Chapter 347 The Identity of Scarface?
In an instant, there were more than a dozen men in black around them.
Janet quietly clenched the gun with great nervousness.
The pool was filled with smoke. The strangest thing was that the couple kept doing sex.
Janet squinted her eyes and saw the shadow of the couple. They overlapped in surging
waves. Their action was intense and lustful.
Olive rubbed her arms, and rolled her eyes in disgust, “What’s wrong with this guy?
Asking someone to watch his sex live?”
“Ms. Longfellow, what do you think?”
A man’s voice came from the front.
His voice was hoarse and cold, like a mottled wall that has been smoky and splashed
with water.
Janet was suddenly annoyed. She tugged the corners of her mouth, “You know me?”
“Of course. In Raleigh, everyone knows the eldest lady of the Longfellow family. You
haven’t answered my question yet. Do you like what you’ve watched?”
Janet raised her eyelids lazily, but felt more nervous, “A dozen of men stand in front of
me, and you’re hiding in the mist. What do you think?”
“Ah!”
“It’s said that Ms. Longfellow is very good at fighting. Why can’t you defeat them
now?”
When the smoke gradually dissipated, Janet narrowed her eyes. She finally saw the two
people in the hot spring pool clearly.
A topless man hugged an equally topless woman in his arms. A hideous scar ran through his left eye, and ended at the side of his nose. His eyes were as cold as poisonous snakes.
His fingers moved across the woman’s smooth back like plucking the strings of a piano, causing her to tremble.
“Honey, your friend is here. Look.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his big palm clamped the woman’s chin and forced her to look up at Janet.
The woman, lowering her head at the beginning, was forced to raise head suddenly while she felt her neck was almost broken. Then she met Janet’s bright and stern eyes.
“It’s you!”
Olive gritted her teeth, “Anastasia, you are so self–deprecating! Do you know who is next to you? His subordinates kill people without any mercy!”
Anastasia’s hair was grabbed by the Scarface, so she had no way to hide.
The hatred in her eyes flashed. She leaned her head closer to Scarface’s arms. She looked vulnerable, but spoke out vicious words.
“Mr. Walker. They were the ones who killed your subordinates outside just now! They are looking down on you! Janet is the person who despised you most!”
Although they didn’t kill them, there were indeed several people lying on the floor not far away. And one was dead.
Janet moved her shoulder slightly. She gave Olive a push, and glanced at her, “Are you afraid?”
“Anastasia is here, so I think we’re dangerous.”
“Screw it!” Olive tugged at the bathrobe on her body, and cursed, “Shit! I’m not stupid. either. If they dare to kill me, and I’ll show Anastasia no mercy!”
Janet looked back at her, wearing a slight smile, and her beautiful eyes were full of cruelty, “Do you dare to fight with me?”
Olive moved her neck, “Of course!”
“How about your injury to the waist?”
Olive showed an evil but charming expression. Raising the gun, she said coolly, “It’s
okay. Don’t worry!”
The scars on his eyelids became hideous for a moment because he slightly raised his
eyebrows.
“You’re right. Life for a life…”
He touched Anastasia’s hair as if comforting a pet. He laughed hoarsely, “It seems that you two won’t be able to leave today.”
When his words finished, the sound of gunshot came from outside almost at the same
time.
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