something that He Hongxue had never understood. Tyrell seemed to be on guard against them all the time. Although he was constantly probing, he was still unwilling to express his willingness to cooperate.

The man under the mask slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Alliance? Do you trust me?"

A man who is good at deceiving, who is like a poisonous snake who may bite you back at any time, what is the meaning of the so-called alliance?

"You and I both know and understand that there is no possibility of an alliance between us, but..." The voice changed, and Tyrell laughed in a low voice, the voice was like the wind blowing from the distant forest, chaotic Looking at the coldness of the lake, "Non-alignment does not mean that you are an enemy. I want to see what you are going to do and what you will do. I will always watch you."

Tyrell glanced out the window: "I think I should leave."

The man got up and stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, with his back against the glass: "The bomb will be activated at zero o'clock, I wish you good luck."

The floor-to-ceiling windows were easily pushed open, and the man dressed in pitch black instantly merged with the night. The storm that washed in from the balcony hit the window and made a whining sound.

"Tyrell—" He Hongxue tried to walk to the man.

"It's gone." He Wenxuan strode over. There was no one on the balcony, and the visibility was extremely poor in the stormy night. He didn't know where Tyrell had gone.

Looking outside, he couldn't find any trace of Tyrell at all, He Hongxue said in a deep voice, "There is still half an hour left, quickly evacuate everyone, the farther away from the palace the better!"

He Wenxuan stood on the balcony and glanced at the balcony in the next room, which is less than two meters away. When he was thinking about it, He Hongxue's words immediately woke him up. He didn't stay here to solve the secret of how Tyrell escaped. when.

There was a name in his heart that kept ringing in his ears, and He Wenxuan contacted He Wenhan and others by phone to evacuate everyone, while striding towards the guest room where Ming Mingchen was resting.

There are still bodyguards guarding the door, and no one has entered or exited.

"Ming Chen!"

He Wenxuan rushed into the room. Compared with the chaos outside, the room seemed quiet and comfortable. There was melodious music floating in the air, and there seemed to be a faint smell of rain.

The young man whose mind was full of Ming Chen didn't have time to notice these tiny details. He Wenxuan rushed into the bedroom of the guest room and found the man he was thinking of. The outside world was in chaos, but Ming Chen fell asleep to the soft music. The fragrance of Anwen was heavy, and his chest softened suddenly. He Wenxuan hurried over and lifted the quilt.

Suddenly startled by the man who lifted the quilt, he suddenly opened his eyes and met a pair of serious and nervous He Wenxuan, before he could speak, he was wrapped in the coat on his body.

The man under the quilt had bare legs and was only wearing a simple white T.

"Wenxuan, what's the matter?" Some confused men were passively put on clothes, picked up and ran outside the house, Mingchen was holding He Wenxuan's shoulders, and he didn't understand the situation.

"The palace is about to be blown up."

The hall was already in chaos. He Wenxuan quickly left through the side door with the man who didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and other bodyguards. He Wenhan was already waiting there in his car. The group quickly evacuated the palace and headed down the mountain in the storm heading in the direction.

"Boom—"

The loud noise did not come from thunder and lightning. The pure white palace collapsed with loud noises, and the entire dark night was illuminated.

Mingchen leaned against the car window and looked at the burning fire on the top of the mountain in the distance, the most beautiful fireworks tonight.

Happy engagement, Margaret.