"Second Young Master, Madam has gone upstairs, hide the photos quickly..."
Uncle Zhou looked panicked and urged Ji Sihan.
He took his time and caressed the photo.
She is dead and there is nothing to worry about anymore.
Since they won't let him die, then he will live well.
Let them know what will happen if they save a demon?!
The sound of the wheelchair rolling on the ground came slowly from the direction of the corridor outside the door.
Every time he was crushed, Uncle Zhou was frightened and he didn't even dare to express his anger.
The originally dark room was suddenly lit up into daylight before the group of people entered.
A woman in a wheelchair was pushed in by a tall and burly man.
Following closely behind was a group of professional bodyguards who were former special forces soldiers.
After they came in, Ji Sihan didn't even turn his head, and kept staring at the person in the photo with his bloodshot eyes.
The woman in the wheelchair saw that he knew she was coming but still had no reaction, and her face suddenly darkened.
"Bring me what he has in his hand."
After hearing her order, Ji Sihan snorted.
After putting the photo into the safe on the first floor, he quickly took out a gun from the second floor.
When the man came up behind him, he pulled the bolt, turned on the safety, turned around, raised the gun, and pointed it directly at the man's forehead.
The man was startled by his move, but he still remained calm and said: "Si Han, I'm your uncle. It's not good to point a gun at me, right?"
"uncle?"
Ji Sihan raised the corners of his lips and smiled sarcastically: "Will uncle push a five-year-old nephew into the swimming pool and let him drown alive?"
The man didn't seem to expect that he could still remember something so long ago. After his expression changed, he defended: "I want to teach you how to swim."
The smile on Ji Sihan's lips became more and more sarcastic. He stopped answering the man's words and directly pulled the trigger——
The moment the bullet was about to be fired, the woman in the wheelchair ordered someone to throw a woman covered in blood in front of him.
The moment Ji Sihan and the dying woman lying on the ground looked at each other, their eyelashes trembled slightly.
He raised his eyes as cold as snow and looked at the woman sitting in the wheelchair, her back to the light, hidden in the darkness.
He didn't say anything, just stared at her coldly, while the man in the wheelchair raised his chin at him.
"Let your uncle go, or let your people bury him with you, choose one."
A hoarse and unpleasant female voice sounded in the room, with a bone-chilling chill.
The woman lying on the ground couldn't help but shudder when she heard the voice, but she looked at Ji Sihan fearlessly.
"Mr. Ji, leave me alone and do what you have always wanted to do..."
The corner of Alan's mouth that was hit by the belt was already split, and the pain was heartbreaking, but it was not enough to defeat her.
"What a good dog..."
The woman in the wheelchair was playing with the belt in her hand and looking at Alan with a mocking smile.
"What kind of enchanting soup did he pour into you to make you so loyal that you even dare to do such things as pretending to be his woman?"
"Don't you know that everyone he has cared about since childhood will be destroyed by me..."
When she said the last sentence, her tone was very brisk, as if she was playing a game of making people applaud.
This is the most ghastly and terrifying woman Alan has ever seen in the world. She has no motherly tenderness at all, but only cruelty.
Mr. Ji just saw that her childhood friend was having a difficult life and ordered people to take care of her several times, then she sent someone to torture Qian Qian to death.
By the time they found out, he was already dying, just like Miss Shu, lying in the bathroom with blood all over her body...
The only difference is that before Qian Qian died, she had been defiled, her clothes were messy, and she didn't have a good skin on her body...