This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

But now everything is gone, not only will the police in country r not let her go, but the gang in country r will definitely find an opportunity to kill her.

“No, let go of me! Let go of me! You've got the wrong person!” White Lotus tried so hard to get rid of two police officers in the R Country, but unfortunately one woman couldn't get rid of two strong men at all.

“Zisheng! Zisheng, help Mama! Don't let them take me away!” After looking around at everyone's indifferent face, White Lotus shouted at the night sitting on the ground.

Nightson Sheng raised his head, his eyes without focal length stared at White Lotus. Half a mile, he said: “My mother is dead. ”

“You son of a bitch, I should have strangled you in the first place. You're as useless as your scumbag father. You shouldn't have been born in the first place, scumbag! ”

White Lotus cursed, that vicious eyes and words, really hard to believe, was what a mother said to her child.

Sheng Zisheng's face was numb and seemed to have no feelings for White Lotus's words, but just sat on the floor like a puppet.

As White Lotus was taken away, the conference room also returned to calm.

Waving at the top of Wang Yin and others, "Do what you have to do. ”

“Yes!” the top nodded and left the conference room.

As a result, the conference room only had the night sung on the ground, the night sky leaning against the door, the night sitting on the stool Zhongyuan and Cheng Yalin, and the evening sunset with wristbands resting on the chest of the conference table.

Night Yuan Zhong watched Night Sung on the ground, his mood was extremely complicated, he wanted to say something, but in the end he could not speak.

After all, they raised children, saying that it was fake not to be distressed, but likewise, Sung deeply hurt them at night, and they are still handcuffed at this time of night!

People's hearts are fleshy, they say they don't care, and that's impossible, so both hearts are as complicated as knocking over a seasoning can.

Night Sung opened his mouth and just wanted to talk.

But that was when the conference room door was pushed open and Wu Liu walked in with the two former police officers.

“I'm sorry, Chairman Night, but we just got a message saying it was a mistake, and please don't mind.” A police officer went forward to untie the handcuffs on his loyal hands at night and repeatedly apologized.

Fortunately, they just didn't do that kind of downhole thing.

Night Fang faithfully waved his hand, I don't really care about this.

“Sir, ma'am, let me help you rest.” Wu Liu turned to Night Yuan Zhong and Cheng Yalen.

After a glance at the ever-smiling Night Xuan morning, the night faithfully glanced at the complicated, and finally nodded at Wu Six.

After all, after all this brief experience, both of them are a little confused, in the same mood as a roller coaster, really tired.

Ling Tian looked at Night Xuan in the morning and also walked out of the conference room.

The conference room door was closed and Night Xuan sat on the conference table in the morning with a smile staring at Night Zisheng. “Don't play dead, I have something to ask you. ”

To be honest, he was very sympathetic to Night Sung, but he didn't feel sorry for him.

Because all of this is his own fault, there are many ways to avenge it, and the capture of the Nightclub is largely driven by the ambition of Nightson Sung, and avenging his father is only a very reasonable excuse.

Night Sung's eyes without focal length restored some color. He looked up at Night Sun, knowing that the next Night Sun might begin to mock him or humiliate him.

But he doesn't care. If Night Xuan humiliates him, he will feel less guilty.

“Psst... you think I would humiliate you? Don't think too much, I don't have that hobby. ”