Trafford’s Trading Club

"Gone?"

During the break between classes, the girls were sharing little secrets with each other. Although the sound is not loud, you can still hear it if you listen carefully.

"It's been two days. The phone, wallet and everything are still there...but the person is gone." The thin female classmate said quietly.

"Perhaps he was drinking somewhere?" The good classmate expressed his understanding and comfort: "Besides, isn't this great? Your dad always beats and scolds you and your aunt when he's drunk."

The thin girl sighed, as if she didn't want to discuss the matter further.

Suddenly there was a snap on the seat next to me. Another female student, Luo Yu, is the class representative of the Chinese class.

She looked at the people who were waking her up right now - from the beginning to the end of get out of class, they were all sleeping on their stomachs.

"Mo Xiaofei, your essay hasn't been handed in yet!"

Mo Xiaofei rubbed his eyes, obviously stunned for a moment, and looked at the Chinese class representative, "Can it be later..."

Completely forgot about it.

"It needs to be handed in before school at the latest."

"I know." Mo Xiaofei said while looking away.

Luo Yu nodded and walked away, but the fragrance of her daughter's house lingered here. Mo Xiaofei stared at the other person's back blankly - for some reason, he always felt that he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.

It’s not that you really can’t see or know what the other person looks like.

But, there is always a hazy feeling.

This girl is not particularly beautiful, but is very strong. He used to be very timid, and that quality that he didn't have in himself attracted him more than the opposite sex.

Now...can I see you clearly?

Mo Xiaofei murmured to himself.

But he quickly shook his head. He had more important things to do now. Taking a deep breath, Mo Xiaofei continued to sleep on his stomach... If he didn't sleep now, he would not be energetic enough at night.

Perhaps because he used telekinesis too frequently, Mo Xiaofei always felt particularly sleepy.

When he was about to fall asleep, Mo Xiaofei glanced at the thin girl.

Don't worry about it. Once that guy has finished repenting and realizes his mistake, he will come back to you...

His gaze sank into the darkness of his closed eyes.

…

…

In the darkness, the acid of sweat was mixed with slight blood, and there was also the smell of rust corroding iron.

In this inaccessible abandoned factory, the number of people being hung up with chains has increased from a few at the beginning to twenty or thirty now.

In just two days.

You Ye looked at the men or women who were hung up one by one, chuckled, and finally walked to Luo Qiu's side.

He was flipping through a brand new soft-cover book, and what was written on each page was about these people who were hanged - why they needed to be "jailed" and what kind of "punishment" they should bear.

"The hit-and-run young master, the husband who likes domestic violence..." Luo Qiu suddenly closed the soft-cover copy and put it back to its original place. "They are all people who can get away with it."

Youye picked up the soft-cover copy and looked at it page by page, unlike Luo Qiu's method. She just flipped through it as fast as she could: "It's also some places that are far apart. It seems that Mo Xiaofei is really 'working hard' Well...I just don’t know how long I can support it.”

Luo Qiu was now looking at those who had finally had a chance to breathe after being tortured, so even though they were hung like this and had not eaten for two days, they were able to fall asleep.

"Are we going to rescue these people?" Youye said suddenly, "If they disappear, Mo Xiaofei will only use his abilities more... Moreover, they also need to be rescued now."

The maid reminded the boss that there is ready-made business here.

But the club leader, who had other plans in mind, shook his head.

Luo Qiu said calmly: "With more and more missing people, the police's attention will only increase, and sooner or later they will find this place. Mo Xiaofei has no intention of killing these people... It is not necessary to let them suffer before they are rescued. What a bad thing."

Youye suddenly asked: "Master, since Mo Xiaofei injured Officer Ma, don't you plan to teach him a lesson?"

Luo Qiu looked at the other party: "He was unhappy because the prisoner could be released on bail easily. He approached Uncle Ma to reason with him... It was precisely because of such questioning that Uncle Ma finally concealed the matter. Since it was his own decision. Just hide it and respect his decision."

Luo Qiu finally looked at the 'prisoners' who had finally fallen asleep, "He feels that such young people are just a little extreme, but they are not bad at heart... The crime of assaulting the police is too high."

Luo Qiu shook his head rather boredly and suddenly asked: "By the way, it has been three days since Yang Taizi came last time, right?"

Youye nodded.

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "I want to go to the barren mountain last time and try that revolver... Go and prepare some bullets for me."

The maid nodded slightly again.

She knew that the new owner at this time was not just out of interest.

…

…

Black Soul No. 18 was just about to smash this annoying paper crane, and when he completed the twelve kills, he suddenly stopped.

The twelfth paper crane at the moment was suddenly surrounded by an indifferent, gray light, then flew away, and finally fell into a white and delicate palm.

"Miss Youye!"

Dark Soul No. 18 did not dare to neglect, and came to the club maid who appeared quietly here at almost the fastest speed.

Looking at the paper crane that was struggling in her palm, Youye seemed to detect some familiar smells.

"This is already the twelfth one. It seems that the guy hiding in the dark is really determined to die." Black Soul No. 18 said: "It's just that this paper crane alone has no way for my subordinates to find it. source."

Youye said calmly: "You don't have to worry about what happens next. Just protect this lady."

You Ye's eyes swept into the ice room and looked at the deputy editor-in-chief Ren who was sitting by the window, but this time he didn't order mung bean smoothie.

"My subordinates know." Black Soul No. 18 said respectfully, and then hesitantly asked: "Miss Youye...should this matter be reported to the new master?"

You Ye said calmly: "If the master needs to worry about such small things, then what's the point of our existence as servants?"

Feeling the huge pressure from the club, second only to the supreme master, Black Soul No. 18 quickly lowered his head.

"It's already dinner time." You Ye suddenly said: "I have to go back to prepare dinner for the master. You can continue your work here."

"yes……"

As he said that, You Ye clenched his palms, and the paper crane in his palms instantly turned into a ball of fly ash.

The sapphire blue eyes were looking towards a suburb of this city, and what appeared on the maid's face was a touching... sneer.

…

Suburbs.

Yang Taizi suddenly spit out a mouthful of old blood and turned pale.

Not good!

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PS: There is another update at twelve o'clock, Jiang Zi.