Building No. 3 of Jue Chi Pavilion, the high-level conference room.
The meeting had just started, and all the high-ranking Zhili officials who were above the 25th floor sat obediently at the table, listening patiently to Uncle Sparte's report on the change of personnel running on each floor.
"Three-story Gray beat four-story Diess in the floor stop last Tuesday, and then defeated Engry in Wednesday's floor fight. He was the only player to switch floors in a row last week..." Spatt The uncle turned the page of the file in his hand. During the page change, he quickly glanced at the man sitting at the top of the long table not far from him from above the folder—
At this moment, the red-haired man was propping his chin with one hand, his slender legs were lifted high and casually placed on the edge of the table, and he was leaning against the soft and wide armchair in a lazy posture. On the road, looking at the heavy snow falling slowly outside the window with his head tilted slightly, his eyes did not look sharp as usual...
Uncle Sparte felt that their boss seemed a little absent-minded today.
But even so...
The man is still imposing, exuding a cautious aura that strangers should not get close to.
.
The boss seems to be a bit abnormal today - this is the consensus reached by the high-level personnel today after looking at each other, but when Lei Qie seems to be in a bad mood, no one dares to go forward to pluck the tiger's whiskers.
So in the originally harmonious conference room, suddenly without warning, Uncle Spart stopped the report and fell into a kind of stalemate that made the air condense. DK sat on the chair and moved, and subconsciously glanced at the top of his head. Central air-conditioning, I wonder if the temperature at the control center is a little too low today
There was a long silence.
It seemed as if a century had passed. Finally, she mercifully noticed that the meeting that was clearly going on in her ear had suddenly fallen into a deadly silence. Rachel paused, and then slowly said her Looking away from the window and moving his hands away, the man raised his eyelids, glanced desperately at Uncle Sparte next to him, and asked inexplicably, "What's going on?"
Uncle Sparte's forehead twitched, and he opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly, the door of the meeting room was pushed open from the outside—
Rachel frowned lightly.
A mid-level and high-level person on the 24th floor carefully poked his head in. When one of them raised his head, he found dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him in the entire conference room—including those eyes farthest from him. His blue pupils.
"Don't know what to knock on the door?"
Cheng Cheng, the senior executive closest to the door, lowered his voice and scolded angrily.
"I..." Where have middle and high-level prisoners seen this kind of fighting? A certain place in my heart sank, I didn't know why I was so light-handed that all the people in the conference room looked over. The prisoner on the upper level, usually arrogant and arrogant, seems to have completely forgotten it at this moment. He blushed like a boy when he was young, and he couldn't hold back for a long time.
The senior who scolded him at the beginning was also short-tempered. He glanced at the table, and the face of the red-haired king had already darkened. If he was in trouble, this guy was going to eat the whip. The senior stood up from the table abruptly, He kicked the unlucky guy mercilessly, and cursed anxiously: "Get out!"
The middle and high-level prisoner knew that he was helping him, and didn't complain. He hurriedly bent over and apologized and wanted to go out. Who knew that at this time, he vaguely saw the man sitting at the other end of the long table with the light behind his back. But something else—
"Let him finish
. "
His voice was deep but he couldn't hear any emotion, the man didn't have any extra words, and his face was still the same as before. However, for some reason, the person sitting next to Lei Qie felt a chill for no reason. into the neck.
Lei Qie took his long legs off the table, put his right foot on top of his left, and raised his legs. He touched his pocket and took out a pack of handmade tobacco. He took it out and put it on his thin lips. The man narrowed his eyes slightly. In the conference room that fell into dead silence again, he was the only one who felt quite at ease. He looked at the prisoner who was standing at the door, neither staying nor staying, without saying a word.
"The people on the lower and lower floors let me say something," the mid-level and high-level prisoners who didn't know what happened today, and finally found their voices, complained in their hearts, but still answered honestly, "There is a third building. The prisoner wants to see you... I glanced, it seems that this morning in the dining room... "
The voices of the middle and high-level prisoners suddenly paused.
There was a thump in my heart, and I shouted to myself, what a fucking danger!
These days, no one dares to say a word about the black-haired kid in Building No. 3 in front of Lei Qie—
Is he breaking a taboo rhythm? !
"What's in the restaurant?"
When he was in fear, Lei Qie just played with the lighter in his hand without raising his head. The man's handsome face was half-lit and half asleep under the beating firelight. Finally, he had enough of playing, so he moved closer to his face , Lit the tobacco on her lips to train Baimei.
I'm just running around to report a letter-what do you mean by looking at me like dead people, bosses! ! The middle and high-level people running errands wanted to cry, but under Lei Qie's inquiry, they had to stammer and answer honestly: "...the newcomer, the newcomer to Building No. 3... yes, there is the one with hypoglycemia."
At the edge of the table, Rachel stopped breathing.
The slender fingertips held the cigarette butt away from his lips, and the man closed his eyes half-closed: "Newcomer? Why are you here to play wild?"
Damn it, if we want to know what kind of madness he is, who will come to alarm you, Lord Hades!
"The people at the bottom originally wanted to drive him away," the middle- and high-level prisoner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "but he didn't do it, he stayed at the gate, very stubborn, and insisted on seeing you... Shaoze said that he was arrested It's a headache, and the morning exercise time is almost over. I'm afraid that Reyce will come to us to ask for someone, so we let us come up to inform you
. "After finishing what he had to say in one breath, he let out a breath suddenly, and he stood obediently on the spot, carefully looking at the red-haired king who was sitting motionless not far away.
a long time.
Except for the slight smacking sound at the beginning, the red-haired man's face quickly returned to the original indifference. He moved, and put the tobacco that was only one-third burnt in the ashtray at hand Extinguished, and then gave an unexpected answer for everyone—
"Let him in."
…
Noy never thought that that person would actually let him in.
When he stepped into the lobby of Building No. 2, his whole mind was in a daze, as if he was still dreaming. Like a walking corpse, he followed behind the disgusted leading prisoner in front, and climbed the stairs from the first floor to the twenty-eighth floor honestly. Along the way, Noy didn't dare to let a fart—
Until that person brought him to a large empty room.
Stretching his neck to look inside, looking through the transparent tempered glass, Noy only saw a huge table and countless armchairs, and in the innermost part of the room sat a tall man.
Taking a deep breath, he subconsciously put his hand in his pocket and rubbed the slightly rough but unusually soft collar calmly. Noy opened the door and walked in. The people in the room did not move. When he pushed the door and walked in He was sitting on a chair and playing with the lighter in his hand, without even lifting his head.
Noy subconsciously lightened his steps, and walked obediently in front of the man. He lowered his head and was about to speak, but when he saw the red hair, he suddenly seemed to remember something, almost without hesitation. He bent his knees and knelt down in front of the man. He raised his head and placed himself in an absolutely humble angle, before he said, "Reince...young master."
The man doesn't seem to be surprised by this title.
The lighter was gently swung up, the man moved his wrist, and in the next second, before anyone could even see what happened, the delicate lighter fell on the forehead of the boy kneeling on the ground.
There was a loud snap.
The lighter rolled down on the heavy floor, leaving a bright red mark on the boy's forehead
.
Noy lowered his head even lower. If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that his slightly thin body is trembling slightly at this moment.
Because of fear.
Bone-eating ice cold.
However, he didn't back down, instead his bent body became even lower, and he knocked his head heavily on the ground—even through a thick layer of carpet, it couldn't stop the loud "boom" from filling up the entire meeting In the room, Noy's lips trembled, but he continued intermittently: "He was taken away by Hawkeye... Sorry, this, this is all my fault... Young Master, except you, no one can help him except you! I heard them mention your name—the man—the man—"
Lei Qie remained motionless, with indifference and mockery in his eyes: "Shut up and live with my sister-in-law."
Noi immediately fell silent.
"That's why you came to Building No. 2 in a grand manner?"
"..."
"I'm not in the mood to guess what you ants are thinking," the man's voice was filled with a dangerous chill, "but you'd better ask Mira what will happen if she plays tricks in front of me."
The man's words made the boy kneeling at his feet tremble. He buried his head lower, almost touching his knees. From an angle that Rachel couldn't see, a trace of complicated emotions flashed through Noy's eyes. —However, when he felt a big hand grabbing his hair and forcibly turning his head up, and looking at those cold blue pupils, all those complicated emotions were burnt out and recovered Obedience at first.
Noy looked at Leiqie, looked at that handsome and angular face and showed a mocking and disdainful smile. The smile didn't reach his eyes, and the man asked calmly, "You want me to save him?"
Noy's throat choked, but under such gazes, he couldn't help but nodded.
The smile on Rachel's lips became clearer, and the disgust in his eyes flashed. He let go and pushed Noy's head away: "You know who he is, right?"
After thinking about it, Noy nodded again.
"Then you still want to save him?"
"Today... at the restaurant, he helped me
. "
This answer caused Lei Qie to let out a deep sneer, Noy tilted his head slightly, cautiously, but did not find any useful information in those blue pupils, until Lei Qie turned his head to look directly at him, stretched out his hand, Hooking his chin, he said lightly: "You must repay what you have, huh? I never saw that you are still the same kind of person as him."
Noy lowered his eyelids, knowing that he couldn't answer this question.
Lei Qie let go of him and stood up, but changed the topic: "Have you received the notice to work as a temporary worker in the medical room?"
Noy froze for a moment, then nodded honestly.
"Be smart, you should ask Ryan what makes a qualified puppet." Leiqie walked out calmly, and said as he walked, "Don't let me see you in Building No. 2 for the second time."
After saying that, the man opened the door of the conference room and left without looking back.
Standing outside the meeting room door, Uncle Spatt wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Boss, it's snowing outside." Hastily handing the cloak to Rachel, he followed a few more steps, and finally found that he was indeed As she got older, she couldn't keep up with the man's pace, "Then what... Boss, where are you going?"
It's only halfway through...
The red-haired man who was walking in front paused, shook off the king's coat in his hand and put it on his shoulders—
"Go get my stuff back."
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