Beautiful Man

Beverly Hills.

A dance party is being held in the splendid manor, and the door is full of luxury cars. The participants are all well-known figures in the political, business, military, and art society.

In the spacious European-style hall, a huge crystal chandelier hangs on the roof, and the chandelier emits bright yellow dazzling lights, making the hall inside and outside a layer of luxury.

The men wore high-end neat suits, the women wore bright and expensive gowns, and the maids and waiters carried trays through the crowd.

As classical music sounded, the men and women in costumes danced together.

The singing is brisk but elegant, and the dancing is fiery and courteous. It is a top social scene full of singing and dancing.

When the song ended, applause broke out in the hall.

Belmode dressed in a black strapless evening dress, holding a glass of Scotch whisky in his hand, hiding in a remote corner and admiring himself.

Even if she didn't want to participate in it, her alluring face still attracted the hot eyes of countless men.

Her uncomfortable character is well known in the circle, and people who are familiar with her will not take the initiative to look forward to it.

At this time, a young major in a brand-new military uniform walked towards her.

He bent down and put on an inviting gesture: "Pretty lady, I can have this honor. Would you please dance a dance?"

Belmode smiled, and instantly captured the heart of Mr. General.

She shook her head and said, "I'm very sorry! I feel a little uncomfortable for the past two days."

For women, there are always so many uncomfortable days a month.

Mr. Major is a graceful gentleman. After being rejected, he no longer demanded, but took a glass of champagne from the waiter.

"Then can I buy you a glass of wine?"

Belmode nodded: "cheers"

clang!

The wine glasses met in the air, making a clear and sweet sound.

Belmod raised his head, revealing his swan-like white neck, and took a sip of whiskey.

In a word, a glass of wine made Mr. Major leave contentedly.

The men who have been following her, watching this scene in their eyes, whispered one after another.

"Kristen is not too young anymore. He is already twenty-eight years old. Why haven't he heard of whom he has fallen in love with?"

"There is a gossip that she was badly hurt by a man when she was young, so since then, she has become distrustful and even hated men."

"Really? Is this news reliable?"

"I heard hearsay, but I think the credibility is high."

"What a good man is that can capture her heart? Even Tony Stark, chairman of the board of directors of Stark Industries Group, was rejected by her."

"As far as I'm concerned, it's good for Christine to be single for a lifetime. We can't get her, and others can't get her. Just thinking about it makes me more balanced."

"Hey! The major drank with her just now, do you want me to try?"

"Keep it down, the major is young and handsome, so I made Kristen look different. You said you're almost bald on top of your head, and people can see you."

"Nonsense! I just have loosened hair a little bit, which looks like you, fat like my fat cat."

Just when these boring men ridiculed each other, but hesitated to come forward to strike up a conversation.

A pale man with sunken eye sockets walked towards Belmode.

"Dear madam, can I have the privilege of having a drink with you?"

Belmode turned to look at him, and a pair of slender willow eyebrows suddenly frowned.

She was thin, with frivolous steps, and her palms were as dry as chicken claws. At first glance, she was seriously ill, and time running out.

Can this kind of person get into the party?

Although Belmode thought so in his heart, he smiled and nodded and raised his glass.

Just as she raised her neck and was about to drink, a fierce light appeared in the man's eyes.

He squeezed the glass tightly and splashed the liquid on Belmode's face.

Bellmode was keenly aware of the crisis, and leaned back at a large angle, with his upper body almost parallel to the ground.

The unidentified liquid in the glass flew past her, splashed on the ground a few meters away, and splashed on the calves and feet of a group of ladies.

"what!!!"

A heart-piercing scream sounded.

The ladies' legs and feet quickly appeared black scabs, followed by bone burning pain.

"what happened?"

"What happened there?"

The guests cast their gazes here.

Belmode stood up straight and looked at the man in front of him with a calm expression, but his pale blue eyes revealed a strong killing intent.

Seeing that the concentrated sulfuric acid was not poured, the man suddenly felt bad.

He grabbed the wine glass and smashed it towards Belmode, only to be flashed by her lightly sideways, not even moving.

The man lifted his suit and took a pocket dagger from the belt buckle.

"Go to hell! Bitch!"

He roared and rushed towards Belmode.

At this time, the guests in the hall also reacted, and there was a killer in the banquet hall.

They didn't choose to come forward to subdue the killer to rescue Belmode, and fled in panic, even the companions who had just talked and laughed.

The man has reached the point where the oil is exhausted, and this level of culling is as simple as subduing an unarmed child for Belmode.

She found the right time, and a spur flashed sideways.

Then grabbed the man's right arm with one hand, and moved forward along the way.

The man was pushed back and forth, and fell on the marble floor covered with sulfuric acid.

The moment his hands touched the ground, eschars appeared on the palms.

He quickly rolled aside and watched the pitch-black palm howling.

At this time he also understood that his mission had failed.

But at least he can bite the poison in his mouth to commit suicide, so as not to involve the master behind him.

The man's lips flipped up and down quickly, and Belmode instantly saw through his thoughts.

She hurried forward and kicked him in the chin.

The black high heels were in close contact with the chin, and suddenly there was a sound of broken bones.

The man rolled his eyes and fainted directly by this huge kick.

The killer was solved.

Belmode turned his head, and the men and women in the hall had already ran out, and the bolder ones were also ten meters away from the scene, and the newly-promoted major was among them.

"Humph!"

Belmode snorted sarcastically and walked out of the villa hall proudly.

When I went outside, I saw the assistant running over anxiously.

"Kristin! Are you okay!"

"of course!"

Seeing her safe and sound, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she took out the ringing handbag and said: "The phone in your bag keeps ringing. According to your instructions, I ran to you the first time and did not open the bag without authorization."

"Yeah! You did a great job."

Belmode took the handbag and walked alone into the garden outside the villa.

Take out the phone, the caller ID is still a series of asterisks.

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