Just after drinking half a glass of wine, suddenly the lights in the villa flickered, and the next moment, the whole room was completely dark.
Song Zhi leaned against the bar and frowned. Is this a power outage
He swallowed the wine in his mouth, and then put down the cup in his hand calmly, took out the phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, turned on the flashlight function, raised the phone and walked towards the place where the electric box was installed.
Be prepared to check for a power trip.
But just as he approached the power safe, under the light of the mobile phone, there was a man in black standing upright by the wall, with a metal mask on his face.
The light of the mobile phone reflects cold light on the metal mask, and with a black suit, it looks like a god of death.
Song Zhi was startled, and the phone almost fell to the ground. He was already a little bit drunk, and suddenly he was sober, and he was half awake. He rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't dazzled, "You, you, who are you?"
Song Zhi said incoherently, he took a few steps back again and again, and the other free hand was still waving by his side, as if looking for any weapons nearby that could defend himself.
The man in black wearing a metal mask let out a sneer, and approached Song Zhi step by step. He was still holding a baseball bat in his hand, and slowly raised it in the air, "Are you looking for this?"
Song Zhi's body trembled, and he ran almost reflexively, but the whole hall was pitch black, and the light in the phone was useless in the panic.
After a while, he was tripped and fell to the ground. He didn't hold on to the phone firmly, and it fell to the ground. He didn't dare to pick it up. He just fixed his eyes on the people who kept approaching him.
"Do you know who I am? If you dare to touch me, our Song family will never let you go." Song Zhi moved the Song family out.
He thought that the other party would have concerns when he heard the Song family, but he never expected that the other party would laugh out loud after hearing the word Song family.
"Song family, which onion is it?" The man in the metal mask looked down at Song Zhi with dark eyes, and swung the baseball bat in his hand down from the air.
Song Zhi's pupils shrank, and he could almost clearly feel the force coming towards him. Just when he thought he was about to hit the tip of his nose, the air suddenly stopped in the next second.
Song Zhi looked at the baseball bat close at hand, and instantly dripped with cold sweat, and his body fell limp and weak when he fell to the ground.
The man in the metal mask put away the baseball bat, carried it on his shoulder, and took a step forward unhurriedly. His foot wearing leather shoes stepped on Song Zhi's ankle, causing him to let out a scream.
"I can crush countless rubbish like you every day, understand?"
After the words fell, Song Zhi felt a sharp pain in the ankle of his other foot, and screamed again.
All the doors and windows in the villa are closed, and the sound insulation effect is very good, so no matter how loud the noise is, no one outside will hear it.
Great for punching people.
Ten minutes later, the man wearing the metal mask walked out of the villa openly. As soon as he stepped out of the gate, it seemed that he had already counted the time when a car drove over from the driveway not far away.
He opened the car door, bent over and sat in.
The car window lowered slowly, and the man took off the metal mask on his face, revealing Cheng Ming's solid face.
He glanced at the villa, looked away, and let the men in front drive.
(end of this chapter)