"medicine!"
"medicine!"
Jia kept muttering to himself, his gaze fixed on the statue with his face carved in the lobby on the first floor.
The statue seemed to be an angel in his heart, carrying endless treasures, smiling and beckoning to him.
His eyes gradually became vacant, and his feet seemed to be pulled forward by some force, involuntarily taking steps forward.
The bodyguards downstairs noticed the bloodstained figure and, startled, immediately rushed towards the stairs.
However, just as Jia took a step to climb the stairs, his vision suddenly went black, he lost his balance, and tumbled down the stairs.
Surprisingly, he seemed to feel no pain, struggled to his feet, and continued to stagger toward the statue.
He raised his hand, wanting to shake hands with the "angel," but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach her.
Anxiety, restlessness, desire...
He felt he was moving too slowly; he was too eager to embrace the angel.
Multiple emotions surged within him, no longer restrained by reason.
So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jia made a surprising move.
He stepped onto the railing of the spiral staircase.
Taking a leap—
"Protect the employer!"
The bodyguards shouted in panic as they sprinted up the steps, trying to take ten steps in one, in an effort to prevent this tragedy from happening.
However, it was all too late.
The man's body traced an ungraceful arc in the air, his face filled with longing and desire, appearing both greedy and terrifying.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
His body crashed heavily onto the statue, the raised sword piercing right through him.
Even at the moment of his death, Jia maintained that expression, his body slumped over the statue's face.
Jia's face was almost perfectly replicated by the sculpted face he commissioned, fitting together seamlessly.
Blood gushed out like a flood, washing away the original white sculpture beyond recognition, as if the man's own blood was being used to wash away the sins of his life.
This statue of Jain, holding a sword, was once a symbol of his power, but now it has become his only embrace and final resting place.
The life of the "10 of Diamonds" game ended in such an absurd and tragic way.
All that remains is this blood-stained statue, silently recounting everything that happened in the manor.
"Brother Jia!"
The girl's voice echoed in the empty hall, tinged with urgency and panic.
Chuanliu rushed out of her room on the fourth floor at the perfect moment, her steps hurried and heavy.
The stairs rushed past her feet, her face filled with anxiety and unease.
When the bodyguards downstairs saw Chuan Liu rushing down, they instinctively gripped their weapons tighter, their eyes filled with vigilance.
However, when they saw Chuan Liu in tears and in a panic, their doubts lessened somewhat.
One of the bodyguards couldn't help but ask:
"Miss Chuanliu, what exactly happened? Boss Jia, he..."
The girl seemed to suddenly remember something. She abruptly raised her head and pointed towards the council chamber on the fourth floor, her voice trembling with fear:
"Murder! Murder!"
Upon hearing this, the bodyguards' expressions changed drastically, and the man in the lead immediately led a group of people upstairs.
Chuanliu followed silently behind them, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.
She knew that everything would proceed according to her plan from now on.
The bodyguards kicked open the door to the council chamber, and there lay more than ten people on the ground, already lifeless.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, sending chills down one's spine.
"Boss!"
The lead bodyguard immediately picked up Fu Baili's body. The once proud and arrogant man was now severely injured and lifeless.
He suppressed his grief and ordered everyone to collect the bodies of his fallen brothers.
Then, he walked up to Chuanliu, trying his best to hide his pained expression, and asked seriously:
"Miss Kawami, what exactly is going on?"
Although the girl in front of him looked innocent, she was the one who entered the council hall with Jia, making it hard not to be suspicious.
The girl saw one corpse after another inside the house. She seemed to be stunned and stood there, as if she hadn't heard the man's words.
"Miss Kawami?" the man reminded her again.
The girl's legs went weak, and she almost fainted.
Sun Qianfan quickly supported her, pinched her philtrum hard, and called out repeatedly:
"Miss Kawakiri, Miss Kawakiri, are you alright?"
Chuanliu, as if waking from a dream, slowly opened his eyes and saw the man's face so close to his, like a frightened bird:
"Who...who are you?"
Fearing he might inadvertently upset the only witness, the man suppressed his impatience and patiently explained:
"I am Baili's second-in-command, Sun Qianfan, '4 of Spades.' Miss Chuanliu, can you tell me what happened?"
Chuanliu nodded blankly, as if recalling something bad, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. "Qiang, Qiang is an undercover agent. He's an undercover agent that Xu Zhi sent to my side!"
"Qiang?"
Sun Qianfan tried to recall the name, searching his memory for information about the person.
The pretty boy who kept following her?
Sun Qianfan frowned, trying to recall what the bodyguard looked like, but he didn't seem to have a very deep impression.
He asked doubtfully, "You said he's one of Xu Zhi's men? Even so, how could he possibly fight more than ten people by himself?"
Chuanliu shook his head. "I don't know either. I only know that after drinking that tea, I felt dizzy. And then, he made his move."
Brother Baili risked his life to protect me and Brother Jia as we escaped. Then, I took Brother Jia and hid. The rest, I don't know.
Chuanliu sobbed as she vividly described the story she had woven.
Every detail was meticulously designed by her, making the story seem incredibly real and almost flawless.
Adhering to the principle of telling only half the truth, she cleverly avoided the key parts, making it easier for Sun Qianfan and others to believe her.
Guided by Chuan Liu, Sun Qianfan began to suspect that the group had been drugged, which explained their vulnerability.
This speculation fueled his anger, and he cursed Xu Zhi in his heart for being despicable and shameless.
Thinking of Fu Baili, who had already passed away, Sun Qianfan felt a deep sorrow in his heart.
He never imagined that the big deal Baili told him would cost him his life.
All the old and new grudges were directed at Xu Zhi. Sun Qianfan clenched his fists, a determined glint in his eyes.
He is determined to avenge Baili!
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