My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1061: Don’t Drink
"What are you doing here? Get down!" The man who came out with the security guard had a sharp and piercing gaze, and wore a gun at his waist. Although he tried to mask his murderous aura, Feiyu, who had seen real killing before, knew.
This man was definitely a top-tier assassin.
His heart sank. Gu Yan was indeed very cautious, personally sending someone to guard the mountain gate. Luckily, his own disguise was sharp enough, with a beard ashen and himself covered in dirt, sharp to the point where no one could recognize him.
"I’ve been through over a dozen manure pits today, reeking to high heaven. Are you sure you want us to get down?" Feiyu stuck his head out of the window.
The security guard and the man saw the yellowish-green stuff clinging to Feiyu’s helmet and both showed disgusted expressions.
"What’s that?"
Feiyu wiped at the stuff with a grin and even motioned to offer them a closer look.
"Shit, what else could it be? Want to take a whiff?" This was actually the banana puree and mustard mix the young girl had concocted for him.
The security guard and the assassin both turned pale, their expressions even more disgusted.
"Could you guys make an exception? There’s a resident here, they just had a sewage blowout, called us in urgently. They say it’s pretty severe, the shit was spraying out like water. I reckon if we delay further, by tonight the entire villa area will be wafted with the soul-destroying stench of shit. You don’t want to be immersed in that kind of smell, right?"
Feiyu exaggerated wildly. Hearing this, the two men’s faces went even paler, and they immediately waved their hands in annoyance, "Stop talking rubbish and just go already!"
It never even crossed their minds to search the vehicle.
Feiyu pulled his head back in, his mouth curving into a smug arc. The tricks those two cunning rascals came up with were really not bad. He stepped on the gas and swaggered into the compound, blending in with a truck full of people.
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On the other side, Gu Yan’s face was gloomy, caught up in a fierce rivalry with Third Young Master Jun, nearly exploding with irritation. He had never hated anyone so greatly before, his thorough understanding of himself had completely crushed his own heart.
At that moment, he had only one intense thought, to hurt that man so he could no longer hurt him.
"Mr. Gu, should we bring it in now?" Suddenly, the bodyguard’s voice came through the earpiece. The bodyguard had been downstairs for quite a while, waiting for Gu Yan’s orders, and eventually couldn’t help asking proactively.
Gu Yan snapped back to reality, his confused eyes suddenly clearing up, his face ashen.
He had been played. He had let Third Young Master Jun delay him for half an hour, and had been provoked to the verge of losing his sanity, forgetting about the important matters at hand.
His eyes turned colder. Very clever, Third Young Master Jun, very adept at pulling the strings of one’s heart. But what of that? He would make him pay for the harsh words just now!
"Go in," Gu Yan said coldly, watching Third Young Master Jun on the screen. "I know you want to delay, but do you think you can change anything? Nothing but a dying struggle."
Third Young Master Jun heaved a quiet sigh. He had wanted to drag it out for an hour, rambling on and aggressively provoking him, so that Ilid and Feiyu would have enough time to act.
It seems it’s still not enough!
The screen quickly switched, now showing Ye Lu. Third Young Master Jun’s heart clenched, cold light flashing in his eyes.
He saw a bodyguard open the door to the basement, holding a tray with a glass of milk on it. He walked down the stairs and approached Ye Lu, who was reading and looked up in surprise at the noise.
"Young Master Gu had me bring you a glass of milk, it helps with sleep," said the bodyguard expressionlessly, taking steps closer to Ye Lu.
Third Young Master Jun felt even more tense, desperately shouting in his mind ’don’t drink it’.
