Old Fulers was holding a bloody wooden stick in his hand. He frowned slightly and ordered, "Go and see who it is. Tell him that I have gone to bed. If you have anything to do, wait until tomorrow!"
The housekeeper responded and left the warehouse. The moment he closed the door of the warehouse, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and the darkness and depression in his heart also dissipated a lot. The old Fulers inside made him feel strange as never before. It was hard for him to imagine that the old man who was full of gentlemanly qualities before could actually do such horrible and vicious things, as if a demon possessed him. At that moment, he couldn't bear to continue watching, but he couldn't leave. He could only close his eyes and pray that time would pass faster.
He glanced back at the temporarily silent warehouse with lingering fear. He knew that when he entered again, hell would reappear in the world.
Poor people, pathetic people!
He shook his head, getting rid of some inappropriate thoughts, and quickly walked to the door of the villa. Looking at the three unfamiliar figures outside the door, he politely asked each other's names. When he heard that the leading young man was the famous Mr. 350,000, he was stunned for a while, because he had never heard of any connection between the Fulers and his son and Dulin.
"Sorry, the master has taken a rest. If you have anything, please come tomorrow morning. You should know that the master is old and just lost his beloved son. He has not slept for a long time, so I hope you can understand. ", the butler apologized with an apologetic expression, but it was obvious that Du Lin did not intend to leave.
It was precisely because the butler said this that Dulin was even more sure that Old Fulers was in the manor, and that the couple was also inside. He took out a folded envelope from his pocket and waved it, "Please help me pass this envelope to Mr. Fullers. There is something very important inside. He must open it himself."
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take the envelope from Du Lin's hand through the iron door. Du Lin suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled hard. The butler's whole body was dragged tightly against the iron door, and a gun muzzle was pressed against his chin. His face immediately turned pale, and his long-term experience working in wealthy families made him not completely panicked. "Mr. Dulin, what do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean?" When Du Lin spoke, Du Fu was searching the housekeeper's pocket, and soon found a bunch of keys. Du Lin took a look and saw that there were more than twenty keys. "Now what I mean?" Which one is the key to the door?”
The butler hesitated for a few seconds and closed his eyes, "You are not Mr. Dulin, the blue one!"
In the steward's opinion, no rich man would do such a thing. No matter how dirty and despicable they are in their hearts, they must show a demeanor in front of others that is consistent with their status. For example, the old Fulers in the warehouse, no matter how much he hated those two people, he never thought of kidnapping them personally. He just spent money, found people, and then sat in the warehouse and waited for those guys to send people over.
So he thought the guy in front of him was not Dulin, but the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chin, and his skull would fly out as long as the opponent moved his finger. He is the housekeeper of the Fullers and his son, and has stayed in this villa for more than 20 years. He has deep feelings for this place and the Fullers family living here. But no matter how deep the feelings are, they are not more important than his life.
Du Fu took the blue key and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it. The iron door slowly retracted toward the track in the wall. Du Lin let go of his hand, but the gun kept pointing at the housekeeper. The housekeeper was also very aware of the situation and did not make any misunderstanding. He raised his hands and took a step back, watching quietly as these people walked in from the gate.
The villas of these rich people seem to have no defensive measures. Those walls that are only one person high or even less than one person can easily be climbed over. But in fact, in order to protect their own lives, these rich people have arranged some walls on almost all villas. Something special. From the simplest hunting traps to slightly more advanced alarm devices, anyone who dares to climb directly over the wall will have a feeling called regret.
Du Lin didn't want to disturb too many people, so finding a way to enter through the main entrance was the best option.
After entering the gate and closing the iron door again, Dulin put away his pistol, "Now please tell me where Mr. Fullers is. I hope he is not sleeping. I don't like others to disturb my sleep, so I don't either." I like to disturb other people’s sleep, please don’t let me be a person I don’t like myself.”
The housekeeper didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He silently pointed to the gardener's warehouse in the distance, but he didn't get the words he wanted to hear from Dulin.
When a group of four people went to the gardener's warehouse, they also met the bodyguards who were on patrol in the middle of the night. They just glanced at the four people and looked away. Because they were led by the housekeeper, they didn't need to worry about these people being illegal intruders. And they also know what Old Fullers is doing. Maybe these people are another group of people invited back by Old Fullers.
Walking outside the warehouse without any incident, the housekeeper knocked on the door, then opened the small door and walked in. Old Fulers was sitting on a chair, facing the couple and smoking. Although revenge is a great way to relieve hatred, his age and physical condition do not allow him to engage in such work for a long time. The rising blood pressure makes him a little dizzy and he needs to take a rest.
"All sent away? Who is here?" he asked without looking back. Among the couples he faced, the woman was dying, but the man was not injured at all. He chuckled and clapped, "As long as If you name that person, I will send your wife to the hospital to receive the best treatment. You know? In fact, I doubt whether you love your wife because you saw her being tortured and treated like this. She didn't say a word, do you want to use my hand to kill her so that you can be with your little lover forever? "
The fingers on both hands of the woman were cut off by Old Fulers, and there were several wounds on her head that were slowly leaking thick blood. What was even more terrifying was that on her lower body, blood was flowing along an exposed stick. Continuous downward flow. She was already so angry that she only had her last breath left. You don't even need to do anything to her, just wait a while and she dies.
Old Fulers vented his anger fiercely, and at the same time he felt a fear that made his hair stand on end. Who is it that can make them unwilling to say a single word in the face of death? It was only at this moment that he regretted not asking the housekeeper to give the couple five thousand yuan directly, and regretting that he had to let Little Fules "exercise" it. In the end, it was because of the three thousand yuan that he withheld. It will become what it is today.
The cigarette in his hand was already a little hot. He took one last puff and stood up. Just when he was about to give the woman the final blow, a voice rang in his ear.
"Mr. Fullers, are you in a good mood? Your butler said that you have already gone to bed, but I always feel that a person like you should not go to bed so early. Look, I guessed right!"
Old Fulers turned around suddenly and looked at Dulin standing in the warehouse, his face suddenly turned gloomy. He glanced coldly at the butler who lowered his head and turned a deaf ear, and immediately realized what had happened.
He chuckled and looked at Du Lin carefully. He knew Du Lin, but as if today was the first time they met, he was full of strangeness to this young man. "Did you do it?", he asked. One sentence, and then he asked himself: "You must be right. Only you will care about the direction of this matter. Are you here to silence me?" He meant that Du Lin wanted to catch up with the two people. Before showing up as the mastermind, silence them, "You don't need to do anything, I will deal with them soon, and then we will talk about my son."
Du Lin laughed a little awkwardly. He turned around and asked Dufo, "Do you think I am this kind of person?"
Dufo shrugged, "Who knows!"
Both of them laughed, which made Old Fulers a little confused, but before he could say anything else, Dufo suddenly rushed over and punched him in the face.
How could Old Fullers, who had always enjoyed a privileged living environment, be treated like this? This punch directly knocked him to the ground. He struggled a few times and sat up. He covered his rapidly swollen cheek and spat out bloody spit. He looked at Du Fo and Du Lin in disbelief.
Du Lin walked directly past Old Fulers and walked to the woman's side with a serious face. He gently pulled out the wooden stick, and the blood spurted out with a pop like a flood. The woman's eyes gradually brightened, and a blush appeared on her gray face. Her lips moved a few times, "I... didn't say it!" Then she looked at her husband beside her, her eyes full of infinite nostalgia, " Live...down...go!"
Du Lin sighed, "Sorry, I'm late."
The woman shook her head and slowly closed her eyes.
The man tied next to her held back tears and looked directly at Du Lin, "I want revenge!"
He knew that Old Fulers was a respectable upper-class socialite in Ilian, and he knew that he was not even a small bug compared to Old Fulers or Dulim, but he still said this. He didn't know how Dulin would deal with Old Fulers. Maybe they would negotiate peace, but he would not give up his hatred!
Dulin picked up the scissors from the ground, untied the rope on his body, and then put the scissors in his hands. "No one can stop you. This is the power given by the gods to every Guarte! Go and take revenge." Well, death watered with blood can gain eternity!"
(End of chapter)