Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 474 Murder!
Fortunately, he met the sixth Crown Prince Roy. He never regarded him as a lowly servant, ate and sat with him, and regarded him as a bosom brother.

Roy's kindness to him and to the Xia family made him willing to go through fire and water for him and devote himself to Country R. This was the only way he could repay him.

Xia Yizhen stopped crying, and told Xia Qinghao all of Gu Lan's plot to usurp the throne, and asked him to rescue King Roy as soon as possible.

Glenn's tone on the phone sounded confident, as if he was certain to win the throne, but if he wanted to take the throne, he had to get rid of the current king without anyone noticing.

This means that Roy, who is recuperating in the palace, may encounter accidents at any time.

Who knew that her brother didn't care about it, and instead took her hand and sat down on the lounge chair by the pool, "It seems like a long time since our brothers and sisters have talked face to face."

Xia Qinghao sighed, and looked up at the starry sky. The roof above the swimming pool was made of highly transparent material, and he could clearly see the starry night sky outside.

"If the Xia family hadn't encountered that fire, your brother Xia Wenyi would be a world-renowned astronomer by now." Xia Qinghao retracted his gaze, and glanced at the mobile phone on the table next to him from the corner of his eye.

Out of selfishness, he deliberately did not hang up the phone, and Xia Wenyi could hear what they said.

"Can we not talk about him?" Xia Yizhen's face darkened slightly, for the person who abandoned Xia's family and her, she hasn't decided whether to forgive him or not.

As Xia Qinghao expected, Xia Wenyi never hung up the phone, and he also wanted to know what kind of attitude his sister had towards him at the moment.

Hearing that his younger sister Xia Yizhen didn't even want to talk about him, Xia Wenyi slowly put the microphone back, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

People have to be responsible for the mistakes they make, even if they never forgive him, it is his own fault.

"Xia Wenyi!"

When Xia Wenyi walked out of the phone booth and was about to leave, a strange voice stopped him.

The shout came from behind, Xia Wenyi turned around quickly, and his body instinctively adjusted to a defensive state, but the strange thing was that there was no one behind him.

The voice calling his name was very real, and he was sure it was not an auditory hallucination.

Xia Wenyi was full of doubts, and suddenly stretched out a hand from behind and patted his shoulder, "Are you looking for me?"

The touch on his shoulder made Xia Wenyi take a few steps back in shock, he turned his head and finally saw the speaker.

"Who are you?" Xia Wenyi looked at him vigilantly, and it was by no means an easy person to quietly appear behind him.

"For people who are about to die, I don't think there is any need to waste saliva." The visitor raised his head, bloodthirsty killing intent appeared in his eyes.

"Why did you kill me? Who sent you here?" Xia Wenyi subconsciously touched his waist, the pistol that Xia Qinghao's soldier had taken during the day was still there.

Out of a soldier's instinct, Xia Wenyi could feel the murderous aura in the man in front of him.

The bloody smell of murderous intent is very strong, it cannot be formed in a day or two, this person is likely to be a professional killer or a mercenary from another country, and no less than ten lives were lost in his hands.

Xia Wenyi raised the gun in his hand without hesitation.

The person in front of him smiled strangely, his figure fluctuated, and he suddenly turned into a woman.

No time to be amazed at the scene that really happened at this time, which cannot be explained by science. When he saw the woman standing in front of him clearly, Xia Wenyi's hand holding the gun began to tremble.

"Really." His eyes widened, his lips trembling constantly.

"Brother, do you have the heart to do it?" The woman in front of her slightly pursed her lips. ． ． ． ． ．
(End of this chapter)