He remembered that he was first given a drink by his subordinates in turn. Then he went to the bathroom and came back and drank another bottle or so. After that, the little girl came to their private room with wine, and he was lured away from home by a piece of paper...

Because he was very unhappy about being teased, he rushed back to the bar and seemed to drink a few more bottles of wine, and then...

Probably because he was very drunk, the following memories were no longer coherent, and only some fragmentary images flashed through his mind... and finally they were fixed at a certain moment.

I don't know what he thought of. Zhongyuan Zhongya's movements of rubbing his temples suddenly froze. His neck was turning with difficulty like a machine that had been out of repair for a long time. It seemed that he could still hear a "click-click" sound.

He looked around him for the first time - there was no one there.

Inexplicably, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But just halfway out of his breath, he was so shocked by the mess on the sofa and the dazzling blood stains on it that he froze on the spot.

Almost subconsciously, he turned to look at the door.

The pale-faced Quan trembled in fright at the sight that suddenly pierced his body. He hugged his knees and huddled in the corner, not daring to raise his head to look at him, as if he was some kind of savage beast.

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye's mind went blank.
Chapter completed!