Wei Zhehan was full of murderous intent. When he found the trace of Yang Mufan, he just took the elevator to the top floor and saw four bodyguards from a distance, wearing uniforms specific to the Yang family, standing vigilantly and solemnly at the door of the private room.
The black eyes suddenly seemed as if they were coming from the depths of winter, and they were frighteningly cold.
He pressed his perfect thin lips tightly into a straight line without any warmth, and with a black cloud of anger wrapped around his body, he walked towards the bodyguard with slender legs.
When he was still five meters away from the door of the private room, two bodyguards immediately stepped forward to stop him and said coldly: "I'm sorry, the place here is occupied and you can't get close. Please leave quickly."
Wei Zhehan said nothing, and his handsome face showed no expression at all. He stared at the two bodyguards who stopped him with dead eyes. He was silent for three seconds, and then took advantage of everyone's unpreparedness to strike with lightning.
With such speed, he took out the steel knife hidden in his sleeve and attacked with both hands.
In an instant, two rays of cold light shot out from the dimly lit corridor that made people's scalp numb, hair stand on end, and refreshing.
The two bodyguards had no time to make any reflexive movements, or even make a little begging sound. They just widened their eyes in horror, and their bodies suddenly stiffened. After a few seconds, their heavy bodies became stiff and heavy.
fell to the ground.
When the other two bodyguards saw it, they were stunned for a moment, then realized the danger. One rushed forward to stop Wei Zhehan, and the other wanted to alert Yang Mufan in the box.
However, Wei Zhehan did not give them a chance.
brush--
The steel knife, like a sharp sword, condensed with a rich and life-killing miasma, shot towards the bodyguard who pushed the door.
Impartially, just right, it penetrated the man's temple. He was killed immediately and died with his eyes open.
Another bodyguard, who was running towards him and trying to fight with him, had not even gotten close to his body. Wei Zhehan was already in front of him like a whirlwind, and stretched out an arm to touch his body.
The moment he was slammed against the wall at the collarbone, the steel knife had mercilessly pierced his heart.
The moment he drew the knife, red blood splashed on Wei Zhehan's face.
Under the embellishment and background of blood, Wei Zhehan's handsome and beautiful face, which made people and gods angry, was engraved with a strong aura of death, as if he had just been reborn from hell.
However, Yang Mufan, who was drinking in the box, through the noisy music, keenly noticed the sound of heavy objects hitting the wall hard and the sound of falling to the ground. His eyes suddenly sank, and he looked at the people playing around.
The three brothers from the Tian family in Stud shouted in a low voice: "Sirius——"
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When Wei Zhehan kicked open the thick and heavy solid wood door, loud music that stung people's eardrums came out in an earth-shattering way.
The private room was filled with smoke and the pungent smell of unusually strong smoke and alcohol mixed together.
Wei Zhehan looked at Yang Mufan and a few others playing "stud" together. It was so relaxing, comfortable, and joyful, and he wanted to kill people for no reason.
Especially when I think of: He is enjoying life here, enjoying life, playing with women happily and happily, but... he left Mu Wanqing alone in the hospital to fend for herself, turning a blind eye and ignoring even a nurse.
Without hiring him, and with no regard for her life or death, Wei Zhehan felt that there was a burning rage in his chest that could not be extinguished, wildly devouring his last thoughts and reason.
