Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Dowell was confused and inexplicably nervous, and subconsciously straightened his back.

"Lan..." Dowell's voice was not finished.

He looked at the silent entertainment room expressionlessly, and explained in a cold tone: "Your wine... is good!"

After saying that, he left the room in silence and pushed the door to leave the entertainment room.

After he left.

The entertainment room regained its sound.

Brown frowned and said in confusion: "Did you find that there was something wrong with the Earl of Lance?"

Dowell said angrily: "Nonsense! I have eyes."

"But why did he suddenly... And the look he gave me just now scared me to be honest. I thought I had done something."

"It's a bit like..." Brown actually felt a little like being drugged, but he also knew that there were people who were not so close to them in this situation, so it was not easy to speak out his guess directly, so he hooked his finger to his friend: "You will accompany me to get something later. My gift for you fell on the car."

"Give it to me another day..."

"No, it's your birthday today, I will definitely give it to you today." Brown refused flatly, waited for a few minutes to make sure that the people outside had enough time to leave, and he walked out suddenly: "Come with me now."

Dowell's eyes met his, and he understood instantly. He stopped asking and nodded: "I know."

*

At the same time.

Outside.

From the moment the man pushed the door and walked out quickly, he felt the tail following behind him.

He walked through the crowd with steady and powerful steps. His stern face was more profound in the interweaving of light and shadow, and there was a hint of indiscernible coldness in his eyes.

There were many people attending Dowell's birthday party today, and he encountered all kinds of curious or scrutinizing eyes along the way.

He didn't care at all, quickened his pace, and walked in the direction with few people.

The follower cleverly avoided the crowd, moving swiftly and carefully, like a ghost in the dark, lowering the brim of his hat to cover most of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes with a sinister light.

When Earl Lance turned a corridor, the footsteps echoed in the silent space. The follower quickened his pace, keeping a distance not far or close, and his heartbeat accelerated due to tension and excitement.

Finally, the follower was stopped when the man in front suddenly flashed into the fire escape.

The follower behind him suddenly panicked and followed without thinking too much. The moment he pushed the door, he was pressed against the wall from behind.

A cold interrogation came from above his head.

"Who told you to come!"

"Yes, sorry, I was just passing by." The man who followed him was wearing the clothes of a club waiter, and he quickly explained with a turn of his eyes. Without waiting for his answer, the waiter pretended to be calm and said, "I see you are not feeling well. Do you want to prepare a room for you to rest for a while? There is a lounge specially prepared for VIPs here."

In the dim light of the fire escape, the man's mouth was pursed into a straight line, and his body was full of violence. Without a single extra word, he raised his hand expressionlessly, and chopped the back of the neck of the waiter who had followed him all the way with a sharp knife, watching the man who was held down by his men soften.

He let go of his hand and let the other party slide to the ground like a puddle of mud and fainted.

The lack of air in the fire escape aggravated the heat on his body. He could feel as if countless ants were biting on his skin, like flames raging all over his body.