Author: Filthy MACHINE TRANSLATION
After Ling Jue left, Huang Liu stood up after a while. He held the bloody nine square tightly and limped away from the scene.
Everyone thought that he had been kneeling for a long time. They did not know that there was a bloody mark on his leg.
Ling Jue exchanged all the chips before she left the second floor.
She did not plan to go to the first floor. She would go to the basement to find some good jade. When Tang Yuan woke up, there would be delicious food.
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This time, she was holding a card. Their casino had everything they needed. They even had a card that did not require a real name.
She had won eighty million in the casino with this card. No one would believe that she had become a rich person after just one game.
However, fifty million was dirty money. It was all she had today.
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Ling Jue had just walked out of the elevator when the corridor on the first floor of the basement turned dark. However, the elevator was still operating as usual. She was sure that the power was not cut off.
She stood in the dark and a group of people walked out of the private elevator in a moment.
“Why are the lights dim?” They were curious. They walked out of the elevator and looked at the corridor in confusion.
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There was no other light except for a little light at the end of the corridor.
Bang!
She stood by a small door and saw a faint gunshot coming from the window on the left.
The gambling stone went out of the door on the right, and the parking lot was on the left.
“Protect the president!” Someone shouted. One of the people who came out had been shot and fell to the ground.
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Ling Jue’s eyes flashed. She was sure that the shooter had left.
A few people chased after him to the left, leaving only three people to accompany a tall man.
“Let’s bury him.” The man’s voice was like the most elegant and pleasant cello sound. It could easily touch the chord in people’s hearts, and it could also calm the chord in people’s hearts. The two kinds of feelings were intertwined.
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“Yes.” The two people dragged the person who was lying on the ground down.
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Ling Jue’s expression changed slightly. There was actually someone who was so cold and heartless. However, why was this voice so familiar?
“Go find a mop and clean this place up,” he suddenly said indifferently.
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“President, I want to protect you!”
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“Do you think I need your protection?” He turned his head and looked in Ling Jue’s direction. “Go.”
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“Yes!” The bodyguard was speechless. He turned around and went to find a mop.
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Ling Jue heard his footsteps slowly walking towards her. Her heart was inexplicably raised. Wasn’t this man…
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Feng Yulin?
It was actually him!
“Have you seen enough?” He leaned against the side, took out a cigarette, and handed it to her. “Have one.”
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“…” Ling Jue did not understand what he meant. However, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have changed her appearance and height. He probably did not know that this was the person he had met twice.
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“You don’t smoke?” He chuckled, making a clear sound like a cello.
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“This is the last one. If that’s the case, I’ll send you on your way.” He put away the cigarette and grabbed at her neck like an eagle seeing its prey.
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Ling Jue’s pupils constricted. She quickly grabbed his wrist and said in a cold voice, “I wasn’t the one who shot you just now.”
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“I know, but anyone who sees it will die!”
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“Oh?” Ling Jue sneered and walked out from the gap. She threw his hand away coldly. “That depends on whether you have the ability or not!”
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PA!
A soft sound was heard. The chandelier above their heads lit up.
Feng Yulin frowned when he saw his face. “Who are you?”
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Why does this kid look so familiar?
“Who the hell cares who I am!”
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“You look very much like a kid, but even so, you have to die!”
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Digression (from the author)
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Feng Yulin wanted to kill Ling Jue because she knew his true colors and also knew that he was the one who assassinated the president. Therefore, he felt that keeping her alive would harm him and not kill the female lead for no reason. Could it be considered flirting? Anyway, he wouldn’t really kill her. Was it too late for love?
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