Zhuge Xunming couldn’t believe it and looked at the woman in front of him in shock, seeing madness and stubbornness in her eyes.
These eyes were not those of a sane person.
The Big Wave Woman casually pointed, and it turned out she was pointing at the director.
"Let’s start with the oldest here."
The director didn’t expect that the fire would start with him, so he pushed the assistant director next to him: "He’s two years older than , he’s the oldest!"
The assistant director couldn’t believe the director could be so shaless to push him out!
"No, I’m not older than him, don’t believe him, I look younger than him!"
The job of a director is exhausting, with days and nights mixed up, so this director aged quickly and looked older.
The Big Wave Woman sneered, as if watching two clownish buffoons, and waved her hand casually, "Bring both of them over, it’s just a matter of a minute or two. What’s there to argue about?"
The director and the assistant director struggled desperately, but both were already injured from their previous power struggles, and with the tattooed n being tall and strong, they couldn’t break free.
"Save !" the director shouted to the staff behind him.
The assistant director also started to shout: "Quick, save !"
The accountant, who was a relative of the assistant director, took a step forward but did not take a second step.
The director and the assistant director were pressed at the woman’s feet, and she reached out to stroke their heads, as if petting two dogs.
"Which one should we start with? This one looks more anxious, let’s start with the anxious one."
As soon as the words fell, the gun was aid at the director’s temple.
The director scread: "No, don’t!"
"So noisy! Seal their mouths."
"Yes!" A tattooed man took out a roll of duct tape and sealed the director’s mouth with it.
The assistant director, seeing the director’s mouth sealed and his uncomfortable appearance, didn’t dare to make a sound, afraid of being sealed too.
The Big Wave Woman’s finger rested on the trigger, smiling softly: "Dear son, are you sure you won’t call mom?"
"Mmm mmm mmm—" The director couldn’t make any sound, but his eyes were full of plea as he looked at Zhuge Xunming.
Zhuge Xunming closed his eyes.
He could choose not to care, to let this lunatic go crazy, but he couldn’t get over this hurdle in his heart; after all, he wasn’t soone as hard-hearted as iron.
He could watch that couple die with open eyes because of the years of accumulated resentnt, but the director to him was more of a stranger.
He didn’t want to see a stranger die because of him.
Taking a deep breath, Zhuge Xunming opened his mouth with difficulty: "Mom."
A single word seed to exhaust all his strength.
The Big Wave Woman seed dissatisfied with this emotionless word, but also knew she couldn’t push too hard and put on a delighted expression, exclaiming exaggeratedly "Ah~."
The director lay on the ground, having survived the ordeal, his forehead already beaded with sweat.
Only heaven knows the trembling and fear in his heart with a gun aid at his temple.
The gun was so cold.
The assistant director let out a breath; with the director not dead, he didn’t have to die either.
A large group of islanders arrived at the villa, led by a man wearing an eye patch. Seeing this man with the eye patch, the Big Wave Woman rushed over, like a butterfly flitting into the man’s arms, coquettishly saying, "You’re here, look, that’s our son."
The man glanced at Zhuge Xunming indifferently, casually "hmm-ed," clearly not caring.
His gaze fell on Hua Jinyan’s face, evidently more interested in this heir of the Hua family, the only son of Ms. Gu.
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