C3

Inside the completely sealed space, Shi Yao angrily slapped the wall. She didn't know what the wall was made of, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Hey, is there anyone here? I'm warning you guys to quickly let me out. Otherwise, don't blame me for calling the police. I'm accusing you of illegal imprisonment. Do you believe me?" Hurry up and let me out, hurry up! "

In the control room, on the leather sofa, a man with the aura of Hell's Asura was lazily lying on the back of a chair. His right hand was resting on the armrest and his fingers lightly tapped on it, a pair of cold, bloodthirsty eyes fell on the large LCD screen in front of him.

On top of it, a woman with a face full of anger was arrogantly shouting, but the panic hidden in her clear eyes was still there to be seen.

"Boss, what should we do with this woman?" Beside him, a professional bodyguard respectfully but icily asked. To dare assassinate their boss, they clearly didn't want to live.

Coldly sweeping his gaze over the mottled white skin, the man smiled cruelly and said, "Lock him up first. We'll interrogate him tomorrow."

No matter who sent her, she must be prepared to die!

The next day.

After tormenting herself for the majority of the night, feeling sore and tired, and experiencing the thrill of being captured like an assassin, even if she was imprisoned in a small dark room, Shi Yao was still able to sleep peacefully.

Bang!

A loud sound rang out, scaring Shi Yao, who was still in deep sleep, awake. While still in a daze, she jumped up and casually swiped around but was unable to find a suitable weapon. She could only put on a defensive posture and put on her guard.

Mo Jintu slowly stepped into the forbidden room, his cold gaze landing on the marks. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his throat started to become dry.

"Speak!" Seated on the soft chair that the bodyguard had brought in, Mo Jintu crossed his legs. His posture was lazy, but he had the eerie aura of a king.

Mo Jintu's handsome face darkened, and the surrounding air instantly dropped ten degrees. "Speak, who sent you to assassinate me?"

Shi Yao put her hands down, and sat down on the ground to wipe her sweat: "You, you must be mistaken. Look at me, I look innocent, kind, cute, and soft. How could I possibly be the one to assassinate you?"

"If you tell me who ordered it, I can consider leaving you whole." The man on the soft chair sneered.

"No, what I said was true. I was really just drunk yesterday. Besides, didn't you bring me here yourself? " Shi Yao innocently blinked her eyes, wasn't she just messed up due to alcohol, how did she become ordered by others to assassinate him? He wasn't any great person, what was there to be assassinated for?

Wait a minute, could it be that this man was using some kind of excuse to scare her, but he was actually afraid that she wouldn't pay, right? It had to be!

Speaking of which, she was the one who suffered the most. Not only was the first time he did it for no reason, he even got interrogated by the person who rolled out the bed sheets with him. What the hell was this!?

"Still playing dumb?" Mo Jintu squinted his eyes dangerously. Then he would make her understand that this was definitely not a wise move.

"Pretend your head!" Shi Yao was so angry that she scolded him by standing up and pointing at his nose, "You better stop. I was just drunk and did it to you, what's the big deal, you're talking so much nonsense, are you done yet?"

"What did you say?" The deep voice suddenly turned cold, and the surrounding pressure dropped.

Shi Yao rubbed her hands together. Oh mother, this man is so scary, but she was still stubborn on the surface, "What, am I wrong? You were afraid that I would run away in the middle of the night and not give you the money, that's why you imprisoned me. Give me a price. How much do you want? "Although you look pretty good on the surface, but your service quality last night was really too bad. No matter what, you have to give me a discount."

"What do you think I am?" This damned woman, she had better pray that what she said wasn't what he understood, or she would be dead.

"Enough, what are you pretending for?" I'll give you three thousand, no more. " Shi Yao's face was filled with pain. After paying for the alcohol last night, she only had three thousand left in cash on her.

Mo Jintu's slender fingers clenched into a fist, and said each word slowly: "Try saying what you have just said again!"