Bai Qingqing glanced at the butler.

The housekeeper only felt a chill on his back. She felt that this girl seemed to be even more terrifying than Master Zhan.

"Forget it, she didn't mean it. It was because you didn't explain it clearly to others before. Let's forget it this time." Bai Qingqing said lightly. She is not a slim person.

After this time, Bai Qingqing's position in the butler's heart instantly increased to the top, and she could do anything to provoke anyone, but that little ancestor must not provoke him.

Compared to the warmth of the No. 9 Mansion, Zhao Xiye was in a mess. He is now a wanted criminal and has injuries, but he cannot go to the hospital for treatment at all. He can only endure the pain and wait until tomorrow to connect with the young master's people and make plans.

Fortunately, time passed little by little, and finally the time we agreed with the young master came.

At around 4:30 p.m. the next afternoon, Zhao Xiye was waiting at the place he had decided with the young master, in an abandoned warehouse.

At around 4:45, four men walked into the abandoned warehouse.

Zhao Xiye took out a bag of golden leaves from his pocket and distributed them to four men.

The five people started smoking, and Zhao Xiye said, "Brothers, you are the young master who arranged for me to take me abroad. Thank you for this incident. If I can return to Kyoto another day, I will definitely treat you to a meal and repay your kindness."

Zhao Xiye said politely. Now he is really forced to a desperate situation. He can't go anywhere. It's difficult to buy some food. After all, there are photos of him everywhere on the Internet.

The men smiled at each other when they heard Zhao Xiye's words.

From their smiles, Zhao Xiye felt something was wrong. He subconsciously took a step back. The life of licking blood on the tip of a knife allowed him to quickly realize what murderous intent was.

"Young Master did say that we would send you a ride, but it was not to send you abroad, but to send you on the way!" After the man finished speaking, he took out a dagger from his pocket and stabbed him straight towards Zhao Xiye's chest.

Zhao Xiye was already prepared for his defense, so he could not let him stab him so easily. He dodged and hurriedly ran out.

"You can't let him go, chase him!"

A large abandoned factory was chasing each other.

After so many years of experience, Zhao Xiye still has sharp movements even though he is injured.

The four of them pressed each other tightly and chased them outside the abandoned factory, where there was a very deep stinky river.

Rather than dying under their swords, Zhao Xiye was willing to fight fate. Without any hesitation, he jumped into the smelly river.

"Do it! What should I do now?" said one of the four people uneasy.

"The river is so deep, the water flows so fast, and Zhao Xiye has injuries on his body, so he shouldn't survive, right?"

Accompanied by the uncertain voices of several people, Zhao Xiye's body floated towards the distance with the river.

When he woke up again, Zhao Xiye woke up the pain. He looked around and he was on a weedy field, probably letting the river water rush ashore. His legs and arms were injured and he had not been treated. He also let the smelly river water soak, and the wounds began to tend to rot.

Zhao Xiye was an orphan since childhood and grew up in a concentration camp abroad. Only when he was strong enough and killed enough people could he survive in that concentration camp. Later, the young master took him out of the concentration camp, and it was the young master who let him live a normal life.

Zhao Xiye has always been very grateful to the young master, but he didn't expect that the young master would be the one who killed him in the end.
Chapter completed!