Looking at Mrs. Ellie who was covering her face and crying, Ren was completely unmoved and showed no pity for her.
He is quite afraid of such a scheming bitch at the level of a movie queen. He is still counting money for her in fear of being sold by her.
After drinking the last glass of red wine, he got up from the sofa and walked to the balcony door, preparing to leave.
"etc!"
Mrs. Ellie wiped away her tears, hugged his waist from behind, and begged him to destroy the image. This fact made her feel like a stick in her throat.
Bang!
Ren was impatient by her, turned around and pushed her against the wall, stretched out his hand to lift her smooth chin, and teased: "Madam, we should be honest with each other, just like you just stood before me without any clothes on.
The calmness in front of you.
In order for us to continue our sincere cooperation, this is a necessary insurance. Rest assured, those precious images are for my personal viewing only."
Hearing his shameless words, Mrs. Ellie was very helpless. She was too passive now. It didn't matter if she did some things in private, but it was another matter to expose them.
She bit her red lips tightly, stared deeply at his face close at hand with her beautiful eyes, shook her head slightly and said, "Are you very proud now?"
This question sounded confusing at first, but Ren understood what she meant and chuckled: "Yes."
"This is not cooperation, you are trying to completely control me, dictate my destiny, and want me to become your maid.
You men are always like this, thinking about taking everything for yourself, endless expansion of desires, money, power, women... are all decorations for you to realize your ambitions." Mrs. Ai Li lowered her eyes and said slowly.
The room suddenly became quiet, the dim lights flickered, and the ticking sound of the wall clock rang.
After a moment of silence, Ren held up her chin with his palm, feeling the faint smell of perfume, and looked at her.
"Madam, you have revealed the dark side in your heart. I do subconsciously want to turn you into my plaything.
The root cause of the poison of power lies in the control of social resources and the feeling of controlling the fate of others.
Madam, you are also this kind of person, and more thorough than me. At least, I can't kill all my spouses just for ambition."
His rich voice echoed in the hall, he let go of Mrs. Ellie, jumped off the balcony, and disappeared into the vast night.
Mrs. Ellie straightened her dress, stared at the bright moonlight outside the window, her eyes flashed, she frowned and thought for a while, then she walked into the bedroom.
Taking out a white envelope from the cabinet, she discarded the original content and wrote a new letter, which was intended to be sent to the Night Clown.
Ren's arrival was too sudden and his methods were very unscrupulous, but no matter what she thought or how many calculations she had, she was now at a disadvantage.
But Mrs. Ellie was not defeated. Even if she really became a vassal, she was confident that she would get the benefits.
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Woof woof─ woof woof─
The moonlight was dancing, the night breeze was blowing, and a few barking dogs occasionally came from the lonely street. Renn, wearing a black windbreaker, put his hands in his pockets and quickly crossed the street.
Huchi─huchi─
Around the corner, the sound of flapping wings suddenly sounded, and a black figure with huge bat wings flew across the street.
Seemingly in a panic, the black shadow flew towards Ren, setting off a small whirlwind, and a burst of blood mist hit his face.
The familiar smell made Ren's eyes flash with blue light, and with a sonorous sound, a long glass-like psychic knife condensed behind him.
He drew out his long knife and looked at the vampire earl who suddenly appeared in front of him. His evening gown was in tatters, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he looked very embarrassed.
'It seems like he is running for his life.'
This thought flashed through Ren's mind, and he wanted to raise his knife and cut the vampire Earl who came to his door into two pieces.
The Vampire Earl flapping his wings on the eaves also noticed Ren at the corner in front, and his aura that was as powerful as the Dark Marquis.
"No!"
The red eyes were full of despair, and the vampire earl let out an unwilling cry. There was a wolf in front of him and a tiger in the back. He was so unlucky.
Originally, he was quite happy hiding in Diramo City. He could often go to the Tooth Festival at night. After all, it was a remote and backward small city with few strong people.
But now, this place is not an ordinary danger. It can be called a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. There are so many masters here that you can encounter several ruthless people even if you walk at night.
"There are cracks in everything, that's where the light gets in."
An ethereal voice came from not far away, echoing like a dream in the dark and lonely streets.
The Vampire Earl's movement of flapping the bat wings in mid-air stopped for a moment, as if his muscles were twitching, and his body was trembling violently.
Click─Click─
Like cracked porcelain, cracks emitting dazzling white light appeared on the surface of the blood Earl's body, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.
Bang!
There was an explosion, and the body of the Vampire Count exploded to pieces, blood splashed everywhere, and waves of spiritual energy spread out, rolling up the blood-stained rags and rags.
At the corner, Ren narrowed his eyes, put down the raised long knife, and stared ahead. A deacon wearing a gray trench coat, a black and white checkered uniform, and a soft hat with a badge came out.
This is a young man who looks like he is in his twenties, has purple temples and green eyes, is handsome, and has the romantic temperament of a poet.
"Hi sir, good evening."
The young deacon smiled slightly, appeared polite, and said hello to Ren first.
Then he gently raised his right hand wearing a white glove, and a piece of blood core flowing with light red light flew to the palm of his hand.
"Good evening." Renn smiled and nodded, replying politely.
The two parties did not know each other, and being on the street late at night was not a social place. The other party seemed to have something to do, so they didn't talk much and they passed each other by.
Renn discovered that the young deacon of the 7th Bureau had two diamond-shaped badges on his shoulders and was holding a white handbag in his left hand. He seemed to be on business in Diramo City.
The blood count must have been so unlucky that he happened to be bumped into while hunting a lone human at night and successfully received a box lunch.
Ren glanced at the blood stains on the ground and shook his head slightly. People's teeth would become clogged if they drank cold water, and the devil was no exception.
The young deacon is very powerful, at least better than Zolo, Marcello, and Norton. Not surprisingly, he should be a [Singer] profession, a fourth-level [Recitation Master].
As a place where storms gather, it can be imagined that the current density of powerful people in Dilamo City is absolutely astonishing.
Not to mention anything else, the Witcher Association alone includes him, Lao Goat, Elena, and the Anderson brothers, not counting Randy Mack who has already led two three-star hunting teams into Orange Town.
And this does not include people from the 7th game, the Church of Light, the Steam Alliance, the Natural School and other forces. It is conceivable that the demons who were originally hidden here are in dire straits.