Winner Takes All novel Chapter 781

"Pa! Pa! Pa..."

Marshall’s expression never changed from beginning to end.

Marshall looked so indifferent like an iceberg, and even there was cruelty full of his eyes.

After he refilled the soil into the pit, he worried that the soil would not be solid enough. So, he beat the soil with a shovel and stepped on the soil again.

After throwing the shovel aside, he raised his head to feel the rain and wiped his face with his hand.

Finally, there was a change in his face.

Marshall hooked his lips slightly and showed a sad smile.

"Now, I should go back and it’s my turn this time."

Marshall got in the car and started it.

The roar of the car, accompanied by the sound of lightning, resounded through the sky.

The black BMW X7, like a ghost, quickly turned around, bumped away from the barren land and headed for city proper of South Maine.

He believed that after the heavy rain tonight, the rain would wash away all traces of this barren land.

In the deep weeds, no one would find the pit.

Next spring, the place he destroyed would grow lush weeds again to cover everything.

However,

After Marshall left, a flash of lightning lit up that ground dug by Marshall.

In the deep weeds, a figure, like a ghost, came out.

Step by step, he stepped in the mud and came to the grave.

"Pa!"

He lit a cigarette.

The man in black held the cigarette in his mouth and quietly picked up the shovel that Marshall had just lost.

Then, he quickly waved the shovel to dig the buried pit.

The soil was scattered around.

The soil wetted by rain became heavier.

But the man in black dug the pit very fast, even faster than Marshall.

And every time he waved the shovel, he controlled the strength very well.

Finally,

When he dug up the soil with a shovel, a bunch of wet long hair stained with the soil showed up.

The man in black lost the shovel and stepped forward quickly.

He grabbed the hair and pulled it violently.

Shirley’s head came out.

However, because of being buried and suffocation, her face was very pale and her lips were black.

There was a wound in the back of her head. With the rain, the blood flowed down with the soil.

The man in black calmly put his hand on Shirley’s nose.

"Fortunately, she still has a breath."

With a sigh, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

The man in black dug quickly with both hands. Three minutes later, he dug Shirley out of the big pit completely.

After Shirley was put aside on the ground, the man in black vomited his cigarette butt to the ground. Looking at the unconscious Shirley on the ground, he shook his head, "Little girl, you have to be glad that the dying man just knocked you out and buried you. If he killed you directly, I couldn’t save you."

The voice of the man in black was very hoarse, as if countless gravel were rubbing his throat, so that he could speak with all his strength.

After a second’s pause, the man in black lit a cigarette again.

He squatted in front of Shirley.

The night was dark.

The rain was pouring down.

This scene was extremely strange and gloomy.

The man in black raised his left hand and slowly opened the clothes on Shirley’s chest.

His index finger and thumb were groping for something quickly.

Finally, his index finger and thumb stopped somewhere in Shirley’s chest.

"Boom!"

Then, in the rainy night, a flash of lightning lit up the night sky.

The left thumb and index finger of the man in black pressed something abruptly.

The light made the ground as bright as day.

With this powerful press, Shirley, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened her eyes.