Wang Hongyi arrived in London overnight.
He quietly stared at the house that had been burned to ashes, his eyes were empty.
It was as if someone had cut his heart inch by inch with a knife, and the blood was dripping, but he could only face the fact soberly.
That man is dead.
He felt that he should yell a few times, or cry bitterly, or knelt down to pray to heaven, or set himself on fire, but he seemed to be frozen, unable to do anything, only the support of this body was left. strength.
—he can't fall, at least not now.
He put on his sunglasses, turned around, sat in the car, and said calmly, "Let's go."
The subordinates around him trembled. He clearly knew the status of the man who was burned to ashes in the boss's heart. Now the boss's reaction was too calm, but it made people feel a strong sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.
Over the years, he has seen the boss's attitude towards the man named Duan Xi. He was unwilling to stay with the boss at the beginning, and the boss didn't force it. There are a group of people protecting him, and the first thing every day is to watch the other person's daily life. Even if there is a little disturbance, for example, if Duan Xi gets a woman with malicious intentions, he has to deal with it himself to be at ease. Receiving a postcard from Duan Xi makes me happy for a whole week...
It can be said that Duan Xi has been able to live so comfortably in the past few years, half of the credit is due to the boss. If the people who followed Duan Xi hadn't been found and driven away by him recently, he wouldn't have been burned to death so easily.
Hey, it's all fate, the little brother sighed in his heart, and at the same time felt a little sympathetic to his boss. You said that the boss has done so much, but he just kept silent, so Duan Xi, who is such an obvious lover, couldn't feel it. Shi thought he was just an ordinary friend who escaped prison together.
As far as the boss is concerned, how good it was to tie people by his side at the beginning, won't it be emotional after a long time? It's good now, the person disappeared in a flash, and he felt that he heard the voice of the boss's heartbreaking.
Of course, he didn't dare to say these words, he just thought about them.
As soon as Wang Hongyi returned to his base camp, he received a new piece of news.
"...Dyson has come out, and now he is with Sister An. Boss, look..."
Wang Hongyi nodded, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and said in a cold voice: "It's useless, throw it to Ace of Spades, and let him do what he wants."
Originally, he helped Dyson come out to squeeze out his value first and then vent his anger on that person. Now that he is gone, Dyson is still in prison with Fu Chuwu. No interest in playing anymore.
The ace of spades is one of his subordinates who specially trains high-level slaves to sell to some high-class people. If Dyson gets in, he will never turn over for the rest of his life, and can only live in humiliation to atone for his sins.
"How is Fu Chuwu's Black Dragon Gang doing?"
"The plan is in progress, our people have not made a move yet, they are already in chaos, among them Fu Zhongren and Wang Lang agreed to our conditions..."
Wang Hongyi nodded and let his subordinates back down. He was the only one left in the room. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore. He leaned against the back of the chair and slowly closed his eyes.
Duan Xi, Duan Xi, Duan Xi...
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stood up, lifted the scroll on the wall, pressed the switch, and opened the darkroom door.
Turn on the lights, and all kinds of pictures come into view, including photos that cover the entire wall, sculptures that are almost the same as real people, picture scrolls on the table, and a large screen.
He sat on the only chair in the middle, picked up the remote control and pressed play, the person who was paused on the screen immediately moved, extremely vivid, he looked at the man on the screen obsessively, but his eyes gradually became sore.
How many years he has seen this man, he doesn't quite remember it anymore, but when he recalled it, it seemed that he was in the cafeteria of the prison. It doesn't belong to him anymore.
One year, two years, three years... Sometimes, even he doesn't know what he is insisting on. According to his previous style, if he falls in love with someone, he can just tie him up and throw him on the bed, but Duan Xi is in his heart. After all, it is the most special existence.
Ten thousand years at a glance.