Los Angeles.

Bunker branch, 3 floors underground.

In the reinforced concrete room, there were only two chairs. A somewhat thin man was trapped in the chair, and the chair opposite him was empty.

Being locked in this empty and quiet room, Gandhi didn't know how long it had been.

He was very thirsty and hungry, thinking uneasily what would be the next one to greet him.

Gandhi doesn't regret what he did, he really needs that money.

Although he liked Jiabao very much and once worshiped her as a goddess, the cruel reality forced him to destroy the muse in his heart with his own hands.

Clam.

The iron door was suddenly opened, and what caught my eye was a handsome and tough male face, with three-dimensional lines and a yellow skin color.

Charlie Lee, a super rich Chinese in America, the rumored man of Garbo, and the biological father of her child Lilith.

When Gandhi saw him, he knew that the rumors were true and clearly understood why anyone was willing to use a lot of money to hurt a female star.

"Gandhi!" Li Zitao walked in from outside the door, and the iron door behind him closed again.

It was not surprising to him that he had no reply. He sat opposite him with a cold expression, and Li Zitao let go of the duffel bag he was carrying.

Dong!

The heavy noise of the collision of steel made Gandhi's heart tremble.

"You have three children...a woman who loves you, she looks beautiful, and there are three children." Li Zitao took out a stack of photos from his suit and smiled.

"Oh... look at this beautiful little princess, she is so beautiful!" Turning the photo to Gandhi, his emotions immediately became excited.

"What are you going to do? Don't get close to them, I swear if you dare..."

Bang.

He punched his mouth, blood shattered. Li Zitao casually shook the blood beads on his hand, and smiled faintly: "What, can you say it again?"

"Yeah..." Gandhi moaned in pain, and still looked at him with a vicious look: "I swear I will kill you, if you dare..."

Bang.

"What?" Li Zitao put his bloody hands in his ear to listen.

"I..." Gandhi spitted blood and wanted to say something.

Bang.

"Sorry, I don't hear it very clearly." Looking at the blood on the back of my hand, the smile on the corner of my mouth became ferocious and terrifying: "Do you know? My favorite is the tough guy, but many people always like to pretend to be tough guys, just like eggs, protecting their fragile hearts with a hard shell, Gandhi... are you?"

Squat down and pulled open the handbag, filled with various tools, pliers, force pliers, scrapers, nails, claw hammers, and a small hand axe.

"Devil...you want to do this, no, don't treat me like this, no..." Seeing Li Zitao put the tools one by one on the ground and even the nails were arranged, Gandhi struggled wildly, his tone was filled with crying.

"You can't treat me like this. It's immoral. You'll go to hell, the devil." Gandhi shouted unceremoniously, as if someone would come to save him in this way.

Unfortunately, his wish must be disappointed. No one can come in here, even the policeman cannot do it.

No one can save him, even God cannot do it.

"Don't worry, we have a lot of time to play games, more time than you imagined!" Li Zitao grabbed the claw hammer and looked at it, put it down again, reached out and stood up with pliers.

"Ah~ah no~Woo..." A miserable wail sounded in the room.

When George received a call from the hospital, the tragic situation in the room made him shudder.

My fingers were nailed to the wooden handrail, my toes were penetrated and nailed to the ground, my nails were covered with bloody tender flesh, and my body...

On the ground and the blood beads splashed on the wall are like ink, depicting a terrifying abstract painting.

"Boss, Mrs. Garbo is awake." George lowered his head, not wanting to look at the thing on the chair that seemed to be a 'human'.

"Huh..." Throwing away the big force pliers in his hand, Li Zitao unbuttoned his shirt and wiped the blood of his hands, turned around and left calmly: "Treat it clean."

When Li Zitao appeared in the hospital, he had already changed into a clean sweatshirt and sweatpants.

Because he was too haste and didn't have time to take a shower, he still had a faint smell of blood on his body, but it was very well covered up by the hospital's disinfectant and medicine.

"Dear, how do you feel? Sorry, I'm late." Li Zitao leaned over and grabbed her hand, gently stroked the ends of her forehead.

"Lilith." Jiabao looked at him weakly, his eyes full of anxiety.

"It's okay, Lilith is okay. She is in the castle, with Mary taking care of her, and there are many people waiting there." Li Zitao said softly.

"Yeah." After letting go of the worry in his heart, Jiabao breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes exhausted, and fell asleep again after a while.

"What do you mean?" Li Zitao asked without looking back, holding her hand.

"You can recover with a good rest." Ava whispered in his ear: "It's just a scar!"

"Please send a few energy needles!" Thinking of Carol Lombard saying that the scar on her face was eliminated by the energy needle, Li Zitao thought that Jiabao would also use it.

Although the news about the "energy needle" has gradually subsided in the outside world, many people regard it as a form of publicity and joke.

But it is in the upper class, especially in the circle of ladies, but is limited by the circulation of news in this era, which has not been discovered by the public.

Late at night, Jiabao was still sleeping and woke up a few times in the middle, but each time was very short. Four wounds in her abdomen, thighs, arms, shoulders, and she had shed too much blood.

The crew was filming the camera when the incident happened. Because Jiabao didn't like to be watched, the bodyguards were left outside the studio every time.

It is precisely because of this that Gandhiko took the opportunity. If the bodyguard had not rushed in after hearing the exclamation inside, the situation would have been worse.

Everyone at the filming scene was frightened by this sudden assassination, except for the director who rushed forward and had his arm scratched.

"Apart from the director, everyone else was fired and asked them to get out of Hollywood." Li Zitao ordered to Adolf on the phone. "I don't want to see them again in Hollywood because that would make me very angry, do you understand?"

Yes, he is just taking his anger!

Moreover, these people will never find any jobs in Hollywood again. If anyone dares to do that, Li Zitao will regard it as a provocation.

"Yes boss, I think everyone will understand it very much." Adolf said without denying it.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: From today on, the whole United States will know who Jiabao's child belongs to.
Chapter completed!