Dong Hongchang killed Ji Manqing and got rid of the boulder in his heart.
When he was about to leave, he found that there were vehicles surrounding the place.
Dong Hongchang's heart was tight.
A man walked down and blocked his way.
The night was deep, and the man's face was extremely quiet.
Jiang Xun.
Dong Hongchang is extremely vigilant: "Are you Mr. Jiang from the dark pavilion?"
A few years ago, he met Mr. Jiang once, but this time Mr. Jiang changed his face.
Dong Hongchang has always been clear that the head of Ange never shows his true colors.
Jiang Xun has an elegant temperament and a calm tone: "Many people have been in contact with Ange."
"Dong Hongchang, there are many people who want to kill you."
Lu Huai had long discussed with him to block Dong Hongchang's path before Dong Hongchang left Shanghai.
Dong Hongchang sneered: "Dare people in the dark pavilion take care of the government's affairs?"
If Jiang Xun hadn't heard of it, he slowly said, "What Dong Dujun did is in line with the requirements of the dark pavilion for murder."
His eyes were calm and watery, but there was frost faintly: "Door Dong Jun himself should be very clear about what he has done."
Dong Hongchang tolerated his anger: "Did Lu Huai call you?"
He already knew that Lu Huai had a cooperative relationship with Ange.
This time, Ding was also Lu Huai's instruction.
Jiang Xun: "Gu Jun Dong will know when he goes to a place."
Behind Jiang Xun stood a group of people dressed in black, their expressions indifferent, but with a strong threatening aura.
Hatred flashed through Dong Hongchang's eyes.
Dong Yue was robbed by the former leader of the dark pavilion, Ji Qian, and disappeared. He hated the dark pavilion very much.
Ange's personal skills are extremely good, he can't be their opponent, he can only compromise.
Jiang Xun's expression remained calm: "Gu Jun Dong, please."
Dong Hongchang got into the car, and the car drove into the cold night.
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When he arrived at a house, he opened the door, and the rows of black guns were aimed at Dong Hongchang.
Lu Huai sat inside, his face looked like ice.
Dong Hongchang's heart sank.
In the front is the black muzzle, behind is the threat of the hidden pavilion.
He was completely controlled by others and could not escape at all.
Dong Hongchang walked in and was controlled by Lu Huai's people.
Lu Huai looked at Dong Hongchang and sneered: "You dealt with that woman so that I wouldn't get my hands dirty."
Dong Hongchang said angrily: "Lu Huai, your hands are too long."
He was the governor of the three provinces, and Lu Huai dared to keep him.
Lu Huai's expression was extremely cold: "Do you think you can leave easily when you come to Shanghai?"
Lu Huai said word by word: "I can kill you directly."
The hatred is overwhelming, and the darkness is overwhelming.
Lu Huai slowly said, "However, I will give you a chance today."
An understatement, somehow Dong Hongchang's heart jumped.
"Dong Hongchang, have you heard of the Russian turntable."
Dong Hongchang had a bad feeling in his heart.
Lu Huai's voice fell deep.
"Whether you can leave Shanghai today depends on whether you can win the gamble."
Lu Huai glanced at his hand, and walked up alone, putting something on the table.
Lu Huai's voice continued: "This is a revolver, and the bet is your life."
Dong Hongchang's eyes tightened and he looked over.
The light went down, and the revolver was quietly placed on the table, glowing with an icy luster.
Dong Hongchang's heart sank completely.
He knows the rules of the Russian turntable, which puts human lives as a bet, which is extremely cruel.
There are six bullet holes in the revolver into which the bullets are loaded.
Turn the wheel and shoot yourself.
No one knows whether the bullet will be fired in the next second.
With luck, there were no bullets in the few shots fired, but the odds are extremely small.
On the contrary, most people fired a bullet in the first shot, and they would be killed on the spot.
Dong Hongchang's expression was extremely cold, and Lu Huai clearly wanted to kill him when he did so.
Lu Huai's eyes are Binghan who can't see the end: "I will let you shoot three shots."
Dong Hongchang's emotions were extremely tense.
Lu Huai looked at Dong Hongchang coldly: "If all three shots are empty, I will let you go."
The dark night outside was darker than this night, and it was Lu Huai's indifferent face.
"If one of the shots has a bullet, then you will leave your life here."
A sense of oppression swept through, and there seemed to be wind passing by outside the window, and a cold breath filled the room.
Dong Hongchang sneered: "I have never heard of it. The Russian turntable is played alone."
He said viciously: "Lu Huai, you must participate."
The Russian turntable is based on luck, and no one can get out of it.
Even if he dies, he will be dragged into the water.
Lu Huai's voice suddenly sank: "This is Shanghai, I have the final say."
He glanced sharply, as if looking at a dead object.
Dong Hongchang's mind was startled.
The fear that had never happened before struck him, and he seemed to be surrounded by darkness.
Lu Huai: "This time it's your gambling alone. It's life or death. It's all your luck."
Holding a revolver, Lu Huai's men walked up to Dong Hongchang.
Dong Hongchang glanced at it, but did not reach out to pick it up.
Dong Hongchang: "What if I don't agree?"
The Russian turntable has too little vitality, and he will never compromise.
Lu Huai said in a hurry, "Your life is in my hands, so you can't help but not agree."
The atmosphere is stagnant and extremely depressing.
Dong Hongchang said sarcastically: "How do I know if you have done anything."
Seeing Dong Hongchang still not receiving the revolver, Lu Huai's expression became even deeper.
Lu Huai said coldly: "Dong Hongchang, are you going to go against my meaning?"
Every word with a bitter killing intent: "If you don't want to, I will kill you now."
Dong Hongchang did not speak.
Then he resisted his anger and slowly picked up the revolver.
With the gun in his hand, the feeling of coldness in his hand grew stronger.
Lu Huai smiled, with a cold smile: "Now, you can take your first shot."
Lu Huai leaned carelessly there, rubbing his teacup slowly with his fingers.
Dong Hongchang picked up the pistol and turned the runner.
The wheel turned, and a slight sound rang, making people tremble.
Dong Hongchang slowly raised his hand and placed the revolver on his temple.
The cold touch came straight.
It looks like a sharp blade, just sticking to the skin, with a deep chill.
Fear struck again, Dong Hongchang was silent, and he did not take the next step.
Lu Huai squinted his eyes: "Dong Hongchang, don't let me wait too long, I am not patient enough."
Under the light, Lu Huai's expression was extremely dim, as if turbulent ice and snow were hidden.
Dong Hongchang glanced around. Lu Huai's people were all around him. As long as he changed, they would shoot immediately.
Dong Hongchang took a deep breath and barely calmed himself down.
Then he took a gamble.
Dong Hongchang pulled the trigger.
The air is dead.
No bullets were fired.
This gun is an empty gun.
Dong Hongchang's heart was relieved, and he escaped unexpectedly.
Dong Hongchang put down his hand, his hand trembling freely, and the revolver almost fell to the ground.
His back was covered with cold sweat, and his clothes were already wet.
Lu Huai's eyes were dark: "You are lucky."
In the next second, Lu Huai's voice rang suddenly.
He said indifferently: "Second shot."
Don't give Dong Hongchang any time to breathe.
The air is extremely tight, as if a tensioned string is about to break.
Dong Hongchang had just escaped from the dead and had not yet reacted.
Lu Huai's deep cold voice rang in his ears again.
It seems to be a urging talisman, which is chilling.
Dong Hongchang gritted his teeth and raised his hand again.
The revolver hit the temple again.
Fear was like a knife, sharp and sharp, spreading over his body a little bit, with invisible pain.
The night is long, and every second is extremely difficult.
Dong Hongchang's hands trembled.
He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.
The air is still silent, but extremely depressed.
This gun is still an empty gun.
Dong Hongchang's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
It was a cold winter night outside, and his body was even more icy, as if he was in hell.
Lu Huai watched Dong Hongchang's face gradually turn pale, and his eyes were extremely cold.
There is no ups and downs in my heart.
Dong Hongchang took the blame and suffered.
Lu Huai's sight slowly passed Dong Hongchang: "There is one last shot left."
"Dong Hongchang, do you think you can survive to the end?"
The voice was low, with a biting chill.
Dong Hongchang did not speak.
Lu Huai's indifferent voice sounded: "Shoot."
Dong Hongchang trembling hands, even the gun was a little unsteady.
There is one last shot. He doesn't know if it will be the same as the previous two, or empty shot.
Dong Hongchang's thoughts were extremely chaotic, and his huge fear had completely crushed him.
Lu Huai's icy gaze has been watching Dong Hongchang, and the threat is extremely strong.
Dong Hongchang picked up the pistol and placed it on his temple.
His index finger is on the trigger.
Buckle down.
No bullets were fired.
The last shot was also an empty shot.
Dong Hongchang's hand dropped, and the revolver fell on the ground.
The voice is dull.
Even if Dong Hongchang survived by chance, he felt that he was about to suffocate.
His face was also extremely ugly, extremely pale.
Lu Huai let out a cold cry as he looked at Dong Hongchang's embarrassed look.
The voice is extremely low, but it is full of irony.
Lu Huai's eyes were unclear: "Dong Hongchang, I will spare your life today."
Dong Hongchang's figure is heavy, as if there is no trace of anger.
After Dong Hongchang left, Lu Huai opened the revolver.
It was empty inside, without a bullet.
But this pistol was heavy, and Dong Hongchang would not notice it.
This time, he had no intention of killing Dong Hongchang.
Dong Hongchang can die anywhere, but it must not be Shanghai.
His death could only be an accident, and could not be implicated in the Lu family at all.
This time it was Lu Huai's warning to him.
Lu Huai asked his subordinates to watch Dong Hongchang closely, and he would get rid of Dong Hongchang before Dong Hongchang returned to Hanyang.
The clouds are gloomy, spreading and extending in the night sky.
The night is extremely dark, like ink. The black spread, as if to cover the whole world.
Lu Huai's eyes were indifferent and cold, with a deep killing intent hidden.