famous queen

Chapter 125 Vincent (2)
In the underground prison, Vincent followed behind his subordinates who were obsessed with oil lamps. His black leather shoes stepped on the dark and damp ground. The sound of his footsteps whirling around disturbed the bats hanging upside down above the prison.

The fluttering black shadow rushed towards Vincent in an instant.

He didn't move, his steps were still graceful, and his eyelids didn't move, as if he didn't pay attention to that dark creature.

"Bang bang bang" precise gunshots, black shadows fell like dead leaves a few meters away from Vincent.

The crackling bat corpses made this land exude a strong smell of blood.

Somewhat disgustedly frowned, almost the moment before Vincent's brows were furrowed. Behind him, the man in black who had just turned off the fire, in casual clothes, stepped forward quickly, and took out the small porcelain bottle of dark green liquid in his hand.

The translucent green liquid, poured on the bat's corpse, melted into a puddle of blood for a moment, and then gradually evaporated without a trace. In the air, there was only the smell of licorice after the rain.

After dealing with all this, those people lined up again, took off their plain clothes in unison, and spread forward under Vincent's feet, completely blocking the previous piece of land where swarms of bats fell.

Vincent kept walking, stepping on the road paved with casual clothes, and kept moving forward.

Stopping in front of a door, he motioned for his men to open the door.

The woman with loose hair, after hearing the sound of the lock turning, her gray eyes finally regained their spirit.

Pushing away the dirty hair that hasn't been washed for a long time, Weng Le finally recalled the cause and effect after thinking about it for a long time. She went out that day, but was suddenly hit by something on the back of the neck. .

She tried her best to get information about the gatekeepers, but those people refused to say a word to her.

After coming here for nearly a month, apart from the usual diet, no one has come here, let alone opened the door for her.

After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure out why she was imprisoned here by these people. According to the voice, they were all foreigners. She didn't remember that she had offended any big shots abroad.

"Did you recognize the wrong person, why did you arrest me here?"

Seeing the door open, Weng Lefei rushed forward and grabbed the lapel of the first person.

"Let go!" The low and chilly voice almost froze Weng Le's hands.

In the next second, her hands were clamped by two strong and tough guys, and her raised hands seemed to be shattered into powder if she moved a little more.

It was also at this moment that she finally saw the face of the man in front of her clearly. It was a face that was not inferior to Nie Feng's, but compared to Nie Feng's aloofness, this man obviously had an unconcealable evil spirit. A heart-shattering cruelty.

In those pitch-black pupils looking at her, there was unconcealable disgust, that indifferent mockery, just like she was a lifeless dead body to him.

This kind of cognition made Weng Le feel chilled. She believed that if she disobeyed the man in front of her in any way, she would die miserably in the next second.

Vincent took off the coat that Weng Le had touched before, and threw it into the hands of his subordinates behind him.

Vincent was wearing a black silk shirt, and a muscular and elastic chest could be vaguely seen inside, which was the temptation from the darkness.

"Weng Le?" Vincent stared at the unkempt woman in front of him, and slightly parted his thin lips.

Weng Le met his gaze, and couldn't help taking a few steps back, "Who are you? Why did you arrest me here?"

"Who are you? Why did you want to kill her?" Vincent always liked to control the initiative of his own words.

Weng Le shrunk his neck. Of course she knew that what he asked again could not be as simple as her name. As for her, who is she?
If it is...she has a woman who can't wait to go to hell, then who else can it be besides Qin Tianxiao?
The reason why he was imprisoned here for a month finally had an answer, and Weng Le felt that the fear in his heart gradually lessened, "Do you know Qin Tianxiao?"

Hearing Qin Tianxiao's name, Vincent's eyes obviously had a different luster, and then he lowered his eyes and said, "I am asking you."

"She stole my man, so I'm going to send her to hell!"

After finishing speaking, Vincent, who thought it was dirty even being touched by the corner of his clothes, suddenly pinched Weng Le's neck, and the dark cloud rolled his eyes, mixed with a bloodthirsty cold light, "If you talk nonsense again, I will let you , will never be able to speak!"

Weng Le had difficulty breathing, but there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and his hoarse voice made a fragmented voice, "You... like... her!"

It's not a question, but an affirmation. A woman's intuition has always been extremely sensitive.

Vincent's hand did not ease at all because Weng Le accurately answered his thoughts, and the air in Weng Le's nose became thinner and thinner.

If she wanted to die like this, at the hands of an unknown man, she would not be reconciled, even death would not be reconciled!
"I can... help you!" Gululu's voice was squeezed out of the throat after a lot of effort. This would be Weng Le's last life.

When the oxygen turned into a thread of tobacco after the candle was extinguished, Weng Le no longer had any hope.

But suddenly, the moment she saw the outstretched hands of the God of Death, she was thrown out by inertia.

Finally regaining the freedom to breathe, Weng Le coughed, breathing in the air almost greedily.

"Prove to me your worth?" Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was playing with a Swiss Army knife inlaid with rhinestones in his hand.

The cold knife light mixed with Vincent's unpredictable face, Weng Le swallowed saliva unconsciously, she knew that unless she could make a proposal that would make the man in front of her fall in love, her heart would definitely be in the next second. Will be pierced by that knife.

This is a dangerous man. To make a deal with him, you must use your own life as a bargaining chip.

"Take what you want!" The four words are very simple, but the information contained thereafter is not simple.

She wants Nie Feng, and Vincent needs Qin Tianxiao, so she will do whatever it takes to get a man, and when she gets Nie Feng, Qin Tianxiao will naturally fall into Vincent's arms.

"Why should I trust you?" This woman is very cunning, just judging from her strain and reaction, it can be seen that she has deep scheming.

Weng Le probably didn't expect Vincent to distrust her, and he admired this man for a while. It seems that this man is not a fool who was blinded by love and reason.

(End of this chapter)