Bad Blood

She only knew that the girl who died in Li Mujin's hands was extremely beautiful and had a nice name, Ding Ke.

So what can she reveal?

She just wanted to attract Shu Rui's attention with various movements.

The Southern District Golf Course is closed today. The music on the five floors above and below the private golf course is dynamic, and more than a dozen young people in cool clothes are twisting their waists and enjoying themselves. A man and a woman are having sex in the infinity pool on the second floor. It is common for men and women to chat and drink in the leisure area next to them.

Shu Rui was catching up on his sleep on the sofa on the third floor. Fu Zhizhi sat opposite him, blocking the light. He opened his eyes and said impatiently: «Go away.»

"It's just you. Brother Mu would never have such gentle words. The most polite thing is to get out."

Shu Rui ignored it and closed his eyes again.

Suddenly there was a recording–

He yelled, «I asked you if you remember her!»

There was a burst of warm and sick laughter, «Remember, she is very beautiful.»

The tone was ferocious, «What sounds so beautiful!»

Li Mujin didn't drive the car to the club. He got off the car halfway, walked to the door, went to the tool room next to the garage, picked up a shotgun, turned around, loaded the bullet, and aimed at the fuel tank of the supercar. Without any hesitation, there was a bang. –

explode!

The people who were still immersed in the rotten environment suddenly lost their smiles and stared blankly at the blazing flames, not even daring to take another look at Li Mujin, who created this landscape.

They all saw the news, and subsequent reports stated that Li Mujin's father expressed his ignorance and promised to strictly discipline his son and never appear in the public eye again to cause trouble.

"Want to comfort me? Brother Mu looks crazy." Someone said.

No one responded.

After a while, someone said to him: «If you are angry with me, how can we possibly comfort him enough?»

"You didn't notice that his face was stained. It was destined to be a fierce fight this morning, so there was no need to even think about it."

One girl said: «Man, I have to say that he was beaten. The more serious and pitiful the injury, the better it looks.»

"You are so perverted."