[BL, MTL] The Paranoid Villains in the Suspense Novel All Want to Monopolize Me

Chapter 92: Jack the Ripper (16)

　　Crossroads in Area A.

　　For the first time, I felt the threat of death, which made "President" Fang Jiping slightly startled.

　　Du Lin's eyes looked a little surprised.

　　In his heart, the popular little star is just a timid vase with a beautiful appearance, but can't protect himself.

　　Now he took out a sharp blade and almost cut open the blood vessels of his Adam's apple.

　　Like a beauty brandishing swords, guns and silver arrows under the moon.

　　Under the coercion of life and death, the chaotic and sticky desires were slightly suppressed.

　　"How did you know?"

　　Fang Jiping asked, narrowing his eyes.

　　He chuckled lightly and slowly pressed against the cold wall behind him.

　　The posture is still very casual.

　　The black trench coat hangs to the ground.

　　The expensive fabrics were slightly wrinkled.

　　Bloody Mary Club...is the most proud masterpiece of his life.

　　Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for such a little star with no background to dig into this level.

　　There is a traitor among them.

　　Did the old man tell him...or was it the painter Zhou Sinian?

　　Dulin didn't answer him.

　　The popular little star casually threw the headset in his ear to the ground, making a soft sound.

　　It was like throwing away a piece of trash that disgusted him so much.

　　The thick eyebrows and eyes seemed to be filled with fire burning in the mountains.

　　"Stop pretending."

　　Du Lin said coldly.

　　"You still act calm and strategizing, and everything is under your control."

　　"There's no way to scare me."

　　The blade slowly tore at the Adam's apple.

　　There was a trace of blood on that piece of skin.

　　It seemed as if his life would be taken away in the next second.

　　The little star's voice is intimate, like the whisper of a lover.

　　"Mr. Fang Jiping, you still really like me."

　　"I know about the shameful punishment game tonight, you took back all the contact permissions--"

　　"Teach me with your own hands."

　　He stretched out his slender, pale fingers and inserted them into the man's black hair, which had been sprayed with good cologne.

　　Give him a gentle squeeze behind his right ear.

　　There was a click.

　　That was the sound of the headset breaking.

　　"When I arrived at the intersection in Area A...you were the one who kept giving me orders."

　　The slender fingers were dancing on the man's neck.

　　"In order to have a deeper and more intimate contact with me tonight, and in order to not be disturbed by others in your game, you specifically asked others not to approach this area."