This aura is deadly

The burly man in a suit sat on the sofa in the hallway, throwing Shreli's phone aside. The number nicknamed her boyfriend kept calling, and it was really annoying to hold it in his hand.

His companions were having fun in the small room. The woman's groaning and vomiting sounds kept coming from the bedroom. The blond man in a suit came out and tried to find clues from the phone.

"It's useless. When we followed her in Lafite Road this morning, she called her father a lot, but it was obvious that the other party didn't want to answer." The sturdy man in a suit said.

"He won't answer the phone rashly. He knows that the consortium can track his number..." The blond man in a suit hugged his chest and frowned.

"Maybe he has a shelter and his own connections to protect him?" The sloppy man in a suit guessed.

"Not necessarily. If he can escape calmly, he won't deliberately expose his daughter to us... All airports, long-distance buses and rail transportation in Opportunity City are under the watch of the consortium, and he has no chance to escape." The blond man in a suit shook his head.

"So... his daughter really doesn't know where he is...?" The sloppy man in a suit asked.

"I think so... She doesn't even know what her father's situation is now, and she even threatened us with the consortium... We were sent by the consortium..." The blond suit man smiled.

"That is to say, we have no other clues to find him... This is a problem." The strong suit man said.

"Hehehe, he disappointed his grandfather, brother, this is the way of the consortium. After all, the chairman knows too much and it is impossible for him to retire peacefully..." The blond suit man laughed.

"So what should we do now? It's a waste of time here. Are there any other clues?" The strong suit man said in a deep voice.

"Relax brother, relax, we still have time tonight... You really should go in and see that girl... The chairman's daughter has a good skin, you know what I mean, we can have some fun with her." The blond suit man looked back at the bedroom and smiled.

The black man, wearing iron knuckles, punched Shreli's upper abdomen fiercely, and his fist poured into her belly without any obstruction, forming a round depression.

Shrelily gritted her teeth and tightened her abdominal muscles, but she still couldn't stop the heavy force from penetrating her internal organs. She felt her stomach being hit hard, her throat was hot, and a mouthful of gastric juice spurted out from her lips.

"Ms. Miles, as a woman, you did a good job, but I hope you can do better, do you understand?" The black man in a suit lifted Shrelily's chin, looked at her eyes that were slightly dull due to pain, and said with a smile.

Shrelily raised her head and spit a mouthful of saliva on the black man's face.

The black man in a suit didn't get angry, but laughed. He wiped the saliva on his cheek with his tie, then lifted Shrelily's thin clothes, revealing her abdomen that had been beaten red.

"You will regret it, Miss Miles, I promise." The black man smiled and waved his fist to continue to beat Shreli.

Outside the bedroom, the blond man noticed the mobile phone that kept vibrating on the sofa.

He picked up his phone and took a look at it, then looked at the suited man and asked, "Is this guy always on the phone?"

"Yes, he calls again after hanging up, and calls again after he hangs up automatically. Miss Miles sent him two text messages for help. It seems that he cares about his girlfriend very much. I wonder if she will come." The strong suited man laughed.

"Miss Miles is young, beautiful, and very rich. Who do you think would not care? Humph... If he comes, kill him." The blond suited man said coldly.

"What if he calls the police?" the suited man asked.

"The county police will not intervene. Grandfather has arranged everything." The blond suited man said.

"Bang bang bang..."

While talking, someone knocked on the door...

The strong suited man and the blond suited man looked at each other for a second, and then immediately took out their pistols and walked to the door quietly.

The black man and the bearded man in the bedroom also took out their guns and looked at the door vigilantly.

The blond suited man stood by the door, aiming his gun at the door, while the strong suited man hid on the other side, holding the gun in his left hand and holding the door handle with his right hand.

"3, 2, 1..." the blond man in a suit gestured.

"Crack."

The strong man in a suit suddenly opened the door, pointing two guns at the door at the same time, but there was no one in the corridor.

"Someone is playing tricks on us, he must be here." The blond man in a suit whispered.

He looked outside the door, then walked out of the door carefully with his gun held, and patrolled both sides of the corridor.

The corridor was quiet, without the sound of going up and down the stairs. The sensor light lit up for a few seconds because of the sound of the door opening, and then went out again.

"Did you see anyone?" the strong man in a suit asked.

"No... but I have a bad feeling, we can't stay here for long. Tie up Miss Miles and take her back for interrogation, it's time to withdraw." The blond man said, looking at the elevator and the staircase vigilantly, but on his other side, Chen Ke suddenly appeared...

A knife suddenly stabbed into the blond man's neck, stirred it, and pulled it horizontally, cutting his throat and muscles, almost removing his head.

Chen Ke pushed the body of the blond man in the suit into the door. Just as the strong man in the suit was stunned by surprise, he raised his hand and shot him in the face. The bullet entered from the eye, tore the brain tissue and came out from the back of the head, splattering red and white all over the floor.

Before the bearded man in the bedroom could aim his gun, two bullets flew towards him. One hit the hand holding the gun, breaking the ring finger and middle finger along with the grip of the gun, and the other hit his chest. He fell backwards with a muffled groan.

The black man immediately hid behind the door frame. In a short moment, he was the only one left among his three companions. He didn't even see the other person's shadow clearly. He just felt that he was also wearing a black suit...

The black man was breathing nervously, holding the gun with both hands, leaning against the wall, afraid that his body would be exposed. He looked at Shreli, who had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"No matter who you are! Damn... You'd better not mess around, Miss Miles is in my hands! If you dare to step into the room, I will smash her beautiful head!" The black man shouted outside the door.

No one responded outside.

The black man waited for a few seconds, mustered up the courage to look behind the wall, no one.

He looked at Shreli, thought for a long time, and immediately grabbed Shreli's shoulders and pulled her up from the chair.

But Shreli's feet were still tied to the legs of the stool with a belt, and she fell face down with a groan.

"Get up, you idiot..." the black man said nervously, he wanted to pull Shreli as a shield and escape from here.

"I thought you didn't have me in your heart." Shreli laughed.

"What are you talking about? Shut up!" The black man said, while knocking Shreli's head with the butt of the gun.

"Hurry up, do you like to see me suffer?" Shreli smiled with her face on the ground.

"If you talk again, it's not as simple as suffering, understand?!" The black man loosened the belt, grabbed Shreli and said fiercely.

"I didn't talk to you." Shreli looked at the black man and said.

The black man's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he realized something, and he turned his head back with his gun, but at the same time, his wrist was grabbed by a pair of strong hands, and his neck was tightly tightened by a strong arm.

The sound of broken bones, the P226 pistol fell to the ground.

"Knock... knock! Ah... cough...!" The black man's other hand tightly grasped the arm that was strangling his neck, and he kept struggling.

Chen Ke kept exerting force, tightening his left arm, pushing the black man's head forward, and with his unlimited physical strength, he left the black man no room to resist, and finally he could only faint in his arms.

Feeling that the black man had stopped moving, he threw him to the ground, and then turned to look at Shreli.

Shreli was beaten black and swollen, her clothes were half opened, her abdomen was bruised, and the floor around her was covered with her vomit. This scene reminded Chen Ke of a domestic TV series called "Flirting Scholar".

Chen Ke searched for the key from the man in the suit, turned Shreli over from the ground, and unlocked the handcuffs.

Although she was beaten badly, she was not unable to move, so Chen Ke didn't care about her. Instead, he handcuffed the unconscious black man to the head of the bed and kicked him awake.

"Aren't you going to kill him?" Shreli got up from the ground and asked.

"I have something I want to ask him." Chen Ke said coldly, turned his head and stared at the black man, taking out a folding knife and playing with it.