"Sorry Mr. Mist, I didn't mean it. I'm really sorry."
The orange-yellow champagne dyed Mist's white suit, leaving patches of white and yellow, and even dripping onto the ground, making him look quite disheveled.
Mist's female companion kept apologizing. It was really rude to fall in such a place. If she ruined Mr. Mist's cooperation, she would be completely finished.
She apologized and nervously wiped Mister's face with a handkerchief, her pretty face full of panic.
Mist didn't say anything, but Jiang Wan clearly felt Mist's body tremble.
He is over sixty years old, an age when he is afraid of death. He guards his business empire and is always worried about being targeted.
A gleam of light flashed in the dry old man's eyes. He grabbed Jiang Wan and said:
"I'm sorry to excuse me, miss, could you take me to my room to change my clothes?"
The latter sentence was said to Jiang Wan.
Mr. Mist's face showed no change of emotion. He still apologized to his partner in a very decent manner and used this as an excuse to pull Jiang Wan back.
Jiang Wan admired his wisdom in her heart, bowed humbly, and extended her hand:
"Please follow me."
There was a guest room next to the banquet hall. The moment he entered the room, Mist's face darkened:
"Who are you, and who sent you here?"
Jiang Wan still lowered her head and took out some spare clothes very naturally:
"It's not important, I'm just giving you a reminder."
Mist's voice was sharp:
"Why should I believe you if you don't say anything?"
Jiang Wan didn't expect that an old man in his sixties could still be so full of energy. It seemed that he took a lot of Ten-Herbs Tonic Pills on a regular basis.
"I said, it's not important. If I were really an enemy, I would have attacked you now."
Jiang Wan put down the broom in her hand and pressed lightly on the wardrobe in the guest room. The spot quickly sank, but Jiang Wan looked very relaxed.
Mist's pupils suddenly shrank, and a sense of fear rose in his heart.
He was really frightened by the recent rumors. He actually believed a stranger so easily. If she was hostile to him and really wanted to kill him, wouldn't it be easy?
Thinking of this, Mist's voice slowed down and became less aggressive:
"Can you tell me who sent you and who wants to kill me?"
Jiang Wan's face showed a helpless look, and he spread his hands:
"I'm sorry Mr. Mist, I can only answer one question for you."
Mist looked at Jiang Wan. At this point, it didn't matter who sent the people. The most important thing was who wanted to kill him. Only by knowing the other party's identity could he make plans early.
"Mr. Mist, have you ever heard of Hades?"
Mist frowned: "That madman from the Ghost Organization?"
Jiang Wan almost laughed out loud. It turned out that this guy's reputation outside was that of a madman.
This is consistent with his personality. Jiang Wan has never seen anyone crazier than the King of Hell.
Jiang Wan nodded: "Yes, it's him."
Mist was very puzzled: "I have no hatred or grudge against him, why would he want to kill me?"
Jiang Wan pretended to be mysterious and said, "There's an old Chinese saying, 'A common man is innocent until he possesses a treasure.' Mr. Mist, you should think about whether there's anything here that the King of Hell would want."
Mr. Mist fell silent. Jiang Wan curled the corners of her mouth. This was exactly the feeling she wanted. She said half the words and let him guess the rest. People tend to believe in what they come up with.
Jiang Wan added more fuel to the fire:
"By the way, Mr. Mist, the King of Hell seems to be very interested in Myanmar recently. That's all I have to say. Please consider it carefully."
After Jiang Wan finished speaking, she left without any hesitation and closed the door, leaving Mr. Mist to think about it alone.
When Mist heard Jiang Wan's words, his pupils widened in shock, so much so that he didn't even notice Jiang Wan had left.
Is the King of Hell going to take action against Myanmar?
Then he did have a reason to kill himself.
He really has wolfish ambitions.
Mister didn't completely believe what Jiang Wan said, but Jiang Wan's attitude was as if it was up to him to believe it or not, and he didn't want anything from her, which made Mister feel uneasy.
He couldn't just sit there and wait for death, he had to take action, otherwise if he really lost his life, it would be too late.
The King of Hell, huh? You're going to attack an old man like me? You've got to forget it!
Jiang Wan retired after accomplishing his mission, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.
Jiang Wan’s next target was the dance floor on the seventh floor.
She wanted to find Mr. Tree and randomly pick a lucky person to attract hatred.
As soon as the elevator door opened, the loud music made Jiang Wan's head buzz.
What dance floor? This is just a large bar.
Commander Yang said that Mr. Shu had a mole at the corner of his eye, but when Jiang Wan arrived at the door of the dance floor, she was stunned.
Let’s not talk about whether there is a mole or not, but what’s going on in this dance floor where everyone is wearing a mask?
Can she take off everyone's mask to see if he has a mole on his face???
Qi'an, this godfather, is a bit unreliable.
Let’s try it out first and go in and take a look.
Jiang Wan gritted her teeth and took steps forward. The sound of the drums made her heart pound and she felt very uncomfortable.
“Please wear a mask when entering the dance floor.”
Jiang Wan was stunned: "Do I need to bring the cleaning staff too?"
The staff nodded and pointed at the waiters walking back and forth on the dance floor: "Everyone wants it."
Jiang Wan had no choice but to pick a peacock mask and put it on her head before entering the dance floor.
The dance floor is huge, with several platforms where dancers twist their bodies, which is simply dazzling.
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