Let's go back to the night Boss Huang was murdered.
A phone call came in, and the caller said he had something he wanted.
Mr. Huang, feeling guilty, acted quite anxiously.
He kept inviting the other person out to meet, but was rejected time and time again.
Finally, the man on the phone offered to personally return the videotape to him.
Although Boss Huang knew he was after money.
I never imagined he would be so bold.
He readily agreed, gave the other party the address, and arranged for bodyguards to wait outside the door, ready to apprehend any suspicious individuals immediately.
But he waited for two whole hours that night.
To his utter surprise, the person behind him entered through the window of his room.
The person was wearing a hat and a mask, so he couldn't see their face clearly.
Somewhat wary, Mr. Huang subconsciously pushed his wheelchair back a little, and when he came to the desk, he reached out and touched a knife.
My heart breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He really miscalculated; he actually sent all his men out.
This person must be incredibly skilled to be able to evade so many people's gazes.
"Oh, where is what I asked for?" Mr. Huang asked with a smile, feigning composure.
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a videotape.
Upon seeing this, Mr. Huang became extremely nervous.
How much money do you want?
As he spoke, Boss Huang's scrutinizing gaze fell upon him.
He didn't know if this person knew him.
Otherwise, why would he have gotten himself into this state?
"I don't want money." At this moment, the man's voice came in a very low voice.
Mr. Huang was taken aback.
It's free.
"Then what do you want?"
"I'll take your life."
"Nonsense!" His life?
Mr. Huang laughed, laughing at his overestimation of his abilities.
"Young man, you've got quite the nerve."
Does he even know how much his life is worth?
They dared to say that.
Boss Huang thought he was tired of living.
"How about this, I'll give you ten million."
He got ten million for a videotape, that's a good deal, isn't it?
But to my surprise, he still refused.
"I've come here today to take your life."
*Smack*
The videotape was thrown on the ground, and Mr. Huang's heart skipped a beat when he heard the sound.
He instinctively gripped the knife in his hand, but hadn't reacted yet.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew in.
Bang!
A loud bang.
He and his wheelchair flipped over.
He fell to the ground, and the old man grimaced in pain.
The knife fell out and couldn't be picked up.
Mr. Huang panicked immediately, "You, if you kill me, you will pay with your own life."
"Is it worth sacrificing yourself for?"
He's stalling for time.
It's almost eleven o'clock.
When his servants bring him milk, she will definitely call for help.
But it seemed like the other person knew exactly what he was thinking.
Are you waiting for someone to rescue you?
"..." Mr. Huang did not answer.
He reached for the desk with one hand, trying to get up.
But then the man suddenly kicked him.
He fell again, and his lip bled.
"You don't have that chance anymore."
He was laughing, but his voice was extremely cold.
Mr. Huang didn't know who this person was.
Why would he want to make things difficult for him?
Do you, we, and I know each other?
"Who are you from, and what is our connection?"
He asked a lot of questions.
There was no response.
Before long, the blood-red flames illuminated the entire room.
Mr. Huang, puzzled, looked up blankly.
The firelight reflected in his pupils.
"This, this is..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the spherical object floating in the air suddenly moved closer to him...
"ah!!!"
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