black mandala

It broke the rift between you and He Zhong, and greatly intensified He Zhong's hatred for you. I'm sorry, Diven, it was me who failed to protect you in time and caused you to suffer so much. "

So far, what can be said, from the moment He Qingwen appeared at Wo*'s house, his fate has long been closely linked with Doug Lang.

And Doug Lang tried his best to establish his position in the family, which was originally out of love, but it was exactly the opposite, and became a reminder for the two of them.

For this, He Qingwen couldn't reprimand Doug Lang, but it was the suffering of the two of them, and it really shouldn't be that an innocent life should bear everything for it.

Rong Yuan's death was a debt they owed together.

A lifelong debt to pay off.

"Dougron!"

"Diven?"

"He Zhong, I want to see the living."

Doug Lang looked at He Qingwen and nodded, "Hurry up, dear, Weir and the others have already found out his whereabouts. After we catch him, he will be sent back to the United States. At that time, I will let you see him, and , as you please."

He Qingwen let Dougerang hug him, leaning into his arms.

He felt himself trembling, he was waiting for He Zhong's arrival, and at the same time he was afraid.

What He Zhong did to him was a nightmare.

Every night, in his dream, he would look at that devil-like face over and over again, and see Rong Yuan tied to a tree, calling her brother and crying loudly.

He didn't know if this nightmare would disappear after seeing He Zhong again, he only knew that he would end it all with his own hands.

"Diven, it will be fine, everything will be over." Doug Lang felt He Qingwen's trembling, and rubbed his back with his hands.

The silky fabric increases the touch between the hands and the skin.

Douglang's throat rolled twice, and he let go of He Qingwen.

"Dougron—"

"Honey, I'm going to—take a shower."

"Dougron!"

He Qingwen stopped Doug Lang, lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, and blocked in front of his body unnaturally.

Then, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Doug Lang's arm.

"Henry said that the treatment in the past few days has been effective."

Doug Lang was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what He Qingwen meant.

"Honey, really? Is today really okay?"

"Maybe--"

He Qingwen nodded slightly, and before he had time to say more, his body was hugged by Dougron's hip.

"Then what are you waiting for, baby! You don't know, I'm going crazy waiting for this day!"

"Beast—" He Qingwen turned his head and cursed in a low voice.

In the room, Doug Lang's unbridled laughter suddenly resounded.

At the same time, Hodder and everyone shuddered downstairs at the same time.

☆, ants

After several twists and turns, one day after a series of pursuits, Virto came to Douglang with an extremely expensive box.

The box is exquisitely designed, with overlapping organs. Weir opened it layer by layer, and finally saw that in the middle of the box was a dazzling sapphire with the color of the ocean.

The other half of "Tears of the Sea" is back.

That's right, this is the one that He Qingwen lost after being kidnapped by He Zhong, and now he has found it again, and with its return, He Zhong, who made He Qingwen have nightmares every night, was finally caught.

He Zhong is an American citizen, so he was deported back to the United States as a matter of course.

And Doug Lang is more capable of "naturally" bringing this person back to his own territory.

The outdoor scenery is infinite, bright and sunny, but in a certain place, it is exactly the opposite, like hell.

When He Qingwen stepped into this tight and cold basement, a piercing chill hit his heart.

He stood at the door, looking at the dark staircase that seemed to have no bottom, as if he was about to step into an abyss.

He never knew that Douglang had such a private place that was not known to outsiders.

Perhaps, there are more things he doesn't know, but he has no intention of knowing or exploring.

Weier led the way, and He Qingwen followed him down the circular staircase.

The footsteps of "Tata" echoed from all around, every sound was beating his heart, and every step was testing his calmness.

He didn't know what kind of state he would be in the moment he stood in front of He Zhong.

Will go crazy and yell and curse, hysterical?Or can't help punching him?

However, as he got closer and closer, he felt that he had regained some sanity.

After going down about three floors, a corridor appeared. The lights in the corridor were dim and gloomy, shining on the faces of the guards, making people think that they were all stone statues with expressionless faces.

He Qingwen was secretly surprised at the strictness and formality of the guards here, and sincerely had to marvel at everything that Doug Lang controlled.

After walking more than ten meters along the corridor, after turning two corners, a room appeared.

The guard in front of Weir ordered the door to open the room, and further inside was a prison cell.

I say this is a prison cell because what appeared before He Qingwen's eyes was indeed a black iron cage. There was nothing inside the cage except for the snow-white walls, and the ground was so clean that not even a grass stalk could be seen.

He Qingwen understands that although the environment here is very clean, the more empty the environment is, the more helpless a person's spirit will become, because there is nothing in the room that can distract him. People's thinking will become confused, they will deny themselves, and finally white panic will appear, causing people's mental breakdown.

And here is where He Zhong was held.

He Qingwen quickly saw his figure from a corner of the cell.

At this moment, He Zhong was sitting against the white wall, because his head was lowered all the time, and He Qingwen couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but at the moment when the cell door opened, his body was clearly moving again. He straightened it and turned his head slightly to the side, causing He Qingwen to see a half-smile on the corner of his slightly raised mouth in a daze.

He Qingwen stood in front of the black iron cage, looking at He Zhong.

At this moment, the blood in his whole body was burning and boiling, and before the person in front of him made a sound, he seemed to have heard that person's sharp grin, echoing around.

He Qingwen, He Qingwen, hehehe——

There was a sound, like the sound made by the ghosts and monsters in the middle of the night, the sound was piercing and heartbreaking.

So he hastily closed his eyes, trying to control his emotions, but somehow, Rong Xu's heart-piercing calls rang wildly in his ears again.

Staggering back a step, Huo Di, someone behind him supported him, he turned his head slightly, and spotted the man's wine-red shirt from the corner of his eye.

"Honey! What's the matter?"

He Qingwen shook his head slowly, took two deep breaths, and took advantage of the strength in Douglang's hand to take another two steps forward.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the empty cell was very strange, and the silence made one feel a little maddened.

Even He Qingwen himself did not expect that when he stood in front of He Zhong, he would be so calm and surprisingly calm. He actually restrained his hand, did not draw out the guns of the guards at the door, and blasted He Zhong's body with one shot. head.

Any insults and reprimands are useless, and even saying "Damn you" seems superfluous.

The hatred in He Qingwen's eyes turned into a sharp gaze, and he shot at He Zhong who was in the corner. At this time, He Zhong also felt a sense of emotion, and slowly raised his head.

His face is extremely thin, the cheekbones on both cheeks are high and protruding, and the fundus of his eyes is blue and purple, which has turned slightly black. If it wasn't bright enough here, He Qingwen thought it was a pair of eyes when he first saw it. The skeleton wrapped in dough makes people feel stunned.

He Zhong did not open his eyes, as if he was still defiant, but in fact, this was the result of staring at the white wall for a long time, which caused his eyes to have visual impairment like snow blindness.

But even if he didn't open his eyes, he had already guessed who the white figure standing in front of him was.

Because, the time has come—

He pursed his lips and let out a quick laugh, making the enclosed space even more creepy.

He Zhong's voice floated gently from the corner of the cell.

"Young Master He, you still have the same demeanor!"

He Qingwen's hands trembled slightly, clenched into fists, hanging by his legs, he should not answer.

In the corner, there was another almost inaudible sigh.

"Feng Shui turns, I never thought that when we meet again, He will be so downcast, Mr. He laughed!"

As he spoke, he leaned forward again and looked at He Qingwen. Although his vision was blurred, the blood-red body beside He Qingwen was so dazzling that he couldn't help but pay attention to it.

"The president is here too? Hehe, He Zhong is really rude." He wanted to salute half-deadly, but suddenly his body, which was leaning forward slightly, became unsteady, and he only moved a little, then fell back again.

Doug Lang didn't pay attention to He Zhong, he never looked at He Zhong, and kept one hand on He Qingwen's back, supporting the person in front of him.

The door of the compartment was opened, and two guards moved in two chairs one after the other, and placed them behind Doug Lang and He Qingwen.

Doug Lang patted He Qingwen's shoulder lightly, and the two sat down.

Then, Weier led four people in again, and two of them walked to the door of the cage.

With a click, the door lock was unlocked, they walked into the lost cage, and pulled He Zhong out of the corner like a puppet on a string.

He Zhong was not taken out of the cell, they just brought him in front of He Qingwen, and made him kneel on the ground through the black iron bars.

pop-

Immediately afterwards, Will clapped his hands, and a person standing behind him walked to the wall on one side of the room, and he didn't know what button he pressed. Then, the wall turned over and made a creaking sound.

He Qingwen heard the sound and looked over, and a whole wall of instruments of torture came into his eyes.

"Douglang—" He Qingwen was stunned.

There are still these things——

Doug Lang remained unmoved, and his gaze was still as gentle as water.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"No, it's nothing!" He Qingwen shook his head lightly, frowned, and turned his gaze back to He Zhong.

At this time, He Zhong was lying on the ground like a dying dog.

It really complied with his words, Feng Shui took turns——

"Baby, just tell Will what you want to do, they can let this pile of garbage taste the world's top punishment." Doug Lang gently put his arms around his waist, both to appease and to cheering for him.

He Qingwen turned his head to the side, glanced at Doug Lang, and then turned his gaze between a wall of torture instruments and He Zhong.

He looked at those instruments of torture, but his thoughts suddenly jumped back to the scene where He Zhong hijacked him into the woods.

They stripped him of his clothes, let him dodge and run naked in the woods against the cold wind, and were molested/molested by them, and wretchedly touched by them.

If possible, He Qingwen really wanted to use the same method to make He Zhong feel it again, but when he recalled that scene, he only felt disgusted.

He can't do it.

He Qingwen held back the desire/thought that made him sick, stared at He Zhong, and said to him, "He Zhong, between you and me, no matter what the cause, enmity is not fatal, but as I said, if Rong Yuan shows any signs of Mistake, I will definitely let you pay in blood."

He Zhong lay on the ground with a slumped smile, "Young Master He is worthy of being a man of temperament. Even letting someone who bores you so much die, you have to say it is moving, it's only natural."

"How heavy!" He Qingwen clenched his fists tightly, sighed, and continued, "Human life is as light as grass to you. As long as you feel that it is an eyesore, they are not even worth being an ant." Not as good, is it?"

He Zhong closed his eyes, lay on the ground and pursed the corners of his mouth weakly.

"But Rong Yuan, how innocent Rong Yuan is, how could you have the heart to ruin her life, what's the matter, for this reason, even if you die ten thousand times, it is not enough to cover your crimes."

"Hehehe!" He Zhong laughed strangely twice, and slightly propped up his upper body with his arms, "Young Master He, you have really exalted He. He's rotten life is truly worse than an ant. One death Ten thousand times? Heh! Mr. He, you only need to blow one breath now, and He can die without a place to bury him. There is not so many chances to pay it to someone noble, He is an ant, he is an ant, hehehe—"

As he spoke, he waved his hands and put his head on the iron railing, as if he wanted to kill or cut him, but he was willing to obey.

He Qingwen didn't continue because he had nothing to say. Rong Yuan's enmity must be resolved with a lot of life. However, how can a single shot kill Rong Yuan's tragedy.

Her flesh and blood flew everywhere in the thick smoke that exploded, and the smell of blood wafted in the wind within hundreds of meters.

He didn't even have the chance to see her for the last time, and he couldn't even get back a complete limb.

If there really was a hell, he thought, would Rong Yuan's soul just blow away with the wind and never enter the gate of reincarnation?

His Yuanyuan, his sister, did they even lose the fate to meet again in the next life?

Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan!

Brother, I broke my promise!Brother, I failed to bring you back to the United States.

Brother, I'm sorry!

He Qingwen covered his wet eyes with his hands, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "He Zhong, you don't need to die ten thousand times, not once, but I want you to die cannot--"

☆、Trial/judgment

? He Zhong raised his eyes in astonishment.

Then, I heard He Qingwen say again, "Ville, put away those things, I don't need them. He Zhong, you are right, human life is no different from ants, compared to the whole world and time, we are all small, Neither of us has the right to wantonly trample on other people's lives. The rest of our lives are still very long. We should look at each other and see where each other's paths are going. He Zhong, I will not let you die, I will let you live .”

After speaking, he raised his head and slowly glanced around the cell.

This is really a white world, white walls, white ground, white roof, everything is white, like a boundless alien space, interlaced in space and time, people can't go to the end , can not see the shore.

Pure and spotless.

Holy, cleansed from sin.

Like a road leading to heaven.

However, if it is impossible to reach heaven, this place will become a white tomb.

Whether it's heaven or the grave, it's up to you to choose.

"It's not bad here, He Zhong. It's much better than the dark world I was in when I was in a coma. Do you know what kind of situation it was?" He sighed slightly and continued, "There is no light, No sound, dark, cold, dark, day and night, boundless, only you in the whole space, no one cares about you, no one talks to you, you can only hear your own voice, your own breathing, the only one All I can do is count my fingers and talk to myself, there is no hope, only despair."

He glanced at He Zhong who was leaning on the cage, and said calmly.

He Zhong listened, and suddenly realized something, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, thin, and Tara's eyelids twitched inexplicably, suddenly, he raised his head and looked straight at He Qingwen.

"He Zhong, you can stay here with peace of mind and spend the rest of your endless life!"

This is He Qingwen's final judgment.

"He Qingwen—" He Zhong's bony body trembled, and his dry, dehydrated hands grabbed the iron railing. "No, He Qingwen, kill me, kill me, let me die—I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here—"

He originally thought that He Qingwen would torture him and make him die, but he never expected that He Qingwen would give him such a result.

He shouted, yelling at He Qingwen with all his strength.

However, He Qingwen just took a deep breath and turned a deaf ear to He Zhong's yelling.

The words have come to this point, there is nothing more to say, he stood up, turned and left.

Dougron also stood up with him, and flicked his finger at Will.

"Do as Diven said, send someone to watch him, and let him live for me as long as he has breath."

"Yes, President!" Will nodded in response.

The white figure turned silently and disappeared at the door. He Zhong's blurred vision was filled with a vast expanse of whiteness. He could only sense the flickering of that area, and stretched his arms out of the cage, trying to grab him back.

"He Qingwen, don't go, come back and kill me, you son of a bitch, kill me—He Qingwen—"

He Zhong didn't get a response, and then his eyes fell on the scarlet.

"President, President, don't treat me like this. I have been in the prosperous world for so many years, and I have worked hard without credit. President, don't let me stay in this place. I, I can tell you many things, and I will tell you everything you don't know." You, please don't leave me in this place, President—"

Doug Lang didn't answer him either. He Zhong did know many things, including more detailed and unknown things about the mysterious person behind him.

However, these things are no longer important to Doug Lang.

The truth has always been in his heart, and now he just needs a way and means to solve it.

Everything doesn't matter anymore, let alone such a "chess piece" that has been discarded long ago, what's the use of listening to him continue.

Dougron continued walking towards the door, with He Zhong roaring behind him.

Seeing that Doug Lang ignored him, He Zhong began to curse again, "He Qingwen, He Qingwen, you bitch, you dirty bastard, you traded your body for today, you Why do you treat me like this, what right do you have to tell me what to do, you not only shamelessly shook your ass/ass at a man, but also climbed onto the bed of your enemy, you, you are a born kinky / Slut! He Qingwen, I think that one shot of Blackdatura is not enough for you, not enough! You can't wait, you can't wait to try a few more shots, and have a good time with Xiao Muyuan, don't you? Hahaha——" He Chong glared Opened wide, his face suddenly became ferocious, he insulted He Qingwen loudly, and then burst out laughing.

Outside the cell, Doug Lang stopped suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Weier ordered loudly to the men behind him, "Shut his mouth for me."

"He Qingwen, what are you, you coward, kill me if you have the guts, kill me, you don't have the guts at all, you—uh—"

Three or four people pushed open the door with a bang, one twisted one of He Zhong's arms, and pinned him in a corner, while the other stepped forward and blocked his mouth with a round ball, which hit He pinched his palate and tongue, no matter how hard he tried, he could only make a humming sound.

Weier's eyes flashed twice, and he hurriedly walked behind Dougron.

"President!"

Dougron turned his head, stared at the cell with a pair of sharp eyes, and then swiped his finger in the air.

"Keep him—never talking."

"Yes!" Will lowered his head, feeling that Dougron's gaze was slashing towards him like a sharp sword.

His forehead was throbbing, and beads of sweat dripped from the corners of his forehead.

Doug Lang didn't speak any more. He brushed off his coat with his hands and continued to walk up.

Walking out of the basement, the bright sunlight illuminates the scenery in front of you, which is extraordinarily dazzling and colorful.

Doug Lang took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, put them on the bridge of his nose, and walked towards the car parked a few meters away.

He Qingwen was already sitting on it, so he leaned in and got close to him.

He Qingwen kept looking out of the car, unable to see his emotional fluctuations.

Doug Lang understood that he needed to be quiet at this time, so he didn't make a sound.

The car drove all the way back to the manor, and the two walked into the house one after another.

"Honey, are you happy today?" Doug Lang followed him back to the bedroom and hugged him from behind.

He Qingwen shook his head.

Yes, when he learned of He Zhong's situation, he was indeed very happy, his heart was excited, and he suddenly felt a sense of revenge.

However, from the moment he entered the cell, he couldn't be happy.

He just felt that his heart was chilling for a while. People are so fragile and pitiful, no different from a worm.

No matter how powerful he is, one day he will suddenly find out that he has been living under the feet of others. This kind of thought makes him feel terrified.

Yes, he was terrified, especially at the moment when he controlled He Zhong's life and death rights, he was terrified.

He was afraid of this kind of power covering the sky with one hand, afraid of himself, and would become crazy because of it.

Most importantly, this power is not his own, but given by Doug Lang.

He stared at his hands, a little dazed, and moved forward a little before replying, "Dougron, I'm a little tired."

Doug Lang nodded, "Okay, you can rest! I still have some things, go out and deal with them."

"Okay!" He Qingwen answered absent-mindedly, walking towards the closet.

Doug Lang watched He Qingwen change his clothes slowly, and then exited the room. He closed the door, and put his right hand on his body to form a fist, which rattled.

He exhaled a long breath and whispered, "Blackdatura——"

Near midnight, the clock on the wall was ticking.

Doug Lang stood in front of the study window, staring into the distance, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.

He also took off the tie around his neck and threw it on the chair. The neckline of the wine red shirt was opened wide, revealing his wild chest.

Weier kept his head down all the time, not daring to look at the man's expression from the reflection in the window, only in his heart, tremblingly guessing what Doug Lang was thinking at the moment.

If the guess is correct, then his fate will definitely be worse than that of He who is locked in the basement at this moment, and it will not be much better.

Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and he clenched his fists even tighter.

Immediately, he heard the slight footsteps of the person in front of the window. Weier didn't raise his head, but he could still feel that piercing gaze shooting towards him like a thousand sharp blades.

Looking at the ground with lowered eyelids, he saw Dougron's shoes appear in his line of sight, and then suddenly felt a tube-shaped hard object on his forehead.

Will knew what it was, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"President—"

"Vill, I trust you so much."

Will flicked his eyes upward and swallowed.

"Boss—President, I didn't—"

Kaka-

Weir almost knelt down when he heard the sound of the gun bolt opening.

"President—"

bang——

Without saying a word, Dougron kicked Will to the ground and continued to point the gun at him.

"Don't tell me you don't know anything, the two of them—when did it start?"

"What—" Weier lay on the ground clutching his stomach, stunned for a moment, and after turning his mind around a few times, he realized what Dougron was referring to.

Before coming here, although he had already made mental preparations, he didn't expect that all the rhetoric he had thought up would be immediately kicked away without a trace by Doug Lang's kick.

He stared at the black muzzle, his eyes widened and he gasped, "President, it's not, it's not what you think—"

Doug Lang turned around abruptly, walked to the desk, picked up the two pieces of paper on the desk, and threw them vigorously at him.

Blackdatura——

A few words caught Will's eyes, and he didn't need to read them, they said everything.

He was powerless to refute.

Doug Lang, already knows everything. ?

☆, deceive

? "President, no, they are not together, they—"

"Vill, should I smash your head with all the bullets in this gun?" Doug Lang roared angrily, with a ferocious expression on his face, and the gun in his hand trembled and rattled with his excitement. The loud sound almost made people think that he was going to crush it with his hands.

"President, I—"

"what--"

Dougron roared angrily, raised his hand and made two "bang bang", the bullet flew along Will's hairline, shooting two holes in the wall behind his head, and popping out twice. blue smoke.

Weier touched the ears that were still hot, his eyes were wide open and turned into a pile of mud on the ground.

At this time, Dougron raised his hand again and slammed the gun in his hand. The extremely delicate Glock bounced back and forth on the wall twice, and after a few bangs, it finally lay down soundlessly. in the corner.

He turned around and lifted Will's neck, and said with bloodshot eyes, "Say, how many things have you kept from me? Say—"

Will was almost suffocated by him, "Boss, President, I didn't——"

"Ville, I am so disappointed in you. I put you next to Diven, but you became deaf and blind instead. No, to be exact, you are pretending to be deaf and dumb on purpose."

"No, no, President, it's not like this—"

"Then why is Xiao Muyuan the one who rescued Diven? Why? Why are they together?" Doug Lang was furious.

Weier's whole body was in a cold sweat, he knew that nothing could hide from Dougron.

He swallowed, and said, "The night before, Mr. Devon sent us all away, saying that he needed to spend a quiet Chinese New Year by himself, so we left. As for the next day, Maybe it's just, just a coincidence."

"Accidentally?" Doug Lang made a cold voice, "Vil, if you don't want to tell the truth, then I can also make you unable to speak forever like I did to He Zhong."

"President——" the image of He Zhong's bloody mouth immediately appeared in front of Weier's eyes. He trembled all over, and retracted his tongue.

At this moment, his fear had already filled his whole body, but what could he say? He could say that he compromised with He Qingwen because he didn't want to lose Doug Lang's trust in him and his position in his heart. Then turn a blind eye to the past between them again and again?

This is adding to the crime. If he really tells the whole story, then he will surely fall into hell, and his end will be even more miserable than He Zhong.

At this time, his brain was working hard, and he didn't dare to think about what kind of consequences the next sentence would bring to him.

He gritted his teeth, thought for a while, and replied, "President, it's Xiao Muyuan. It was Xiao Muyuan who took the initiative to find Mr. Dai Wen."

"Xiao Muyuan—" Doug Lang pulled his neck tighter, "Vill, you dare to hide it from me."

Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped into his eyes, and Will didn't even have the guts to raise his hand to wipe them.

"No, no, President, I didn't want to hide it, it was, it was because—" Weier gasped heavily, feeling that his body no longer had the strength to support it.

"What is it?"

"Yes--"

"Is it because of—Diven?"

Will held his breath, aware that no matter what he did or said, he seemed to be seeking his own death.

"You mean, Diven? He stopped you? You mean, Diven deliberately made you hide his contact with Xiao Muyuan from me. Why, why did he do that?"

Will trembled and knelt on the ground, and suddenly heard Dougron roar again.

"That's because there's an ulterior secret between them, isn't it?"

"No, it's not." Weier shook his head hastily, "President, that kind of thing won't happen, they, they are enemies, they won't—"

Hearing these words, Dougron turned his hand to Will's neck and pinched him fiercely, "Yes, you are so right, Will, just because they are enemies, they are sworn enemies , Qiaqia is for this reason, so even though there are many loopholes, I have never had the slightest suspicion between them. You guys have deceived me so logically. Weier, you, you, how dare you help Diven and that surname Xiao's, deceive me—"

Dougron angrily punched Will on the ground, then turned around, and swept away all the items on the desk.

There was a crackling sound for a while, the ground was covered with the wreckage of objects, and materials and papers were floating in the room, one after another, and it was a mess.

"President—"

"I'm so stupid—why I never realized that he has been eager to go back, but he has been hesitant to attack Xiao Muyuan. This is the reason why I didn't think of it."

Doug Lang slapped the table angrily, one sound at a time, like a thunderbolt in the sky, slapping Deville, trembling with fear.

"President, it's not what you think—" He secretly raised his eyes, and continued, "Mr. Devon, it's just because of Hong Tian, ​​not because of Xiao Muyuan, he, they—"

Doug Lang turned around abruptly, pointed at the trembling Weir, and asked word by word, "Why did Xiao Muyuan come to the United States? As soon as Diven left the United States, Xiao Muyuan couldn't wait to fly back to the country." , Why is this? Don’t you know the reason? Well, I’ll tell you, Will, I’ll tell you, he, Xiao Muyuan, came to the United States. He came to declare war on me, he, to I declare war, he wants to take Diven from me, he wants to take him away—now, do you understand?"

Weier couldn't argue anymore, Dougron's actions were much faster than he imagined, just when he was still trying to cover up certain things, Dougron had already checked the matter clearly .

Now, the only thing he can do is to kneel here and let Dougron do what he wants.

Whether it is life or death, he cannot escape.

At this moment, Dougron was squinting his eyes, his eyes were fierce, revealing a bloodthirsty chill. He bowed his back and put his arms on the edge of the desk. His posture was like a head standing on a high mountain, and his heart was extremely full of hatred. the wolf.

"What happened during the days when Diven and Xiao Muyuan were together? Will, do you know?"

"No, I don't, I don't—" Will hurriedly shook his head, shaking off the sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Then, you'll have a shot of 'Blackdatura' yourself, and then you'll know, you'll know—"

"President—"

"Vill, I'm so disappointed in you!" "President—" Will put his head on the ground, like a believer who is full of sins because of his constant mistakes.

Yes, he was a sinner, rebelling against his God because he wanted to conceal his fault.

All of this is his sin.

"President, please, give me another chance, President—"

Will fell to his knees, begging.

After a long time, the statue standing in front of the table moved slightly as if waking up from a dream.

"Ville, your sins have caused you to die ten thousand times, but there is one person who deserves more death than you."

The hands on the ground were tightly clenched into fists, and Weier gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes, President, I will definitely take care of this matter."

Dougron straightened up and took a deep breath.

"Diven, what should I do with you next?" He frowned tightly, looking at the reflection on the window, the person in the shadow seemed to be no longer recognized by himself.

Because, he only saw a beast, a wounded beast.

"Diven—" His voice was deep, like a sigh from the depths of the sea.

He took out a box from the desk drawer, turned on the cumbersome switch, and saw the sea-like blue inside.

Same gem, same style.

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