Cosma Empire

Old Fullers was holding a bloody wooden stick in his hand, he frowned slightly, and ordered, "Go and see who it is, and tell him that I'm already asleep, and we can talk about it tomorrow!"

The housekeeper responded and left the warehouse. The moment he closed the warehouse door, he let out a long breath of relief, and the dark and oppressive feeling in his heart dissipated a lot. The old Fullers inside made him feel strange like never before. It was hard for him to imagine how the old man who was full of gentlemanly demeanor could actually do such horrible and vicious things, as if a demon possessed him. At that moment, he couldn't bear to continue watching, but he couldn't leave, he could only close his eyes and pray that the time would pass faster.

With lingering fear in his heart, he glanced back at the temporarily silent warehouse. He knew that when he entered again, hell would reappear in the world.

Poor man, miserable man!

He shook his head, pushed out some thoughts that he shouldn't have, and quickly walked to the gate of the villa. Looking at the three strange figures outside the gate, he politely asked the other party's name. When he heard that the leading young man was the well-known Mr. 350,000, he was stunned for a while, because he had never heard of any connection between the Fowlers and his sons and Dühring.

"I'm sorry, the master has already rested. Please come tomorrow morning if you have anything to do. You should know that the master is old and has just lost his beloved son. He has not closed his eyes for a long time, so I hope you can understand. ", the butler apologized to his predecessor with an apologetic face, but it was obvious that Du Lin did not intend to leave.

It was precisely because the butler said so that Du Lin was even more sure that Old Fullers was in the manor, and that the couple was also inside. He took out a folded envelope from his pocket and shook it, "Please help me pass this envelope to Mr. Fullers. There are very important things inside, and he must open it himself."

Hearing the words, the housekeeper took a step forward, and when he stretched out his hand to take the envelope in Du Lin's hand through the iron door, Du Lin suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled hard. The butler was dragged firmly against the iron door, with a gun against his chin. His face immediately turned pale, and his long-term experience of working in a wealthy family did not make him completely flustered, "Mr. Du Lin, what do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean?" When Dulin spoke, Dove was searching the butler's pocket, and quickly found a bunch of keys. Dulin glanced at it, and there were more than twenty, "Now I mean Which is the key to the door?"

The butler hesitated for a few seconds, then closed his eyes, "You are not Mr. Dooling, the blue one!"

In the view of the steward, no rich man would do such a thing. No matter how dirty and despicable they are in their hearts, they still have to show a demeanor in line with their status in front of others. For example, the old Fullers in the warehouse, no matter how much he hated those two people, he never thought of going to kidnap them personally. He just spends money, finds people, and sits in a warehouse waiting for those guys to send people over.

So he thought that the guy in front of him was not Du Lin, but the muzzle of the gun was on his chin, and his skull would fly out as soon as the other party moved his finger. He is the housekeeper of the Fules and his sons, and he has stayed in this villa for more than 20 years. He has deep feelings for this place and the Fules family living here. But no matter how deep the relationship is, nothing is more important than his life.

Duffer took the blue key and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it. The iron door slowly shrank towards the track in one wall. Du Lin let go, but the gun kept pointing at the butler. The butler was also very sensible and didn't make any misleading movements. He raised his hands and took a step back, watching these people swaggering in through the gate quietly.

The villas of these rich people seem to have no defensive measures, and those walls that are only one person high or even less than one person can easily be turned over, but in fact, these rich people have arranged some walls in almost all villas to protect their own safety. something special. From the simplest hunting traps to slightly more advanced alarm devices, anyone who dares to climb over the fence directly will have a feeling of regret.

Du Lin didn't want to disturb too many people, so finding a way to enter through the main entrance was the best choice.

After entering the gate and closing the iron gate again, Dooling put away his pistol, "Now please tell me where Mr. Fullers is, I hope he is not sleeping. I don't like others to disturb my sleep, so I don't either I like to disturb other people's sleep, please don't make me a person I don't like myself."

The butler didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He silently pointed to the gardener's warehouse in the distance, but he didn't get the words he wanted to hear from Du Lin.

On the way to the Gardener's Warehouse, the group of four encountered bodyguards who were on patrol in the middle of the night. They just took a look at the four people and then looked away. Because they were led by the housekeeper, they didn't need to worry about these people being intruded illegally. And they also know what Old Fullers is doing, maybe these people are another group of people that Old Fullers invited back.

Walking outside the warehouse without any risk, the housekeeper knocked on the door, opened the small door and walked in. Old Fullers was sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette facing the couple. Although revenge is very resentful, his age and physical condition do not allow him to engage in such a job for a long time. The rising blood pressure makes him dizzy, and he needs to take a break.

"It's all dismissed? Who is here?" He asked without looking back. Among the couple he faced, the woman was dying, but the man was intact. He chuckled and applauded, "As long as You say the name of that person, and I will send your wife to the hospital for the best treatment immediately. Do you know? Actually, I doubt that you love your wife. You saw her being tortured and treated like this with your own eyes. You didn't say a word, do you hope to kill her with my hand, so that you can be with your little lover forever?"

The fingers of both hands of the woman were cut off by Old Fullers, and there were still several openings on her head that were slowly overflowing with thick blood. What was even more frightening was her lower body, where the blood flowed down an exposed stick. Continuous downward flow. She was already so angry that she had only one last breath left. Don't even need to do anything to her, just wait a while and she will die.

Old Fullers violently vented the anger in his heart, and at the same time felt a kind of fear that made his hairs stand on end. Who is it that can make them unwilling to say a single word in the face of death? He didn't regret it until this moment. He regretted not letting the housekeeper directly give the 5,000 yuan to the couple. He regretted that he insisted on letting Little Fullers "exercise". In the end, it was because of the 3,000 yuan that he deducted that everything happened. It will become what it is today.

The cigarette in his hand was already a little hot, he took the last puff and stood up, just when he was about to give the woman the last blow, a voice rang in his ear.

"Mr. Fullers, are you in good spirits? Your steward says you are in bed, but I always feel that a man like you should not go to bed so early. Look, I guessed right!"

Old Fullers turned around sharply, looking at Du Lin standing in the warehouse, his face suddenly became gloomy. He glanced coldly at the butler who lowered his head and turned a deaf ear, and immediately realized what had happened.

He snorted and looked at Du Lin carefully. He knew Du Lin, but as if today was the first time they met, he was full of strangers to this young man, "Did you do it?", he asked One sentence, and then asked and answered himself: "You must be right, only you care about the direction of this matter, are you here to silence it?" He meant that Du Lin wanted to rush to talk to the two of them. Before the mastermind behind the scenes, silence them, "You don't need to do it, I will solve them soon, and then we will talk about my son."

Du Lin laughed a little embarrassedly, he turned his head and asked Dufo, "Do you think I'm this kind of person?"

Duffer shrugged, "Who knows!"

Both of them laughed, which made old Forrest a little confused, but before he could say anything more, Duffer suddenly rushed over and punched him in the face.

How could the old Fullers, who had been enjoying a good living environment, be treated like this? The punch directly knocked him down to the ground, he struggled a few times and sat up, clutching his rapidly swollen cheeks, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and looked at Dufo and Du Lin in disbelief.

Du Lin directly passed the old Forrest and walked to the side of the woman with a serious expression. He gently pulled out the wooden stick, and the blood spurted out like a flood that opened the gate. The woman's eyes gradually brightened, and a blush appeared on her gray face. Her lips twitched a few times, "I... didn't say it!" Then she looked at her husband beside her, her eyes full of infinite nostalgia, "Live... go... go!"

Du Lin sighed, "Sorry, I'm late."

The woman shook her head and slowly closed her eyes.

The man tied beside her suppressed tears and looked directly at Du Lin, "I want revenge!"

He knew that old Fullers was a respectable high-class celebrity in Illian, and he knew that he was not even a bug compared to old Forlers and Durin, but he still said this sentence. He didn't know how Du Lin would deal with Old Fullers, maybe they would negotiate peace, but he would not give up his hatred!

Du Lin picked up the scissors from the ground, untied the rope on his body, and put the scissors in his hands, "No one can stop you, this is the power given to every Guart by the gods! Go to revenge Well, death poured with blood can be eternal!"

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