Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

An Ting rubbed his aching head and slowly sat up from the bed. He looked around and found that this was a completely unfamiliar place.

He tried to remember what happened before he fell into coma. He remembered that he was in the apartment when someone rang the doorbell, so he went to open the door with milk. Then he saw Fu Lu standing outside the door, and then fell into coma.

An Ting got out of bed and walked to the bedroom door. He tried to twist the door handle, but found that the door would not open at all.

An Ting frowned, suspecting that the door was opened by Fu Lu. He immediately slammed the door and shouted outside: "Fu Lu! Fu Lu! What on earth do you want to do?! Let me out quickly! Otherwise, Fu Jin will not let you go!"

When An Ting saw no one responded, he banged the door again and yelled: "Fu Lu! Fu Lu! I know you are outside, open the door for me immediately!"

The next second, when An Ting's palm was about to fall on the back of the door, the door was opened from the outside.

An Ting looked at the face that was exactly the same as Fu Jin's. He didn't understand why people with the same appearance had different hearts.

One has a good heart and the other has a black heart.

An Ting glared at Fu Lu angrily and sarcastically said: "You really wasted such a good-looking face. Fu Jin has a brother like you. He is really unlucky. It's strange. How can it be the same?" Face, why do you look so disgusting?"

An Ting's words seemed to anger Fu Lu, and Fu Lu immediately pinched An Ting's jaw with his right hand.

An Ting's skin was fair, and when Fu Lu pinched his chin like this, five red finger marks instantly appeared on his face, which looked very abrupt on his fair face.

An Ting grabbed Fu Lu's hand and tried to shake him off, but he was an omega now, and omegas had always been inferior to betas and alphas in terms of physical strength.

Fu Lu pinched his mandible and slowly lifted him up.

"put……"

Fu Lu was worried that An Ting would really be hanged, so he immediately threw An Ting on the carpet.

"An Ting, the smell of tequila on your body stinks to death. Let me clean it for you."

An Ting frowned, looking very puzzled, and asked in surprise: "What do you want to do?"

“Nothing to do, literally.”

"Aren't you afraid that Fu Jin will deal with you?!"

Fu Lu put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked up to An Ting. He looked down at An Ting and taunted him: "Do you think Fu Jin can come in time to rescue you? Do you know where you are now? Oh, wait for him to come. , everything is too late."

After Fu Lu finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and then An Ting saw several men in white coats walking in.

The men in white coats stepped forward and lifted An Ting up. No matter how much An Ting struggled, they would not let go. The most important thing was that they also gave An Ting an injection of anesthetic. An Ting soon felt the pain in his body. Unable to move, except that he was still conscious.

"An Ting, the permanent mark will be cleaned up soon. You don't have to worry too much. It's not painful."

Then, An Ting felt himself being placed on the operating table, and there was a bright white light in front of his eyes, which was very dazzling.

When the doctor began to clean the permanent mark, An Ting exhaled in pain. Although he had been anesthetized, the permanent mark was difficult to clean. He was already close to collapse at the beginning.

"Fu Lu! I'm going to kill you!" An Ting clenched his fists and struggled to shout.

The two doctors held down An Ting's arms and said, "The effect of the anesthetic wears off so quickly? Forget it, let's continue."

"Fu Lu! I'm going to kill you!"

Fu Lu stood aside expressionlessly, with his hands folded in front of his chest. He looked at An Ting indifferently without saying a word.

He saw An Ting's pain in his eyes and heard An Ting's angry roar in his ears, but he didn't care at all. He only wanted a clean An Ting to belong to him.

"Fu Lu! You'd better not let me escape! Otherwise I will pay you back a thousand times! Ten thousand times!"

An Ting's eyes were filled with angry bloodshot eyes. He held his hands so tightly that his nails dug directly into his palms. His hands were covered with blood, but he felt no pain at all.

"Second Young Master, Mr. Fu is here." Fu Lu's men hurriedly slammed the door and came in. He looked panicked and asked hurriedly: "Second Young Master, what should we do?"