The prison was dark, the lights were dim, and a few incandescent lamps dimly illuminated it. Mr. Fan looked downcast, and his charming face looked a little distorted under the light. He was a celebrity after all, so the cells were all independent.
, instead of the kind of collective cell, which was too messy and undermined Mr. Fan's identity, so he got himself into such a special cell through some connections.
Although it is closed to the outside world, it is still a room with air conditioning and a TV.
Crunch…
The door outside the cell was opened, but no one was seen coming in. The first thing he saw was a long and narrow black shadow pulling in. Mr. Fan was stunned for a while, looking at this shadow, he felt that this person was extraordinary just by looking at this shadow. Then he felt that this person was extraordinary.
Following the constant movement of the shadow, a handsome young man finally walked through the door. He had sharp edges and dark bronze skin, wearing a camouflage vest, a pair of military-colored camouflage pants, and a pair of multi-functional US military field boots.
The corners of the young man's mouth were slightly hooked, and there were a man and a woman standing on the left and right. The man had a rough face and a tall figure; the woman had a beautiful appearance and a very hot figure. The three of them suddenly barged in, which surprised Mr. Fan very much.
She looked at several people in astonishment and said in astonishment: "You... who are you?!"
"We are here to punish you!" Li Xiaohu sneered.
"You...you are the masterminds behind this!" Mr. Fan's eyes widened immediately. Mr. Fan is not stupid, on the contrary, she is very smart, otherwise she would not be today. Although she was defeated at the hands of Li Xiaohu, it was only because of a momentary failure.
Negligence. Li Xiaohu sneered and said: "Black hand?! Is that wrong? You were indeed the one who killed King Zhou Tian. Zheng Ze, we can definitely put the blame on you!"
Now Mr. Fan's reputation has plummeted, and almost everyone in Hong Kong believes that Zheng Ze's death is closely related to Mr. Fan. What is lacking now is a piece of evidence that directly proves that Mr. Fan is the murderer of Zheng Ze.
"Why, why are you trying to harm me?!" Master Fan suddenly roared. It turned out that all of this was done by this strange man in front of her. She once swore in her heart that she would tear this man behind the scenes to pieces. But now, looking at
The mastermind behind the scenes appeared in front of her, but she was powerless. She threw herself on the door of the cell, stretched out a slender arm, and her five slender fingers were like the death lock, trying to seduce Li Xiaohu's body.
Life. However, under the constraints of the cage, she could not catch Li Xiaohu no matter how she stretched out her hand.
"Huh, why?" Li Xiaohu walked over and reached out to grab Mr. Fan's delicate little hand. It was very soft. There was not much meat on the palm, but not much. There was no feeling of being skinny or fat.
The feeling. He sneered and said: "Want to know?"
"Say!" Master Fan suddenly locked Li Xiaohu's hand tightly and refused to let go, not wanting him to run away.
"Because you offended someone you shouldn't have offended!" Li Xiaohu suddenly squeezed Master Fan's hand. Master Fan suddenly felt pain and hurriedly shook off Li Xiaohu's hand. She held her injured arm and huddled in the corner, terrified.
She looked at Li Xiaohu as if she were looking at a demon. The cell door in front of her could no longer give her any sense of security. She said in horror: "I...who did I offend?"
