Mr. Feng, who was always serious and few words, spoke a lot of love words and kind words gently in front of the woman he liked.
Muzi recalled what Zhu Huan had said, that Miss Xia could make adults laugh, but she felt that Miss Xia's greatest skill was that she could drive calm adults crazy.
Miss Xia should be the happiest woman in the world, Muzi couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
After all the fuss, Xia Yucheng was really tired. She leaned against the wind in a daze and fell asleep unsatisfactorily.
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"Sir..." Zhu Huan's deep voice came from outside the door.
Feng Hao didn't respond immediately, for fear of disturbing Xia Yucheng who was sleeping. Of course, Zhu Huan didn't dare to make any more noise, and carefully knelt down at the door.
After settling down Xia Yucheng and looking at her slightly melancholy face, Feng Hao raised his hand and touched her forehead lovingly. Then he stood up and went out.
"What's the matter?" He gently closed the door behind him.
"Everyone who went to Chicago is coming back."
Feng Hao tilted his head slightly, and his amber eyes returned to their former coldness and severity.
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In a room in the backyard of the Fantasy League, a tightly tied Western man was lying on the floor, with a black cloth covering his eyes and a towel gagged in his mouth.
"Sir, this is the most capable subordinate who followed Alan in the past. Ever since Alan was killed last time, he has always wanted revenge. But he refused to admit that he did the thing in the Bahamas." Ogasawara is going this time.
Chicago's head, he replied carefully and respectfully.
Feng Hao looked down at the Western man who was tied up like a rice dumpling and said coldly: "Let him speak!"
A man quickly stepped forward and removed the black cloth from the Western man's eyes and the towel that was stuck in his mouth.
The Western man kept swearing in his mouth. While cursing, he looked at the people in front of him. When he saw Feng Hao standing in front of him, he immediately shuddered and closed his mouth.
The man who helped him remove his bindings and towel slapped him hard several times and said in English: "My lord is here. Just say whatever you ask, or I will kill you."
Blood oozed from the corner of the Western man's mouth. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Feng Hao again. He felt a strong sense of oppression, which made him lower his eyes to avoid Feng Hao's cold gaze.
"Killing is also a skill," Feng Hao spoke very fluent English. He looked at the Western man and raised the corners of his lips with a sneer, "Tell me! Who ordered you to do it?"
"I do not know what you're talking about!"
Before the Western man finished speaking, Ogasawara kicked him hard.
His facial features wrinkled up in pain, and he curled up, shouting: "It's not me, it's not me...let me go...let me go..."
"I know it's not you!" Feng Hao said lazily, stretched out his hand, and Zhu Huan handed over a sharp long knife. Feng Hao gracefully waved the long knife a few times, and the cold light shone on the Western man's face.
His eyes were flashing back and forth, making him tremble with fear.
"People, there are many ways to die. Do you want to try them all?" Feng Hao asked with a smile.
The Western man avoided the tip of the knife dangling in front of his eyes and shrank his body back.
"Where are his family members?" Feng Hao still asked Ogasawara in English.
Just as Ogasawara was about to answer, the Western men started shouting: "No! No! No! You can't do this, you can't do this..."