Mike didn't notice him and thought, could it be that Fu Linchen is going to give him money again? He replied, "I'm staying at the Bellagio Hotel, Room 0601."

He walked out of the show, looked at Fu Linchen who was standing still, and asked, "Mr. Fu, aren't you leaving yet?"

Fu Linchen's dark eyes scanned the show carefully. "Something's up. Please wait a moment."

Mike left first.

Fu Linchen received a message from his bodyguard: "Boss, I'm fine. Miss Su and Miss Qian are also fine."

It was clearly a reassuring sentence, but it was like a stone falling from the sky into a deep lake. Fu Linchen's eyes trembled violently. Something happened to her!

because--

This was not the tone the bodyguard used to speak. Fu Linchen keenly realized that someone was using the bodyguard's phone to send him a message.

This means that the bodyguard is in great danger, and naturally, she cannot be safe either.

The information was strung together like beads, and Fu Linchen went straight to Room 0601 of the Bellagio Hotel.

In the room, an oriental woman was carried out of a suitcase by a group of people and thrown casually on the huge double bed.

The woman was still unconscious, completely unaware of the dangers that had occurred or were about to occur, like a fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Mike was so anxious that he didn't even bother to take a shower. He quickly took off all his clothes and ran to the woman on the bed.

He looked at the black-haired, black-eyed oriental woman on the bed as if she were a commodity, his gaze sliding from her face to her toes, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"Oriental women, beautiful, and look fun."

Mike reached out and peeled the skirt off the woman.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the door was kicked open from the outside. Fu Linchen walked in, emitting a cold air like snow.