Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

  Chapter 20 The rain is coming (please collect and ask for tickets~~)

   "Wake him up!"

  In the dark warehouse, a man was pinned on an old wooden chair, tilted his head, and was still in a coma.

After the    order was given, one of the two tall men standing beside him waved his thick arm and slapped him in the face.

With a   pop- sound, half of his cheeks were suddenly swollen.

"Well"

   The man woke up whimpering.

  's expression was still dazed, and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and west.

   Just recalled everything just now, and immediately panicked.

   "You. You."

  Unfortunately, only a few words were uttered from the blood-stained mouth, and he had to stop in horror.

   Because at this moment, at his Adam's apple, there is an extremely sharp dagger.

The    tip had penetrated slightly into the skin, and started to bleed slowly along the damaged area.

   The man was extremely flustered, and when he wanted to struggle, he was shocked to find that the arms on both sides had been removed, and he couldn't use any strength at all.

   He was gasping for breath, and in the not-so-stuffed room, his head was covered in sticky sweat.

   "Now you know you're afraid?"

   The beautiful and gloomy voice of the woman sounded above his head, with a bloodthirsty coldness that made him tremble involuntarily.

   "I am not, I am"

  The man started talking nonsense.

  Obviously, he was quite frightened.

   However, Mu Qingcheng didn't do anything at all, and he started to feel bored.

   She didn't really want to kill him, she just frightened him.

   "Who sent you here?"

   Throwing the dagger to one of his subordinates, Mu Qingcheng turned around and sat on a haystack.

The    man looked at her with a trembling expression.

   He didn't understand, and was unable to figure it out, how could such a delicate and innocent looking girl in the past have such a strong killing intent on her body.

   And when people are forced to the extreme, all their senses will be subconsciously magnified, and they will become extremely sensitive.

   Therefore, this person did not dare to doubt whether the beautiful girl in front of him would have the ability to kill him.

   He knew she could, and dared.

   "Miss Ran sent me here."

   "What are you doing here?"

   "Indecent assault on you."

   Before Mu Qingcheng could make any move, the two men standing beside him had already revealed murderous aura.

   The man shook violently, and the room suddenly exuded a fishy smell.

   "Rely on, you"

  Mu Qingcheng covered his mouth and nose, stood up in disgust and said,

   "Retrial, we will deal with it in a while."

   "Boss, what standard?"

   "Don't wake up, just live. He'll be useful later."

"understood."

   "Ah, that's right! It's hiding a little trick, so don't let people see through it."

"Understand."

After    instructed, Mu Qingcheng turned around and left the warehouse.

   After a long delay, the race at the racecourse is about to start.

   She found a bathroom, first cleaned the smell on her body, and after confirming that no horse legs were exposed, she continued to walk towards the center of the racecourse.

   and the other side

   Racecourse Office Building, Top Floor

   A man in a jet black suit stood in front of the one-way floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the playing field with colorful flags flying not far away, his expression dark and dark.

   After a while, Si Bei, who was in a hurry, pushed the door open and said cautiously,

   "Boss, something happened at the racecourse."

".What's up?"

  The man turned around, and a sharp light appeared in his well-informed eyes.

  Si Bei took a deep breath and said,

   "It was discovered through surveillance that a staff member of the back kitchen of the horse farm seems to have been kidnapped and should be in the back warehouse now.

  I have sent someone to check it out, and there will be a message reply right away. "

   "Go, let's go over and have a look together."

  The man walked out without saying a word.

   As always, his expression has not changed at all, but those who are familiar with him know that the more calm it is, the more unpredictable it is.

   It's a storm!

   (end of this chapter)