CEO's Wife, Please Wait

At the moment, Lu Qiran took out a Swiss Army knife from his boot and went straight to his opponent. Neither of them slowed down or dodged, so they rushed forward without hesitation.

The action stops instantly and the picture stops at this moment. No. 47's knife stopped in front of Lu Qiran's belly, and Lu Qiran's Swiss Army knife also crossed No. 47's neck.

As long as any one of the two has any action, the opponent will be killed in an instant.

Lu Qiran had never dealt with No. 47 before, and she never knew his strength. Today, when she got into a fight, she suddenly found that the boy's Kung Fu was as good as her own.

"Clearly is the skill of the gold medal killer, why do you want to hide your strength and stay in the headquarters on standby? You can have a better choice. " Lu Qiran said his doubts and put away his weapons.

No. 47 also put away his knife. He blew it, as if it was blowing away the dust on the knife. Then he laughed and said, "Lu Qiran's Kung Fu really deserves its reputation. I was scared to death just now. Great, great, I've lost! "

"Nonsense, people with clear eyes can see that you and I have the same Kung Fu. Why do you choose to stay in this dark place?! You could have had a better choice. "

"There's no day in the dark?" No. 47 looked out of the window, turned back and laughed: "for you, this is a dark hell. But it's not like this for me. My day is here, my day is here, and this is my best choice. "

Lu Qiran frowned. What the hell is the 47 talking about? She couldn't understand a word.

No. 47 looked at the ceiling as if in memory.

"When I was very young, my mother took me to marry my stepfather. He was very kind to me and to my mother. We think we can live a happy life in the future, but do you know? My stepfather was an animal. He didn't like my mother, but I was young and beautiful at that time. When my mother went out, he defiled me and then killed my angry mother. If not the master, how can I be reborn? "

"Since then, I have vowed that I will be loyal to the dark king, who is my favorite. I will protect him and guard him, but Xia Weilu, the woman, I absolutely can't allow her to become the weakness of the master. Keep her for a day, and you'll be in trouble. "

Hearing this, Lu Qiran understood everything, but her premonition was getting worse and worse. She quickly asked, "what about Xia Weilu? What did you do to her?"?! She's innocent. "

No. 47 sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "what can I do to her, the master dotes on her like the sun at the top of the sky. How dare we use knives under the eyes of our master? "

The stone in Lu Qiran's heart finally fell down and breathed out a breath. However, the following words made her feel as if she had been thrown a basin of cold water, from head to foot, and then to the heart.

"We didn't kill her. We just used a little trick to make Xia Weilu think that the master is going to kill Wang Chenxi. Who knows that woman is so stupid that she really kills her master. With the master's skill, how could that woman be an opponent? I'm really looking for death! "

court death? Dead? Her best friend, Xia Weilu, has left this world.

Lu Qiran firmly grasped the knife in his hand, and finally couldn't help his anger. He stabbed No. 47 again and was stopped by him.

"It's all you. I'm going to kill you

"Lu Qiran, are you my elder? Would you like me to remind you? As a killer, how many people do you want to let know about your weakness by making your emotions so obvious? What's more, the killer's mission is to follow the master's instructions and not act according to his own will. Have you forgotten all this? "

No. 47, looking at Lu Qiran, put away the knife painfully and said with a smile, "follow me. The master has a new task to assign to you."

Seeing that Lu Qiran didn't make any moves, No. 47 added: "if you go faster now, maybe you can collect a corpse for Xia Weilu or something. If you go late, maybe you will drag it to feed the dog..." before finishing, No. 47 was suddenly thrown by Lu Qiran with a big mouth, loud and clear.

"I'll keep that in mind. Cut the crap and take me to the dark king Lu Qiran's whole body exudes the cold and murderous air of Xiao su.

In an elegant small room, dark king is sitting quietly on his European style mahogany leather chair, quietly leaning against the back of the chair and closing his eyes. Beside the chair, there is a beautiful and chic small round table with priceless red wine and a chic glass goblet on it. Although the room is not big, every detail can show the pride and luxury of the owner.

The dark king sitting on the chair is like an ordinary middle-aged man who is closing his eyes. But only when you stand next to him can you feel his oppression and fire like malice, which makes people cold and creepy.

Now the dark king's heart is very angry, no matter who can see now, now the silent dark king is like a dull puppet, but as long as there is a little movement, the dark king will immediately become a murderous devil. The bodyguards under the dark king believed it, so now no matter who they were, they were standing like stone statues, waiting for the dark king's orders. After all, no one wanted to be the victim of the dark king's anger.

At this time, the dark king's heart was also very strange, why he would be so angry. Isn't it just a woman who died? Isn't it just a woman who looks like her mother died? In essence, it's no different. Dark king also knows that he is not a person who cares about appearance. He just has no life. Dark king himself from the beginning of the road to the present, the hands of human life is just like grass mustard, will care about this kind of thing?

Why on earth is that? Why are you so angry?

After pondering for a while, the dark king finally found the answer in his heart. Yes, he was not reconciled. It was the unwillingness and frustration in the dark king's heart that made him so angry.

The woman named Xia Weilu has never given in to herself, never bowed to her feet. No matter her coercion and inducement, or painful torture, the woman still hasn't given in. Until the end, the woman still for her husband and son angrily rose up to assassinate himself, and finally was killed by himself.