Hearing the noise coming from the door, Clary hurriedly walked out wearing a coat, "Boss..."
However, what came into view was the scene of Mr. Asaches being escorted in.
In addition to a man wearing sunglasses, there were three other guys who didn't look friendly.
"What do you want to do! Let go of Boss Asaches!"
At this time, the maid seemed to be surprisingly courageous - but courage obviously didn't have much effect in front of Fache and the others.
Fache just waved his hand casually, and in an instant a man stepped forward, easily grabbed Clary, and pushed her into the lobby of the mansion.
In the rest area of the lobby, Clary was grabbed by her hands and unable to struggle, while Boss Asaches was put directly on the ground.
"Tell me, Azaches, right?" Fache leaned on the sofa and asked casually: "Who instigated you."
"I said, I went there on my own, and no one instigated me." Mr. Asaches gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, you still have time to stop now, really!"
Fache chuckled softly, "So, you still have someone to rely on, right?"
"There is nothing to rely on." Boss Asaxes shook his head, "It's just that the sage said not to follow the path of evil."
Fache shook his head, "It seems you don't care much about this young lady. I hope my companion will be more gentle."
"No... don't come over!" Clary screamed instantly.
At this moment, something flew out quickly and hit the man who caught Clary on the head... It was a cup.
Fache instantly narrowed his eyes and looked up at the corridor above the lobby... As for the other subordinate, he had already begun to aim his pistol.
Targeting a young man sitting on the railing of the corridor on the second floor.
"Mr. Bertrand!" Clary shouted in surprise and joy.
The person sitting on the railing turned out to be Bertrand... At this moment, he made a silencing gesture towards Clary, and then jumped down from the railing.
"It seems that your companions have also begun to show up." Fache chuckled, "Mr. Asaches, perhaps you overestimate the patience of your companions."
Bertrand looked at it, then suddenly sighed and said: "What Asaches said just now is right... Brother, if you stop now, it may still be too late."
When Fache heard this, he smiled first, then shook his head and said, "You all like to preach?"
"I do this for your own good." Bertrand sighed again, "Really, believe me, I am a good person. I also hope you can be a good person."
Fache just opened his mouth and said nothing, but several of his men burst into laughter after being stunned.
"Of course we are good people! Hahaha!!"
Bertrand was about to speak when his expression changed slightly and he even muttered, "You're done..."
“It’s quite lively here.”
A woman's voice came, and they looked subconsciously, only to see a beauty with long blond hair standing on the stairs, reaching out to hold the handrail, and slowly walked down with a smile on her face.
It’s over!
Such a smile of a saint!
Bertrand opened his mouth, but finally chose to shut up... It was about an hour ago. He was just passing by the corridor because he was distracted by something and accidentally touched the vase in the corridor. Guess what?
The saint immediately opened the door to the room and walked out.
——You are too noisy, Mr. Bertrand...
There is an evil ghost... There is definitely an evil ghost appearing behind the saintly lady!
…
Yulia, who is more popular than the so-called holy girl, is even more shocking... she can even be described as a fairy.
Mr. Fache subconsciously stood up. After a fleeting glance of admiration, he politely reached out and gently circled the air twice, bowing slightly, "I'm sorry to disturb you, ma'am...it seems that we are far away."
What I want to know is getting closer."
"What do you want to know?" the maid asked calmly.
Fache waved his hand at this time, and Mr. Azashes who was on the ground was instantly lifted up, and he sat down again, "That's the purpose."
"Miss You...Youye." Mr. Asaches opened his mouth at this moment, with a look of annoyance on his face.
"As a descendant of the Duck family, Mr. Asaches is indeed a pity." The maid sighed and shook her head, "In comparison, your cousin is much superior."
What could Asaxes say... He didn't dare to raise his head in front of Miss Youye.
As for the cousin Miss Yuye refers to, she naturally refers to Ludick. As the principal of [Free City Academy], his achievements go without saying.
"Actually, that guy has a lot of bad intentions..." Mr. Asaches couldn't help but muttered.
Seeing this, the man holding Azashes snorted coldly, "This is not for you to have fun, don't talk nonsense to me here."
The maid's eyes moved slightly.
But the movement of a figure was even faster than her gaze... as fast as a stream of light - the man holding Mr. Asaches was already spinning!
A huge momentum made his brain almost faint. When he reacted, his head had been pressed directly to the floor.
The person who took action was Bertrand!
"Brother, isn't it good to be a human being?" Bertrand looked expressionlessly at the face that was squeezed by him and was about to sink into the floor. "If you are not a human being, I will help you?"
In an instant, the other two men reacted. One of them let go of Clary, and the other pounced directly on him... Bertrand still held the man's head on the ground with his palm, stood upside down, and rotated his legs.
The two of them were kicked away easily.
After the two men were kicked and fell to the ground, there was no movement.
Bertrand stood up again with a strong hand, smiled and said: "Miss... Miss Youye, there is no need for these guys to dirty your hands."
Bang——!
The sound of a gunshot instantly disturbed the tranquility of the night... Bertrand swayed slightly, turned around slowly... and frowned.
I saw Fache working on the sofa. He was holding a pistol and resting it on his knees. He said calmly: "I'm pretty good at it. It's pretty fast, but it shouldn't be faster than a bullet."
"It's hard to say whether it will be faster or not." Bertrand shook his head: "But I almost forgot that humans have mastered this kind of weapon a long time ago... It was really shocked when it suddenly collapsed."
Fache frowned subconsciously.
What did he see?
The bullet... the bullet actually slipped out of Bertrand's body bit by bit - and finally fell to the floor.
Bang bang bang bang bang-!!!!
He instinctively pulled the trigger again, and bullets shot out from the gun crazily, but at this moment, there was an invisible wall in front of Bertrand, blocking all the bullets.
Looking at the suspended array of bullets, Fache's pupils under his sunglasses began to dilate - he was still sitting on the sofa, not because he didn't want to stand up, but because his body felt stiff at this time.
"You...what on earth are you..."
Bertrand ignored Fache's words at this time, and just looked at the maid lady expressionlessly, "Miss Youye, can you leave this guy to me? It seems that I haven't killed many people since I ascended to heaven. "
The maid said calmly: "Mr. Bertrand, do you really want to kill someone?"
For a moment, Bertrand felt as if his soul had been frozen. He shuddered immediately, and his eyes filled with murderous intent gradually returned to calm. He smiled and said: "How could that be? I was just joking, I quit. It’s been a long time since I killed you, hahahaha...haha, I’m sorry.”
At this moment, Fache moved.
He jumped up, jumped over the sofa and chair, and rushed towards the door... The maid looked over instantly, her eyes brightening.
In an instant, Fache felt that the door was getting farther and farther away from him... No matter how hard he tried to sprint, everything in front of him was moving away from his sight at a faster speed.
He subconsciously looked around, only to find that the surrounding area had turned into a long bridge, with bottomless abyss on both sides... And behind him, there was a terrifying monster, chasing him crazily!
Fache could only run forward desperately, hoping to go far away from this endless long bridge... He had gone from being nervous at the beginning, to fear, to like a collapse later, but he still staggered forward. Run away.
Never ending.
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"He...what is he doing?"
Clary had already untied Asaches from his restraints at this time, while Mr. Asaches looked at the guy in sunglasses who had just stepped over the sofa and chair and wanted to escape.
This guy stood motionless, but for some reason, he started to sweat, and there was sweat all over his forehead?
"Don't ask if you don't understand anything," Bertrand said suddenly.
Mr. Azashes was stunned and opened his mouth... Shouldn't it be that you should ask about things you don't understand?
"Mr. Asaches."
At this moment, the maid suddenly called out.
"I...I'm here!" Hearing this, Asaches stiffened and responded quickly.
The maid said calmly: "As a resident of this mansion, I am very dissatisfied with the security work of your mansion. It seems that this mansion will be closed down next year under the hands of Mr. Azashes."
.”
...Don’t use the future perfect tense!
"I...I try my best to respond to your expectations?" Mr. Asaches could only ask tentatively.
The maid breathed a sigh of relief, then turned upstairs without saying anything.
Mr. Azashes and Clary looked at each other, wanting to speak, but they didn't dare to say a word - Miss Youye's aura is too strong!
It wasn't until Miss Youye disappeared in the corridor that Mr. Assachs breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, touched his forehead, and looked at Bertrand innocently, "Then... Bertrand
Sir, where are we now?”
"Just wait." Bertrand shrugged, "According to Miss Youye's... well, her temperament, this guy with sunglasses will have to stand at least until morning - maybe until my uncle wakes up, I hope he
It won’t collapse.”
Clary couldn't help but blinked and asked curiously: "Mr. Bertrand, you seem to know Miss Youye very well... Didn't you just meet in [Donremi] Village?"
"Don't ask if you don't understand anything." Bertrand smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "Now, who will help me tie up these guys?"
"I'll do it!" Mr. Asaches pinched his sleeves and stood up without saying a word, "I'm so happy!"
…
…
"Boss, please drink some hot tea."
At this moment, Clary brought a cup of brewed black tea, a small saucer of sugar, and some milk, and came to Mr. Asacia's narration.
In the rest area, except for the man in sunglasses who was standing still, three other men had been tied up and piled randomly on the ground... As for Bertrand, he was trying to find out from these people.
thing.
Especially firearms.
Mr. Azashes was afraid and hid at the counter in the lobby, silently peeping... He was actually in shock and was recovering from his thoughts at the moment.
"Oh...ok." Mr. Asaches nodded subconsciously, and then said: "By the way, what time is it now?"
"Three o'clock in the morning...well, almost four o'clock."
"Is it already this time?" Mr. Azashes shook his head. After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone and opened the address book. He called for a long time, but no one seemed to answer.
He frowned and immediately made another call, but still no one answered.
Mr. Assassis couldn't help but shook his head, but seeing that Clary was hesitant to speak, he asked: "Do you have anything to say?"
"Boss, actually..." Clary opened her mouth, then shook her head: "Boss, what on earth are these people..."
"Obviously, I'm involved in trouble." Mr. Assassis said with a wry smile: "I don't know why, but ever since the curse incident happened in the mansion, I feel that I have been very unlucky."
Clary suddenly smiled and said: "It must be the boss who always pretends to be a saint, so you are punished by God."
Mr. Azashes then knocked the little maid on the head and said, "Don't say such nonsense."
Clary stuck out her tongue... Tomorrow, she would tell the principal of the campus to refuse the invitation. She didn't want to cause trouble to Mr. Assassies at this time.
But there is one thing that I still have to tell him.
"Boss, I..." Clary took a deep breath, and then whispered: "I seem to be able to pray, and my destiny system can be opened."
"What?" Mr. Assassis couldn't help being slightly surprised, "Really...really?"
"Look." Clary made a gesture of opening something with her hands.
But he saw Mr. Asaches shaking his head and saying: "You know, I can't see anything... However, it is a good thing that your destiny system can be restored. You can wait here for me."
With that said, Mr. Asaches turned around and went upstairs.
Clary could only nodded obediently.
…
…
After returning to the room, Mr. Asaches first leaned against the door and breathed out slowly. Soon, he walked to the window and slowly knelt down in the position specially set up for prayer.
.
After closing his eyes and praying for a while, he slowly opened his belt and took off his pants.
His thigh was wrapped with more than a dozen bandages... The bandage was stained with blood, and Mr. Asaches untied the bandage expressionlessly.
Under the bandage, wrapped around his thigh, was a metal tie with barbs... At this time, Mr. Azashes grabbed the tie with both hands, gritted his teeth, and tightened the tie again.
A little more.
His brows instantly wrinkled, as if he was enduring great pain.
Panting... After half a minute of panting, Mr. Asaches's face gradually returned to calm. He wrapped a bandage on his thigh again, and then put on his clothes.
When he went out, Mr. Azashes already had a notebook in his hand.
The notes were taken out from under the floor under his bed.
This was originally supposed to be something that belonged to Clary.
