When Winters was speaking just now, the assassin quietly grabbed a handful of material from the manger and humiliated Winters.

The groom looked at the two gentlemen in horror and started fighting before they finished their three words.

Winters couldn't open his eyes now, his eyes were extremely stinging, but his blood was also aroused. He rushed towards the assassin's position, trying to fight with the other party close to him, but he was spared.

A man reached out and grabbed his arm, and Winters immediately overwhelmed the other party and punched him.

"Oh, I am a groom, I am a groom." The man who was beaten begs for mercy.

Winters had heard the assassin's voice, which was different from the one who begged for mercy. He gasped and asked, "Where is that person?"

"That master is gone."

“Where did you go?”

"I don't know where I'm going... You'd better blow your eyes quickly and don't rub them, otherwise something big will happen."

The groom ran to get clean water, helped Winters wash his eyes, and said in a nagging manner: "No bleeding, no bleeding will be fine. Don't rub the wheat straw when it enters the eyes. The edges of the small pieces are sharp like a knife, and they will be finished..."

After the foreign object was washed away, Winters' vision finally recovered. He asked the groom with red eyes: "Where did that person run?"

The groom spread his hands: "I saw that master running out of the stable."

"Has he rode a horse?"

"No."

Hearing this, Winters rushed out of the stable without saying a word and headed straight for the hall.

The Bozukhof villa is in the suburbs and can't go anywhere without a mount. The other party is now in the villa.

Contel and Andre looked at Winters, who said they were going to the bathroom in surprise, but ended up returning with wet hair and red eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Andrey said frankly: "Have you fallen into the cesspool?"

"I..." Winters was almost pissed to death: "I..."
Chapter completed!