2358: C2358 Poor Middle-aged Man

C2358 Poor Middle-aged Man

A small snake was floating rapidly in the forest, like a beautiful figure in the dark, or like a green bamboo that was darting around.0

In that short moment, the little snake had already swam through the forest, making no sound or movement. As described in Xu Zhimo's poem, I came gently without taking away a cloud. I walked softly without leaving a trace.

Oh, it left a mark. Blood was everywhere he passed, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. It seeped into the soil and slowly sank. After a night's time, it would leave no traces behind.

No one knew what was going on here tonight. The people with plans were still planning what would happen tonight. At least, in Hong Tianqi's eyes, all of his preparations were done in an orderly manner.

The middle-aged butler was a bit anxious because he had made so many calls that no one had answered them. According to the orders he had given, all the countermen should keep in contact with each other on the phone. This way, it would be convenient for him to give out orders.

However, now that the connection had been broken, this unexpected situation made him feel a little uneasy. But no matter how he thought about it, it shouldn't be like this. To be more accurate, he had arranged for it to be done step by step. Besides, even if something happened, there wouldn't be any reaction. They were armed with hot weapons, you know.

"What happened?" Seeing the middle-aged man anxious, Hong Tianqi frowned: "Did something happen outside?"

"Haha, you're thinking too much, young master." I have already done everything, there will be no accident … I will just wait for young master's orders. "

Swallowing his saliva, the middle-aged butler hurriedly shook his head: "With the current situation, everyone in the Maoshan Sect will die. With our powerful firearms, they have nowhere to run."

"Hmm, you are right, this is the effect I want." Withdrawing his gaze from the middle-aged butler's face, Hong Tianqi snorted coldly: "After tonight, the status of our Hong family will skyrocket. At that time, we will be participating in the Luotian Festival in the name of the sect."

Phew...

Standing behind him, the middle-aged butler secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at Hong Tianqi, who was lost in his own fantasy, his eyes flashed with a cold light. Don't forget when you're in the mood to get carried away, there's a good chance you'll be stabbed in the back.

"Young master, I'll go make the arrangements first. Just let me know when you need to make a move." With these words, the middle-aged butler slowly retreated and left.

The title of butler ended tonight. There was no need for him to lower his voice in front of this so-called young master. The people who were brought here to ambush them were all his subordinates. To someone with ambition and ambition, a useless rich second-generation was something he could easily replace.

However, just as this thought appeared, it was stopped by a dagger. A Daoist priest was standing behind him at some point, the sharp tip of the blade stabbing into his skin, bringing with it a piercing pain and blood.

"If you're smart, don't make a sound. Otherwise, the knife in my hand will go in. Do you hear me?"

While threatening the middle-aged butler, the Daoist Priest pushed him forward and said, "Don't be afraid, as long as you listen obediently, I won't hurt you."

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