Outside the [Black Eden] copy.
Bai Huo was sitting in the car, following the vehicle into the fog, heading towards the "Sweet Home" copy that he was more confident about.
He tilted his head and leaned against the glass window, which reflected half of his face.
He wants to hold the account of Zhixu Sanren accountable to the Qimingxing Group.
Red Organization.
There was a mountain of documents to be processed in front of Zhu Shanhai. His eyes were as black as a panda's. Staying up late made him miss Bai Huo terribly.
The lady next to her appeared with a new stack of documents.
"Leader, these are urgent documents. We require that they all be processed tonight."
Zhu Shanhai held the seal in his hand, his mouth open, looking devastated.
"Recruiting workers, we must recruit workers, otherwise, before Brother Bai comes back, I will die suddenly at my workstation."
Zhu Shanhai immediately asked his subordinates to write a recruitment notice.
The Black Organization.
The sick beauty leaned gently in the arms of a man in a white shirt. The man had fair skin, angular face, soft eyebrows and eyes. He was looking at the sick beauty lovingly.
He said affectionately: "I will definitely find a way to cure your illness."
The sick beauty nodded her palm-sized face gently. She leaned in the man's arms lovingly and said, "Senior, I'm already like this, and you are still willing to stay with me. I'm really touched."
The dark-skinned man appeared with a cold face. He stood at the door, folded his arms, and stared at the man whom the sister called "senior".
"Sister, kill him."
The sick beauty was in the arms of the senior, her body stiffened, she raised her head with some sadness, tucked her hair behind her ears charmingly, and said: "Brother, the senior is the man I love."
The senior student holding the sick beauty looked at the dark-skinned man warily and said, "Your brother has a bit of an antisocial personality."
The dark-skinned man ignored the nonsense his senior was saying. He stared at the sick beauty for a long time and said, "I'm jealous."
The sick beauty lowered her head, her disheveled long hair covering half of her sick face.
She raised her hand, stroked the senior's face, kissed him on the lips in front of the dark-skinned man, and then, as the dark-skinned man's eyes turned red, she pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the back of the senior's head.
Her wrist was too weak to cut off the head in one go.
When the senior died, the sweetness on his face had not yet faded.
"Will this calm my brother's jealousy?" The sick beauty smiled like a flower with bright red lips.
The dark-skinned man pushed away the body with half of its neck.
He hugged the sick beauty in the wheelchair, buried his head in her neck, and said in a muffled voice: "You are the only one I have. There is no room for a third person between us."
The sick beauty stroked his short hair and said nothing.
The dark-skinned man took out the recruitment notice of the Red Organization and said, "The higher-ups have given us a mission to send spies to infiltrate the Red Organization, collect information, and then give them a little surprise.
According to the latest news, the most difficult White Hair in the Red Organization is not here, and the fat guy is in charge recently. The fat guy is not very smart, so this is a good opportunity for us to act."