Huo Ye’s Little Wild Cat is Fierce and Cute

What he saw was that many people disembarked from the Victory ship parked at the port.

The group of people was rushing towards them, and Luo Sinian saw that they were holding something black in their hands.

That is, a gun? !

When the vehicle they are in is targeted.

Those people were blocked by a large number of people rushing out from the edge.

Cars driving towards the road are getting farther and farther away from the port.

It made Luo Sinian fail to see clearly who was blocking the group of people on the Victory.

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The black military boots are steady and powerful, stepping on the concrete floor.

Lu Xiao bent down and picked up the empty needle tube that fell on the ground.

His golden pupils stared at the bright red blood on the needle tip.

Lu Xiao frowned into the word "Chuan".

He handed the empty needle to the person next to him.

"Go and find out what kind of medicine is left in this needle."

His subordinate took the needle from Lu Xiao's hand, and he respectfully replied: "Yes!"

Lu Xiao lowered his head, staring at the two or three drops of blood on the ground, and rubbed his fingertips over the blood.

He licked the blood on his finger, and the taste of blood spread from his lips.

Suddenly, his heart started to hurt again!

It was a dull pain, like a rusty knife, gouging out his chest.

In Lu Xiao's amber pupils, there were deep and complicated emotions.

His subordinates came to report to him again:

"Gu Chenzhou and his bodyguards have already been brought under control. Does the Patriarch plan to deal with them?"

Lu Xiao's expression was indifferent and arrogant, and he said, "Tie them to the railing of the cruise ship and send them back to Wujizhou!"

He wants Gu Chenzhou to take a good look at the bow of the boat, the scenery along the way!

"Yes!" The subordinate replied crisply.

If he killed Gu Chenzhou, he would inevitably be retaliated by Gu's family in the future.

Lu Xiao was not afraid of being dealt with by the Gu family, but he didn't want to cause trouble for Si Junjue.

Of course the Gu family would not deal with him, the head of the Lu family.

But in Master Gu's eyes, Si Junjue, the abandoned son of Wujizhou, is a lamb he can slaughter at will!

Si Junjue's body is weak now, Lu Xiao only hopes that his side can be a little cleaner.

Those wind and rain that will hit Si Junjue will be blocked by him!

Lu Xiao then ordered his subordinates: "Rent me a room in the capital, closer to Luo's villa."

Before he finished speaking, he thought that Luo Junhe and Luo Sinian had already set up their own businesses outside.

Luo Junhe lived in a villa in the eastern suburbs of the capital, and Luo Sinian lived in a single apartment in the center of the capital. Their residences were far away from Luo's house.

Then... Which of his older brothers will Si Jun live with?

Lu Xiao said: "Book a room for me near where Luo Junhe and Luo Sinian live."

The subordinate couldn't help asking: "The head of the family intends to monitor the second and third sons?"

Lu Xiao: "...um..."

He lowered his eyelashes and answered vaguely.

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At this moment in London, the night is dark and the moon and stars are sparse.

Suddenly, clouds and mist covered the moon, and the strong evening wind arched a narrow gap in the clouds.

The rising cyclone pierces into the soft cloud layer, and the cyclone rampages in the cloud layer, rising and squeezing hundreds of times back and forth.

The long natural phenomenon has been like this since ancient times.

It seems that Pangu opened up the world, full of primitive instincts, and the powerful force of nature, causing soft clouds and mist to tremble continuously.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The soft clouds finally couldn't bear it!

The continuous accumulation and condensation of ice crystals and small water droplets in the body gradually merge into large water molecules.

The soft crimson clouds could no longer support the water droplets in the cyclone.

"Crash!" With a sound, the rain poured down on the world!

Abundant rain swept across London, and the torrential rain gathered and surged in the soil.

The flowers in the castle garden cannot withstand the baptism of rain, and the soft petals become more delicate and red when being beaten by rain.

The cherries on the tree, also washed by the rain and ravaged by the strong wind, gradually couldn't bear it.

The cherries cracked the thin skin, and the rich juice gushed out, blending with the heavy rain.

The little sparrows were chirping to hide from the rain under the tree, shaking the wet water droplets on their hair.

The rain kept falling, and the night wind roared like a wild beast, and the little sparrows were frightened and shivered.