MTL - Rebirth In The Novel: Indulging The Female Side Character-Chapter 317

Dong Hongchang killed Ji Manqing and removed the big stone.

When he was about to leave, he found a vehicle nearby.

Dong Hongchang’s heart is tight.

A man walked down and stopped his way.

The night was deep and the face of the man was very quiet.

Jiang Yan.

Dong Hongchang is extremely vigilant: "Are you Mr. Jiang from the dark cabinet?"

A few years ago, he had seen Mr. Jiang once, but this time Mr. Jiang changed his capacity.

Dong Hongchang has always been clear that the princes of the cemetery never show their true faces.

Jiang Yan’s temperament is elegant and his tone is indifferent: “Many people have been in contact with the Dark Court.”

"Dong Hongchang, there are many people who want to kill you."

Lu Huai had already discussed with him and blocked Dong Hongchang’s way before Dong Hongchang left Shanghai.

Dong Hongchang sneered: "Do people in the dark cabinet dare to manage the government?"

If Jiang Yan did not hear it, he slowly said: "What the Dong Dujun did is in line with the requirements of the murder of the dark cabinet."

His eyes are calm and watery, but there is a hidden frost: "What Dong Tungjun has done himself should be clear."

Dong Hongchang sighs with anger: "Is Lu Huai calling you?"

He already knows that Lu Huai and the Dark Court have a cooperative relationship.

This time, it is also the intention of Lu Huai.

Jiang Yan: "Tong Duanjun will know when he goes to a place."

Jiang Yan stood behind a group of people dressed in black, they looked pale, but with a strong threat.

Dong Hongchang’s eyes flashed hatred.

Dong Yue was robbed and disappeared by the former leader of the squad, and he hated the dark court.

The people in the dark cabinet are very good. He can't be their opponent. They can only compromise.

Jiang Yan’s face is still quiet: “Dong Dujun, please.”

Dong Hongchang got on the bus and the car drove into the cold night.

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When I got to a house, I opened the door and pointed a row of black bullets at Dong Hongchang.

Lu Huai sits inside and looks like ice.

Dong Hongchang’s heart sinks.

The front is the black muzzle, followed by the threat of the dark cabinet.

He is completely controlled by people and cannot escape.

Dong Hongchang went in and was controlled by the people of Luhuai.

Lu Huai looked at Dong Hongchang and sneered: "You handled the woman, lest I get dirty."

Dong Hongchang angered: "Lu Huai, your hand is too long."

He is the governor of the three provinces, and Lu Huai dared to leave him.

Lu Huai's look is extremely cold: "You think you came to Shanghai, can you leave easily?"

Lu Huai said one word at a time: "I can kill you directly."

The hate is over, the overwhelming darkness is heavy.

Lu Huai slowly opened: "However, I will give you a chance today."

An understatement, somehow, Dong Hongchang jumped in his heart.

"Dong Hongchang, you heard about the Russian turntable."

Dong Hongchang had a bad feeling in his heart.

Lu Huai’s voice fell.

"Can you leave Shanghai today, depending on whether you can win this gamble."

Lu Huai slammed his hand and walked forward and put an item on the table.

Lu Huai’s voice continued to sound: “This is a revolver, and the bet is your life.”

Dong Hongchang’s twilight was tight, and he looked at the past.

The lights fell and the revolver was quietly placed on the table with a cold glow.

Dong Hongchang’s heart has completely sunk.

He knew the rules of the Russian turntable and bet on human life, which was extremely cruel.

There are six bullet holes in the revolver, and the bullets are loaded into it.

Move the wheel and shoot at yourself.

No one knows, the next second, the bullet will not be shot.

Fortunately, there are no bullets in the shots, but the chances are minimal.

On the contrary, most of the people fired the first shot, and there were bullets shot, they will be killed on the spot.

Dong Hongchang looked very cold. Lu Huai did this and clearly wanted to kill him.

Lu Huai’s eye is the cold that can’t be seen at the end: “I will let you shoot three shots.”

Dong Hongchang’s emotional tension has reached its peak.

Lu Huai looked coldly at Dong Hongchang: "If the three shots are all empty bombs, I will let you go."

The outside is dark night, deeper than this night, Lu Huai's indifferent face.

"If one of the guns has a bullet, then you will leave your life here."

The sense of oppression swept over, and the wind seemed to pass by the window, and the room was filled with a cold atmosphere.

Dong Hongchang sneered: "I have never heard of it. The Russian turntable is played by one person."

He spoke sullenly: "Lu Huai, you must participate."

The Russian turntable is all by luck, and no one can retire.

Even if he died, he would have to drag the land and water.

Lu Huai’s voice sank down: “Here is Shanghai, I have the final say.”

His sharp eyes swept over, as if looking at a dead object.

Dong Hongchang’s heart is a glimpse.

There has never been a fear, and he seems to be surrounded by darkness.

Lu Huai: "This is a gamble for you alone. It is life or death. It depends on your luck."

Lu Huai’s men took a revolver and walked to Dong Hongchang.

Dong Hongchang glanced at him and did not reach for it.

Dong Hongchang: "If I don't agree?"

There are too few Russian turntables, and he can never compromise.

Lu Huai did not rush to open: "Your life is in my hands, you can't refuse."

The atmosphere is stagnate and extremely depressed.

Dong Hongchang said sarcastically: "How do I know if you have any hands and feet."

Seeing that Dong Hongchang still did not pick up the revolver, Lu Huai’s look became more and more heavy.

Lu Huai cold channel: "Dong Hongchang, you have to violate my meaning?"

One word and one sentence with awkward killing: "If you should not go down, I will kill you now."

Dong Hongchang did not speak.

Then, he resisted his anger and slowly picked up the revolver.

The gun was in the hand, and the coldness in his hand became more intense.

Lu Huai smiled, and the smile was cold and cold: "Now, you can shoot the first shot."

Lu Huai carelessly leaned there, his fingers slowly rubbing the cup.

Dong Hongchang picked up the pistol and dialed the runner.

The wheel turns, and the slight sound makes it tremble.

Dong Hongchang slowly raised his hand and placed the revolver in the temple.

The cold touch came straight.

Like a sharp blade, just sticking to the skin, it carries a cold chill.

Fear of heavy attacks, Dong Hongchang was silent, and there was no next move.

Lu Huai blinked: "Dong Hongchang, don't let me wait too long, I am not patient enough."

Under the light, Lu Huai's look is faint, as if there is a faint snow and ice.

Dong Hongchang looked around and saw all the people around Lu Huai. As soon as he had a change, they would shoot immediately.

Dong Hongchang took a deep breath and barely let himself calm down.

Then he will gamble.

Dong Hongchang pulled the trigger.

The air is dead.

No bullets are fired.

This gun is an empty gun.

Dong Hongchang’s heart was loose, and he escaped.

Dong Hongchang put down his hand, his hand was still shaking, and the revolver almost fell to the ground.

His back was covered with cold sweat and his clothes had been smeared.

Lu Huai’s eyes are dark: “You are lucky.”

The next second, Lu Huai’s voice slammed.

He said indifferently: "The second shot."

I don’t give Dong Hongchang a breathing time at all.

The air is extremely tight, as if a string that has been tightened, it will soon be broken.

Dong Hongchang has just survived and has not reacted.

The sound of Lu Huai’s deep cold rang on his ear.

It seems to be a reminder, it is chilling.

Dong Hongchang bit his teeth and raised his hand again.

The revolver once again reached the temple.

The fear is like a knife, sharp and sharp, a little bit on his body, with invisible pain.

The night is long and every second is extremely difficult.

Dong Hongchang’s hand trembled.

He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.

The air is still silent, but it is extremely depressed.

This gun is still an empty gun.

Dong Hongchang’s forehead is full of fine sweat.

The outside is a cold winter night, and his body is even colder. He is like being in hell.

Lu Huai looked at Dong Hongchang's face gradually pale, and his twilight was extremely cold.

There is no ups and downs in my heart.

Dong Hongchang is self-sufficient and self-sufficient.

Lu Huai’s line of sight slowly passed through Dong Hongchang: “The last shot is left.”

"Dong Hongchang, do you think you can live to the end?"

The voice is low and the chill of the bones is hidden.

Dong Hongchang did not speak.

Lu Huai’s indifferent voice sounded: “Let’s shoot.”

Dong Hongchang trembled and even the guns were somewhat unstable.

There is also a last shot. He doesn't know if he will be the same as the previous two.

Dong Hongchang’s thoughts were extremely chaotic, and the huge fear had completely killed him.

Lu Huai’s cold eyes have been watching Dong Hongchang, and the threat is extremely strong.

Dong Hongchang picked up the pistol and placed it in the temple.

His index finger is placed on the trigger.

Buckle down.

No bullets are fired.

The last shot was also an empty gun.

Dong Hongchang’s hand hangs down and the revolver falls on the ground.

The voice is dull.

Even though Dong Hongchang was lucky enough to survive, he felt that he was about to suffocate.

His face is also extremely ugly, pale to the extreme.

Lu Huai looked at Dong Hongchang's wolf howling, and he snorted.

The sound is extremely low, but it is ironic.

The depth of Lu Huai’s color is unknown: “Dong Hongchang, I will spare you this life today.”

Dong Hongchang’s body is heavy, as if there is no trace of anger.

After Dong Hongchang left, Lu Huai opened the revolver.

It was empty and there was no bullet.

But the pistol is heavy, and Dong Hongchang will not notice the difference.

This time, he did not intend to kill Dong Hongchang.

Dong Hongchang can die anywhere, but it must not be Shanghai.

His death can only be an accident, but can not be related to Lujia.

This time Lu Huai’s warning to him.

Lu Huai let his men stare at Dong Hongchang. He will remove Dong Hongchang before Dong Hongchang returns to Hanyang.

The clouds are dull and spread in the night sky.

The night is very deep, like ink. Black spread, as if to cover the whole world.

Lu Huai’s eyes are indifferent and cold, and there is a deep killing.