"Boss, we will never dare to do it again! We will definitely behave ourselves when we leave the night market! Boss, please forgive me this time because of my hard work! I will pay, and I can pay more this year!" Ma Wu shouted and couldn't help wiping his sweat. If he was handed over to the little devil, wouldn't he die a miserable death?
This kid is a ghost, a pervert!
Shen Yiwei drank tea slowly and gracefully.
He just raised his eyes, and the thin figure suddenly jumped out from the chair, like a ferocious monkey, and disappeared in an instant. Then only a shout was heard, and Ma Wu rolled down.
Ma Wu did not close his eyes immediately. His face was full of fear, his eyes were filled with despair and resentment, and he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.
Facing these, Shen Yiwei's face did not change much.
But it was obvious that he didn't like the smell, so he put down the teacup and got up to walk out.
His attendant hurried after him, following him to the small garden behind the main hall. The garden was elegantly landscaped, a stark contrast to the shabby exterior. Furthermore, their courtyard was surrounded by a vast expanse of poor houses, one next to the other. Finding a way into their yard was impossible.
So there is only one exit to enter their yard.
Of course, there are other exits, but only the boss knows about them.
"Master, do we need to investigate this matter tonight?"
Shen Yiwei looked at the shadowy scenery under the lantern candlelight in front of him, and smiled sarcastically: "Uncle Leng, don't call me Master anymore. There is no such thing in this world. We are all the same."
Uncle Leng is actually quite old, but he still said respectfully: "Yes, Master."
He shouldn’t, and Shen Yiwei wouldn’t say anything. Uncle Leng is a sensible person and won’t make mistakes when he goes out: “So many people are chasing gangsters tonight, someone should investigate tomorrow.”
"Don't worry, young master. Now that Ma Wu and the other two have disappeared, nothing can be found out." Uncle Leng said calmly.
Shen Yiwei smiled helplessly: “I really don’t like dead people!”
"Master, you don't need to worry about these things. I will take care of them." Uncle Leng said respectfully.
Shen Yiwei shook his head helplessly and smiled: “Uncle Leng doesn’t have any young masters now.”
"Yes, Master."
“…”
The night wind blew, and a smell of blood rushed in, followed by a thin figure floating in.
Uncle Leng looked at the newcomer coldly and reminded him: "Xiao An, you should wash off the smell on your body before coming in. The young master doesn't like this smell."
The child ignored him and stopped to ask, "When can I go out?"
"It's not time yet." Shen Yiwei sat down and said lightly.
"I can't wait any longer. I want to get out quickly. I want to get out now!" the child screamed loudly, with bloodthirsty madness in his eyes.
However, Shen Yiwei, who was sitting on the stool, was exceptionally calm: "It's not the right time yet. It's easy for you to go out now..."
"It's not time yet, it's not time yet! That's all you know how to say!" The child yelled at Shen Yiwei.
"Xiao An, don't be rude!" Uncle Leng scolded.
Shen Yiwei remained calm, and slowly turned around to look at the child opposite.
The lights flickered, their radiance casting a long shadow over the group. The child seemed furious, his eyes glaring like a beast poised to explode at any moment. Meanwhile, Shen Yiwei, standing across from him, was unusually calm, as still as the surface of a lake without a single ripple.
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