"Wang Dadong, I told you long ago to stay away from those. Cheap won, now look, do you think the lady of the house will protect you like I did? You’ve not only ruined yourself but also hard them!" Beyoncé growled at Wang Dadong.
At this point, she didn’t know what to say to Wang Dadong.
Because it was already too late to say anything.
The lady of the house knew about this matter and certainly wouldn’t let it go. Besides, she just said that all the won in the villa had to be called over.
It’s obvious she’s going to deal with this situation.
Beyoncé’s expression was extrely complicated, a mix of anger, frustration, and sadness...
Wang Dadong looked at Beyoncé and chuckled, "Little Bi, look, I’m about to die. Can you answer a question for ?"
"What question?" Beyoncé wanted to scold Wang Dadong a bit, but thinking about what he would soon face, her heart softened.
"Have you ever liked ? Even just a little bit." Wang Dadong looked at Beyoncé with great anticipation.
Beyoncé was both angry and annoyed. At this ti, Wang Dadong still had the mind to ask her this question.
"What does it matter if I like you? From the day you entered the villa, you should know I’m the BOSS’s woman. Even if I liked you, we could never be together!" Beyoncé’s body trembled slightly.
Did she like Wang Dadong?
She didn’t know either.
"Then what if the BOSS died?" Wang Dadong asked seriously.
"Heh, the BOSS won’t die. No one can kill him..." Beyoncé shook her head in pain.
Seeing the pained expression on Beyoncé’s face, Wang Dadong had his answer. He didn’t press further but softly said, "Little Bi, look, I’m about to die. Could you let kiss you?"
"You..." Beyoncé really didn’t know what else to say to Wang Dadong.
Doesn’t he know what he is about to face?
Or does he really not care about his own life and death?
Moreover, Wang Dadong committed such a big mistake, even if he dies, it will be a very miserable death.
The last person was cented alive, so what punishnt will he face?
Beyoncé knew nothing she said now would matter...
This is his last wish, let him have it this once...
Beyoncé gently closed her eyes.
Even though she was ntally prepared, Beyoncé was still a bit nervous, as shown by her fluttering long eyelashes.
What was she doing?
Giving the BOSS a green hat?
Perhaps, Beyoncé never thought she would betray the BOSS one day...
However, Wang Dadong didn’t kiss Beyoncé but whispered softly in her ear, "Don’t worry, Little Bi. I’ll be fine."
Then, he turned and walked towards the villa.
"You, what are you going to do?" Beyoncé shouted after Wang Dadong.
Wang Dadong turned back, flashed a charming smile, and asked, "Little Bi, what are the chances I can take down the lady of the house?"
"..."
Watching the figure gradually disappear from sight, Beyoncé was left speechless.
This guy...
He really fears nothing and no one.
The rooms in the villa are assigned according to status.
The higher the status, the better the location. As the lady of the house, Saint Roland surely resided in the best room.
Wang Dadong easily found Saint Roland’s room.
But as he pushed open the door, a perfect back was revealed before him.
It turns out Saint Roland had returned to her room to change clothes.
At this mont, Saint Roland’s dress was just being put on, the zipper on her back not yet pulled up, exposing a flawless fragrant spine.
"Who let you in? Get out!" Saint Roland sensed soone and quickly turned around, discovering it was Wang Dadong. She imdiately barked coldly.
"My lady, no need to get so worked up. Let’s talk civilly." Wang Dadong, however, didn’t leave. Instead, he closed the door and walked towards Saint Roland.
"You dare defy my order?" Saint Roland’s gaze turned icy.
In this villa, although Beyoncé, being with the BOSS the longest, was most trusted by him, Saint Roland held the ultimate authority.
Her power was second only to the BOSS’s.
If she willed Wang Dadong to die, he must die.
Saint Roland tugged at the zipper on her back, but it seed to have jamd and couldn’t be pulled up several tis.
"Does my lady need assistance?" Wang Dadong asked with a grin.
With that, he went right behind Saint Roland, grasping the zipper, and with a swift motion, zipped it up.
"How dare you!" Though Wang Dadong had zipped Saint Roland up, she seed not the least bit grateful, raising her hand to deliver a slap.
However, her slap never landed on Wang Dadong but was caught by him instead.
Saint Roland struggled several tis but couldn’t break free at all.
She then lifted her foot to kick at Wang Dadong’s vital part.
Oh crap!
Wang Dadong’s expression changed sharply. Though Saint Roland was only at the Superhuman Realm Beginner Level, he certainly wouldn’t risk his jewels for a kiss on her foot.
His other hand shot out abruptly, catching hold of Saint Roland’s leg as well.
At the sa ti, with a pull on Saint Roland’s thigh, her body involuntarily pressed close to Wang Dadong’s.
At this mont, Saint Roland’s right hand was held by Wang Dadong’s left hand, and her left leg was embraced by his right hand, forming an arch.
This was a very common posture...
Their bodies pressed tightly together, Saint Roland moved several tis but realized she couldn’t move at all.
"Who, who are you really!" Finally, Saint Roland changed her color. Despite being a Superhuman Realm Beginner Level expert, the man before her could subdue her with ease.
This indicated that his strength greatly surpassed hers.
He was very likely a Superhuman Realm Interdiate or even a Superhuman High-Level Expert!
Such a powerful figure couldn’t possibly serve under the BOSS.
Wang Dadong almost brought his face close to Saint Roland’s, his lips curling slightly as he said, "Who I am is not important. What’s important is, who you are! Miss Saint Roland."
Upon hearing Wang Dadong utter the na Saint Roland, her face changed dramatically, "How do you know I am called Saint Roland?"
Saint Roland was the na she used in the Organization, while in the Devil’s Den, she went by the na Luolan.
Wang Dadong finally released Saint Roland and headed towards the stool in the room.
Seeing Wang Dadong turning his back to her, a strong murderous intent flashed in Saint Roland’s eyes.
Although Wang Dadong’s strength was sowhat superior to hers, there was still a good chance to kill him in an ambush.
No matter who Wang Dadong was, knowing her identity, he had to die, or once her identity was exposed, she was sure to be done for.
With this thought, a dagger shimring with cold light appeared in Saint Roland’s hand, and she thrust it directly toward Wang Dadong’s neck!
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