Chapter 2543 The Southern King

This is a very luxurious three-story building.

There is only a large hall on the third floor that allows hundreds of people to dance at the same time. The floor is covered with smooth ceramic tiles and European mahogany antique furniture, wandering with restrained and moist light. The pillars and walls in the middle are decorated with gold-shattered colors, and crystal lamps like blooming flowers are hanging above.

This decoration makes the whole room look magnificent.

"Who is it? Who did it?!"

After receiving the news that the London spy stronghold was taken off, the white paper, who had always been gentle and elegant, went crazy. It was his most reliable group of personal forces, loyal and strange faces, and it was very convenient and effective in doing things, but at this moment the entire stronghold was burned and the frogs and the others were not aware of it.

The plan was originally carried out as he imagined, but who knew that he encountered a mutation at a critical moment.

After smashing everything that could be smashed in the house, he even overturned a valuable mahogany table, roaring like a lion like thunder, and then fell silent: "I understand, it is the Three Kings! It must be the Three Kings! No, to be precise, it was made by Chu Tian."

"I want them to die without a place to bury."

The information from these days shows that Chu Tian is too leisurely. He spends time with his full meal all day and enjoys his life. He does not attack or hold a conference or show up. Now he thinks that Chu Tian must have known that someone has followed him, and slowly stabilizes the frog and the others to take the poison. His mind is really unpredictable.

"Chu Tian!"

The white paper fan, which is usually gentle and handsome, looks like Bai Wuchang, the messenger of hell, whose face is pale because of forcibly suppressing anger. The fan in his hand folded and shouted coldly: "They are only staring at Chu Tian. Now they will definitely not be able to escape from Chu Tian."

"This kid is really hateful! I didn't attack him, he killed someone and set fire."

The white paper fan was naturally outstanding in his former military advisor. He also suggested that he should go to Hong Kong to develop, but unfortunately he was finally abolished by Chu Tian and the Three Kings. His old subordinates far away in Europe were quickly cleaned by the three kings. Fortunately, the white paper fan discovered the clues in time.

Because of his joint counterattack with Butler Fu, the Three Kings caused a lot of trouble, and forced Chu Tian, ​​the future leader, to come to Europe. He Shengtang had hundreds of thousands of children, and Yuan Bolang's remaining old subordinates had at least 100,000, which allowed the white paper fan to confront the power of the Three Kings.

His intelligence allowed him to quickly judge the outline of the incident.

He bit his lip slightly, and a cold light shot out from his eyes and said, "If this military advisor had not played a big game of chess, I would immediately reveal the news that the boy had arrived in London. I would like to see how a mere Chutian and the power of the three kings would compete with the entire European royal family?"

"Maybe, a little rich businessman, Nangong Yue, can kill him."

Speaking of this, he regained confidence and peace, after all, he felt at ease when he thought of chips.

However, his grim look of smiling but not smiling made the bodyguards standing around the hall and the dozens of good men hired by high salaries frightened by the strange smiles from the white paper fan. In comparison, there was only one person in this room, which was quite calm and calm.

This is a man in his thirties. He is sitting on the short sofa at the corner of the hall. Perhaps because of his not too tall, he looks like he is trapped in. His face is numb and he will not react without any reaction when he hits lightning. His eyes are slightly closed, as if he is asleep and awake.

But there was an indescribable blood all over his body.

The other bodyguards and masters deliberately kept a distance from him, as if there was something terrible on him. Although he was sitting in a remote position, his body was stuck in the sofa, and it seemed not protruding at all, but his vision was very wide, and everything in the hall was within his observation range.

He was like a cheetah lying on the hill, looking around the surroundings with expressionless faces, as if waiting for the appearance of prey, and also as if protecting the safety of the white paper fan. His arms were naturally drooping, like a slender finger like a pianist, happily playing with a knife.

This person is Mo Yidao, known as the "ghost on the battlefield".

"Bai Military Advisor, the frog was sent back."

A subordinate ran in nervously from outside: "Just outside the door."

When he heard that the frog had returned, a hint of joy immediately emerged from his face. He waved his hand and asked someone to call the frog in. Not long after, the frog, who was covered in wounds but could still walk, stood in front of the white paper fan, and fell into everyone's eyes. The frog had not changed much except for the skin and flesh injuries.

Only the white paper fan found some clues, that is, the frog's temperament was completely different from usual, without the violence and wariness of the past, nor the murderous aura of the past. At this moment, the frog was like a sword immersed in the rain, transmitting indescribable coldness.

That is a change in mentality that has experienced life and death.

"Frog, you're finally back."

The white paper fan waved and asked someone to bring the sofa, and poured him a glass of water in person: "I'm still worried that you would be killed by Chu Tian. By the way, tell me the situation. What happened? Who took down the stronghold in London? Who killed the brothers? How did you come back alive?"

"Butler Fu betrayed us."

The frog sipped in a sip of warm water, and spoke in a strange and cold tone: "Butler Fu killed three brothers in a row, or shot in front of me. I bet on my life if I could come back alive. Mr. Bai, Butler Fu is just a villain, you must cut him into pieces!"

"Butler Fu killed someone?"

The white paper fan was slightly stunned, and glanced at the confidant general, Frog, and wanted to see something, but only saw a cold feeling. He couldn't help but frown slightly: "Butler Fu usually doesn't dare to kill chickens, how dare he kill people? Is there any misunderstanding? Frog, how did you come back?"

"How dare he kill people? He fired four shots at me."

The frog showed a strange and invisible smile on his face, and his eyes were empty and looked back at the white paper fan: "I was able to come back alive because I made a big bet with Chu Tian for my life, the Russian death game, I shot five times in the head, but I didn't die, so Chu Tian let me go."

Everyone around was slightly surprised: firing five shots in a row is indeed a gambling life.

"Whether you believe it or not, Butler Fu is a villain."

The frog drank the clean water in the cup: "I will kill him! I will definitely kill him! By the way, Chu Tian asked me to give you a few words. If you know the current affairs, you will be on an equal footing with the King of Shengtang and the Three Kings of East and West. If you want to make trouble, then your disaster has come!"

The white paper fan's body was shocked: "King Nan?"

"I'll take the words and I'll go to rest."

The frog was calmer than ever before: "I will definitely kill Butler Fu."

The frog walked out of the hall with a rare indifference, waved his hand to let the bodyguards and masters withdraw, then looked at Mo Yidao who was trapped in the sofa, and raised his fingers gently: "Yidao, have you noticed that the frog is a bit weird? Do you think he will have problems?"

There is a problem with this, naturally it refers to betrayal.

"Won't!"

The wide sofa slowly rose, and Mo Yidao, with a expressionless face, slowly sat upright. His eyes opened coldly: "His weirdness comes from a change in his mind. In the past ten hours, his mind must have suffered severe damage. Now, he can no longer tolerate any other emotions except hatred."

Mo Yidao stopped the blade in his hand, and his voice remained cold: "And he had inner hatred and murderous intent towards Butler Fu, which proved that Butler Fu did kill three brothers in front of him, and even the gun could have hit the frog, so he hated him to the core."

The white paper fan did not speak, but was just thinking.

Mo Yidao continued to say what he observed: "Also, he said that there should be no falsehood when playing the Russian death game with Chu Tian. This can be seen from his expression. Although he was angry and painful, a hint of escaping from death appeared between his eyebrows."

"No doubt, he suffered the impact of life and death choices."

Mo Yidao waved his hand and summarized it clearly: "So it was not Chu Tian who came back alive and did it on purpose, and Chu Tian had no motivation to let him go on purpose. If I guess it was right, Chu Tian wanted to play the game of cat and mouse, but God favored the frog and let him escape."

The white paper fan exhaled a long breath, and his brows frowned again:

"Things are different from what I imagined. It seems that I have to think about it quietly."

ps: Third update, please ask for flowers.
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