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Beveridge's face was so gloomy that he could drip water, and he tapped his fingers on the table, making a soft clicking sound.
After the gigolo finished speaking, he looked at Beveridge with burning eyes. He knew that his life was in the hands of this man.
Although he is holding Scarface hostage now, if Beveridge really wants to kill him, the final outcome will be that he and Scarface die together.
There is another possibility, which is to find a way to trade one life with Beveridge.
But this possibility is too small, because there are four personal guards of Beveridge in the huge room, and each of them holds a pistol in his hand.
The gun's safety had been turned on. If they hadn't held Scarface hostage, they might have shot him into pieces.
Beveridge stopped tapping his fingers on the table and said in a deep voice, "I remember your surname is Park, right?"
"I also heard Scarface report about you and the orcs!"
"You did indeed do nothing wrong in this matter. The orc is no better off than you now. Although he has not been put into the solitary room, he is still lying on the bed. I'm afraid he won't think about getting up again for two or three months."
Hearing this, the gigolo was shocked. It seemed that the orc had been punished, and it was probably Scarface who had done it.
But that was already the case, why did Scarface still want to kill himself
"Then I don't understand why Sir Scarface wants to kill me?"
"Oh? Really? I don't know about this matter." Beveridge turned his gaze to Scarface, who was being held hostage, and asked: "Scarface, did he say this? Do you want to kill him? What's the reason?"
The scarred face was choked by the dancer's arm, making it difficult to breathe. At this moment, his face was red from holding back the pain, and the hideous scars on half of his face were even more twisted together, which was extremely disgusting.
"No reason? I always feel that things are not as simple as he said. I think there is something wrong in it! I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go."
"So you just want to kill me?" the gigolo roared viciously, his expression hysterical, and the hand holding the pistol trembled, as if he could no longer control his emotions.
The guards in the room also became nervous. If a person loses his mind and becomes crazy, he can do anything.
Beveridge frowned, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and said in a deep voice: "
I have the final say on this matter and I won’t let Scarface kill you, so you can rest assured. Put the gun down now. "
The gigolo looked at him with hopeful eyes and said tremblingly: "You... are you sure you won't kill me? I don't want to die!"
"I promise you in the name of the leader of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group that I will not kill you!" Beveridge stood up and said solemnly.
Naturally, the gigolo would not believe his promise. To a mercenary who had no moral bottom line and valued his life more than grass, his promise was like farting, and he could only smell the stench.
However, he couldn't show it at the moment, and had to make an expression of trusting Beveridge.
Otherwise, it is very likely to anger him, and then your life will really be at risk.
Slowly, he put down the gun that was pressed against Scarface's temple. At this moment, Scarface slammed his elbow backwards and hit the gigolo on the side.
The dancer grunted in pain. Scarface grabbed the arm that was holding his neck with both hands and threw the dancer over his shoulder, slamming him to the ground.
Being in mid-air, all the gigolo could do was to huddle up as much as possible and land on his back to avoid his vitals.
Even so, when he was thrown to the ground, he felt excruciating pain, and all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart.
"You dare to hold me hostage? You dare to threaten me?" Scarface stood up and his eyes were as big as a cow's eyes. Half of his blood-congested face was red, as if the skin had been removed to expose the tender flesh.
He raised his legs and slapped the gigolo like raindrops like crazy.
The gigolo knew that he couldn't resist under Beveridge's eyes at this moment, and with four guns pointed at him, he had no chance to resist.
All he could do was curl up into a ball, hold his head, and protect his vitals.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Enough!" Beveridge's faint voice sounded.
Scarface reluctantly retracted his legs, stood aside, and glanced at the gigolo lying on the ground, his expression still fierce and murderous.
You can't kill him in front of the leader, but when you get out of this room, you have some ideas.
How many years have passed, and no one in the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group has dared to resist his authority, and even dared to hold him hostage, so he must die!
The gigolo struggled to get up from the ground. His internal organs were severely injured from the crazy kicks and his bones were damaged.
Transcutaneous flesh bruises are even more extensive.
His whole body was covered with messy footprints, and the corners of his mouth were spurted with bright red blood.
He grinned, his teeth already stained red with blood. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although he looked extremely embarrassed now, he knew in his heart that his life was saved. It wouldn't take too long, as long as he waited until after midnight today, he would have to settle these accounts with Scarface.
"Bah." After spitting the blood in his mouth on the ground, the dancer forced out a smile and said miserably: "Captain, thank you."
"Yes." Beveridge snorted coldly through his nose as he agreed, and said: "Even if the matter between you and Scarface ends here, no one is allowed to mention it again in the future. Remember that we are in a mercenary group. We are brothers and we must cooperate with each other on the battlefield.”
Naturally, Scarface and the Gigolo didn't take his words to heart, but on the surface they couldn't help but give Beveridge face, and they both agreed repeatedly.
Beveridge nodded with satisfaction, looked at the gigolo, and said: "You go first, go to the medical room to treat the wound. Scarface, you stay, I have something to tell you."
The gigolo walked out of the room and headed straight to the medical room.
When he left, Beveridge waved his hand and asked the four guards to exit the room.
"Scarface, how could you still fall into his hands?"
"Accidentally! I didn't expect this brat to be quite cruel." Scarface said bitterly.
"Yeah! Find a 'justifiable' reason to kill him in two days. We can't keep soldiers who are too arrogant." Beveridge had already had murderous intentions in his heart, but he naturally had to leave such a matter to Scarface.
Scarface nodded.
"That's right! I still contacted the Death Scythe Mercenary Group three days ago. They should arrive at the station at noon tomorrow. You should be ready to welcome them. Hmm, the government troops want to attack me, but I do want to See if they have those teeth," Beveridge said viciously.
The corner of Scarface's mouth also curled up into a vicious smile.
Zhang Feng and others, who were quickly heading towards the headquarters of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, did not know that Beveridge had invited the Death Scythe Mercenary Group in order to resist the attack of Manfred's government troops. The gigolos lurking within the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group also didn't know the news, and even Beveridge's confidant Scarface had just learned about it.