The weather wasn't particularly cold.
The air conditioner was running humming inside.
However, the cigar-smoking man couldn't stop sweating profusely, as if he had been soaked in water.
Just a moment ago he was full of pride and satisfaction.
He felt that everything was under his control.
The next instant, Yan Jiu kicked him down from the clouds.
The stark contrast caused him to break down. He couldn't maintain his composure, and he couldn't even withstand Yan Jiu's second kick, so he clutched his stomach in pain.
The cigar-smoking man gritted his teeth: "Yan Jiu!"
Yan Jiu responded, "Grandpa is here."
Even the most foolish man with the cigar knew that Yan Jiu wasn't here to back down today, so he forced himself to get up.
I want to call security.
However, before locking the door, he specifically instructed that no matter what noises they heard, they were not allowed to come and disturb them.
The cigar-smoking man only brought trouble upon himself.
Just as he was about to angrily rebuke Yan Jiu, he realized what Yan Jiu meant.
Yan Jiu suddenly showed weakness.
She looked terrified and regretful.
Yan Jiu said softly, "I'm sorry, boss. It was just a conditioned reflex. You know, my face always causes me trouble. I have no choice but to learn some self-defense skills. Kicking you was not my intention."
The cigar-smoking man's anger was stuck in his throat.
He knew Yan Jiu's personality in the past, and he was definitely not like this now, who would use his hands and feet as much as possible.
But the footprint on his stomach reminded him that Yan Jiu had used all his strength in that kick.
It's not a conditioned reflex at all.
Just as he was struggling with this decision.
His insatiable lust replaced his intelligence.
The man with the cigar smiled and waved to Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu put her hands behind her back, walked over awkwardly, and raised her fist as the cigar-smoking man bared his teeth.
The next second.
A muffled groan sounded again.
Yan Jiu knocked out the cigar-smoking man's front teeth. He spun 360 degrees in the air and finally lay on the floor, seemingly dead.
He got up in a daze.
He saw Yan Jiu smiling, her back to the light.
At this moment, Yan Jiu was as dangerous as a venomous wild beast, exuding an absolute desire for control.
Looking at Yan Jiu, whose demeanor was completely different from before, how could he not understand that he had been tricked again?
The cigar-smoking man gritted his teeth, no longer blinded by beauty: "Ya Jiu, Che Si, you found this!"
He speaks with a lisp.
But this did not diminish his anger.
As soon as the cigar-smoking man finished speaking, the scroll hanging on the wall rose into the air and landed in his hand.
Battle is imminent.
If Yan Jiu's master were here.
They would definitely try to persuade me with their hands behind their backs.
It should be understood that every arrogant person eventually becomes obedient and docile in front of his little Ajiu. Never try to challenge this truth with your actions.
Unfortunately, Yan Jiu's master was not here.
No one reminded the cigar-smoking man to behave.
Therefore, it was impossible to avoid the sound of being beaten up again.
Have you eaten today?
[I ate it. I had scrambled eggs with tomatoes.]
I wonder if the scene was covered in tomato-red tomato-colored hues.
It's alright, it's just some rotten tomatoes that accidentally spilled on the ground. It won't cause any misunderstanding with the police.
Are people really talking about tomatoes?
The comments in the live stream never stopped.
The standoff continued until the cigar-smoking man shouted that he was surrendering.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! I surrender!"
Yan Jiu narrowed her eyes slightly.
He was filled with displeasure.
Cigar Man: Why do you still look so regretful?
Yan Jiu pulled out a tissue, wiped her hands, and closed the live stream before saying, "You've been running this company for 22 years, during which time you've directly or indirectly harmed 114 people, both men and women."
The man with the cigar looked at Yan Jiu in shock.
He was beaten so badly he was unrecognizable.
But he didn't care.
They clung tightly to Yan Jiu's words.
How did Yan Jiu know?
What else does she know?!
Yan Jiu slowly walked up to the man with the cigar.
The cigar-smoking man had never been so terrified.
After adding the rose cross.
He was only tasked with finding women with the Shaoyin constitution.
Used to maintain the operation of the borrowing formation.
period.
He offered 111 women to the organization.
The remains of those people were disposed of by the Rosicrucians, and the world would not notice anything amiss.
However, three male Rosicrucians were unaware of this.
Those three were boys who were even more beautiful than women. It was his lust that got the better of him, and his lack of discernment between men and women.
But he buried the remains of those three people forever in a hidden compartment in his office, and no one should have known.
Yan Jiu sneered and said meaningfully, "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place."
She always knew that there was more to the world than just good and evil.
Even good people can turn to evil.
besides.
There are also those who are born bad.
The cigar man is that kind of person.
He lost both his parents at a young age. In order to go to school, he tricked his younger sister into dropping out of school to support him. After growing up, he showed no gratitude and abandoned his poor brother-in-law's family.
He even went to jail for trying to steal money.
After his release from prison, he sought wealth and power.
Sell yourself to the Rosicrucian Cross.
In return, they enjoyed 22 years of unparalleled glory.
The man with the cigar leaned on the table, his gaze unusually serious: "What do you want?"
Yan Jiu lifted the scroll.
Quietly observe the Three Pure Bells inside.
Yan Jiu said without exaggeration, her tone so gentle it could melt your heart: "Nothing more, I want you to accept my death sentence package. I want to use your life to pay tribute to my Azi, to the innocent Miao family of three who were caught in the crossfire, and to those 114 lives."
She watched with a smile as the cigar-smoking man retreated and struggled.
Like a hunter's perverse pleasure with his prey, she relished the desperate cries of the prey as it was captured by death.
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