"Your Excellency, I ask you to let me have a way out. Even if I tell you our boss's schedule, I will die at that time!" Uncle Ten suddenly lowered his head, burst into tears, begging to the Ghost King mask.

His boss He Changqing is the kind of person he is. His tenth uncle knows best. He Changqing always cleans up his door mercilessly and does it himself.

It would be fine if He Changqing really died. If something goes wrong, the one who is most suspicious will definitely be himself. It is impossible to argue at that time.

"If you don't tell me, you're a dead person, and even if I don't kill you yourself, your boss will not let you go."

The Ghost King Mask suddenly said the above sentence that he didn't understand.

"Why?" Uncle Ten asked.

"Because I have already sent two million US dollars to your bank account. Even if I can't kill He Changqing, your boss will definitely think that you betrayed him and you are still dead." said the Ghost King Mask.

"What?!" Uncle Ten said with a "thump!", his butt left the sofa, stood up, and there were little bits of lines on his chin, staring at the Ghost King's mask and said, "You are so despicable!"

He Changqing is cruel and extremely cruel, and will deal with any unstable factors without hesitation. Even if Uncle Ten is really wronged, He Changqing will not give him a chance to defend himself.

The Ghost King mask shrugged, and the eyeballs in the hole glanced down the stairs to the second floor, saying, "Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your lovely son, right? I still promise to help him make Godzilla? Could you want me to make a paper fold for him and then burn it for him?"

"You?!" Uncle Ten showed a fierce look and pointed at the Ghost King mask and almost fought with him. His son was his taboo. Whoever dared to hurt his son was better off fighting for his life and drained the last drop of blood than allowed his son to suffer a little harm.

The Ghost King mask turned a blind eye, and he created a photo like a magic trick. The eyeballs in the hole stared at the woman in the photo carefully and showed a lustful light: "This is your daughter who was studying in the United States, right? She is already old, and she is really pretty. I didn't expect that you, an old guy, look so slutty, but the daughter she gave birth to is quite pleasing to the eye... Do you want me to change my words and call you father-in-law?"

"Bastard! I'll fight you!" Uncle Ten could no longer bear it and threw himself at his opponent on the sofa. He had already made his promise...

"Puff!" There was a muffled sound.

The Ghost King kicked Uncle Ten with one kick, and stepped on his head with leather shoes and said condescendingly: "My patience is gone, I will be your son now..."

"No! No! No!" Uncle Ten hurriedly hugged his calves, tears and snot flowed down his eyes and nose, begging: "I promise you, I promise you everything, please don't hurt my children, don't hurt them..."

"Let go! I don't believe in you anymore. I want to get rid of your son, daughter, and you, and then go to find your old friend Uncle Jian..." The Ghost King kicked him in the face with a kick, making his mouth and eyes crooked, and his facial features almost rubbed together.

"No! Brother! Big Brother! Boss! Grandpa, if you want to kill me, please don't kill my child. I was wrong, I was really wrong. I said everything you want to know. He Changqing recently planned to go to Yueguo to complete a large amount of US dollars. Tomorrow morning, I will go to the bank to get a large amount of US dollars. If you want to do it, the bank is the best place, and... and..." In order to beg for the life of the child, Uncle Ten said it in one breath in a hurry, talking endlessly, almost all the secrets about He Changqing that he knew in his heart, like beans pouring in bamboo tubes, and could not stop it.

"Well... very good!" The Ghost King nodded his head, very satisfied. He bent down and squatted down to help Uncle Ten up, then dusted him, and took out Uncle Ten's handkerchief to help him wipe his old face clean.

"Is this suitable for being my father-in-law?" Ghost King Mask joked.

"..." Uncle Ten's face turned black and turned into a pig's liver. Who dared to be such a tyrannical killer father-in-law? It's just pushing his daughter into a fire pit?

What if my daughter is unhappy in serving her and kills the whole family in anger?

"Just just kidding, you don't have to take it seriously. Besides, your daughter may not fall in love with me. I don't like to treat women with rough movements. The forced melon is not sweet. Are you right? Haha." The Ghost King said with a smile. After dealing with Uncle Ten, his mood improved a lot. After all, it is very tiring to get involved in the killer.

If you want to disguise yourself as a killer, first of all, you have to determine that you are the killer.

The killer's ruthlessness and contempt for life must be remembered in his heart and remind himself at all times.

"This is He Changqing's itinerary for tomorrow. All of them are printed on this table. I can only help you. If there are more, I, an old man with dizzy eyes, can do nothing." Uncle Ten handed a printed document into the black gloves of the Ghost King's mask, and then said "Oh..." and sighed heavily.

The black glove reached over and patted his shoulder. Its owner said, "Don't be so discouraged. As long as I kill He Changqing smoothly, you will not make any mistakes. Once He Changqing dies, no one can touch you with your position in the group. What should you do then? You, the old ginger, should understand better than me. I only know how to kill people, not how to do it. Okay, let's go."

Just like when I came, it came suddenly and went very suddenly.

Before Uncle Ten could react, the Ghost King mask had disappeared in the hall. If it weren't for the fact that a subordinate who had his head exploded was lying at his feet, Uncle Ten would have doubted whether he had a nightmare just now.

"Huh?! Uncle Ghost King is gone? Why did Brother A Guang sleep on the ground?" The voice of his son came from behind. It turned out that at some point, Zhizai had already walked down the stairs and walked behind the silent father.

"Zhizai..." Uncle Ten couldn't help but shed tears again, picked up his son, his face pressed against his face, and kept rubbing.

"Hehe, it's so itchy. Dad, why are you crying?" Zhizai asked with his little hand touching Uncle Ten's old face, and then suddenly shouted: "Uncle Ghost King, it turns out you didn't leave?"

"ah?!"

Uncle Ten was shocked when he heard his son say this, and quickly followed his son's gaze. He saw that the frightening ghost king mask had returned, and there seemed to be something in his black gloves.

A terrible idea emerged in Uncle Ten's mind...
Chapter completed!