Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could penetrate one's soul, carrying with them an irresistible majesty and bloody aura.

When he stares at you, you will feel like you are being stared at by a ferocious beast, and you will feel uncomfortable all over.

With his muscular body, he is obviously a martial artist.

Wang Chen, who was standing behind Song Shiye, just glanced at the man and immediately turned his head away, not daring to look him in the eye.

No matter what, Wang Chen was just an assistant. The monsters he dealt with were all friendly and well-dressed on the surface. Even though this was the second time she saw a man, she couldn't help but tremble.

The dangerous aura emanating from his bones made Wang Chen think of Deadpool in the novel.

The man walked to Song Shiye's side with an extremely respectful attitude, and the sharpness in his eyes weakened.

"Mr. Song." The man called in a low voice.

"Where are the people?" Song Shiye asked indifferently.

"In the basement."

After saying that, Song Shiye walked towards the basement.

Seeing this, Wang Chen, who was a little slow, immediately followed.

The villa was empty and it was Wang Chen's first time here.

Although it does not look much different from other villas in appearance, it exudes a gloomy and cold atmosphere everywhere.

Especially in this season without heating, the feeling of cold is more obvious, making people shiver uncontrollably.

However, the road leading to the basement is brightly lit, and the warm yellow light seems to give people an illusion of warmth.

The man gently pushed the door open, and the door hinges made a slight creaking sound, which made people feel uneasy.

As the door slowly opened, an unpleasant musty smell hit my nose.

The musty smell mixed with the stale air was nauseating.

Wang Chen frowned and tried to cover his nose with his hands to relieve the discomfort.

His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness and he could see some vague outlines and shadows.

The man walked inside and turned on the light.

Suddenly, the dark basement was brightly lit, as bright as day.

A soft sigh immediately came from inside: "Song Shiye, you're here."

Shen Yanqing's voice was very soft, as if it came from far away, but it carried an indescribable creepy smile that made people feel fear and chill.

The voice was like a poisonous snake, quietly drilling into people's hearts and making people feel creepy.

"Hahahaha" followed by a burst of laughter.

Just as Wang Chen shook his head uncomfortably, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Wang Chen really admired Shen Yanqing in his heart. He could still smile even when he was about to die.

A madman like him has a way of thinking that is beyond the comprehension of a normal person.

Song Shiye walked into the room, and the man immediately brought a chair to Song Shiye's side and asked him to sit down.

After sitting down, Song Shiye crossed his hands and placed them on his knees, looking at Shen Yanqing with an extremely indifferent gaze.

Shen Yanqing immediately stood up from the corner, slowly walked to stand opposite Song Shiye, looking condescending.

But his clothes were already stained, his hair was messy, and the bruises on his cheeks and eye sockets were very conspicuous.

Even though his hands and feet were not tied, Shen Yanqing, who had experienced the power of men, knew that he could not escape from here.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Shen Yanqing was defeated and spoke first: "Is Su Ruonan dead?" He looked calm and relaxed, as if he was talking about today's weather.

"If he's not dead, he's probably disabled."

Seeing Song Shiye's eyes become sharper, Shen Yanqing laughed even more happily: "Hahahaha, God really has eyes."

"You don't know, I used all my strength, and now I regret not trying harder."

After saying that, he looked at Song Shiye provocatively, hoping to see an angry expression on his face.

The angrier he gets, the happier he becomes.

Unfortunately, Song Shiye's expression remained indifferent, and looking at him was like looking at a clown.

Shen Yanqing suddenly became furious and rushed forward to provoke him.

After taking just two steps, he fell to the ground like a puddle of stagnant water.

"Zhang Li, stop it!" Song Shiye stopped the man who wanted to continue.

Zhang Li is a friend Song Shiye met while studying abroad.

Zhang Li is an orphan who wanders around and lives a homeless life.

As time went by, in order to survive, he had to learn various skills to protect himself.

Once, he was besieged and beaten to death because he offended the local gang.

Just when his life was hanging by a thread, Song Shiye came to the rescue and pulled him back from the brink of death.

Afterwards, Song Shiye not only helped heal his injuries, but also provided him with a stable job, so that this wandering and homeless man finally had a warm harbor.

A few years later, Song Shiye decided to return to China for development, and Zhang Li chose to follow him back without hesitation.

So many years have passed, and Zhang Li has been hiding behind the scenes, never appearing in front of the world.

The outside world only knows that Song Shiye has a very capable assistant named Wang Chen, but no one knows that he actually has another important assistant who can protect his life safety - Zhang Li.

Hearing this, Zhang Li reluctantly loosened his fist and stood beside Song Shiye, but his eyes were always fixed on Shen Yanqing.

Song Shiye stood up slowly, and with every step he took, his leather shoes made a crisp and rhythmic sound on the floor.

The sound was like a death warrant, echoing in the silent room.

He walked towards Shen Yanqing step by step, each step carrying a heavy pressure.

Shen Yanqing felt as if his body was being crushed to the point where he couldn't move, and even breathing became difficult.

Finally, he walked to Shen Yanqing's side and stopped.

He stood in front of Shen Yanqing, looking down at him condescendingly, his eyes full of indifference and disdain.

Shen Yanqing lay on the ground, his body trembling slightly with fear.

He tried hard to raise his head, but found that he had no strength to do so.

He could only stare at the man in front of him with wide eyes in horror.

Song Shiye's voice was low and cold, as if it came from hell: "Don't worry, I won't let you die."

"Although I don't mind doing it to you, my wife doesn't like it because your blood is dirty."

When Shen Yanqing heard this, his fear deepened and his face turned pale.

"I took the time to come here just to see you in person."

"I am very satisfied." Song Shiye spoke slowly, enunciating each word.

After saying that, Song Shiye walked away. Finally, he instructed Zhang Li: "Remember, don't beat him to death."

Soon, waves of painful wails and curses were heard from behind.

"Song Shiye, I curse you and Su Ruonan to hell."