When Yunyan heard this, her body froze, "Did you find it?" Didn't she say it couldn't be found? At the beginning, everyone thought it was a drug addict, but except for Dongfang Minghao behind the scenes, the one who really killed the killer was
The real killer.
"Well. Dongfang Minghao is willing to say it." Dongfang Boyu sneered. In such a prison, life and death are almost the same as those who can survive.
Yunyan looked at him and frowned, "He is willing to say it?"
"I promised you that I will definitely help you find the murderer who killed Yun Qi. But..." Dongfang Boyu smiled apologetically, "This matter cannot be solved through normal channels."
What does this mean?
Yunyan didn't understand much.
"The other party is a professional killer." Dongfang Boyu touched her head, "It should still be a killer who offers a heavy reward." In fact, he has been investigating some of it, but of course, there are fewer things Dongfang Minghao is willing to say to confirm.
step.
Yunyan heard the four words "Professional Killer" and felt like she was trapped in another world. She looked at Dongfang Boyu, and finally shook his hand gently and said, "Professional Killer also has enemies, not
Is it?"
If you cannot use an open solution, then use a dark solution.
This world is not just darkness, but also darkness.
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A prison in the United States
It's time to let the air flow again, which is also the favorite time for these imprisoned prisoners. The iron railing is raised high, isolating freedom, and becoming two worlds. The prison guard holding a gun on the tower just glanced at the playground indifferently
The group of people turned around and stopped paying attention.
At this time, under the iron railing in the playground, an oriental man was pushed against the iron railing with unscrupulous hands and feet. He looked at the man with yellow hair in front of him with one eye missing.
K supported himself on the iron railing with one hand, then looked at him, "Oriental boy, take off his pants."
Dongfang Minghao's face turned pale, and he looked at K, "Get out, you deserve damn."
"Whoever takes off his pants will be rewarded with him in a while." K smiled arrogantly, completely ignoring Cao Yang, who was in prison, and also ignoring that this was a place to let the wind out.
There are darker places in prison, where fists and strength can make you live better.
People like Dongfang Minghao who have a physically incomplete body cannot beat others and have a happy oriental face. He is undoubtedly the weak food of the strong here.
In the past, Dongfang Minghao might not have to fear these prisoners at all, but since he was imprisoned, all his subordinates dispersed, and all the tribe members who stood with him at the beginning also abandoned him.
He was removed from the genealogy by the Dongfang family. He wanted to die, but could not die.
Even in prison, it was impossible for him to die. Someone looked at him. As long as he almost died, a doctor with excellent medical skills would cure him.
Ha, he was once such a noble person, but in the year he was imprisoned, he had been almost the same as a half-dead person.
He could not resist at all, and his hand was pressed by someone, and someone easily pulled off his pants to his knees.
"It's so white and tender that I'm just like a woman. It's indeed the most popular little fuck here."