Mr. Azashes and Clary looked at each other, wanting to speak, but they didn't dare to say a word - Miss Youye's aura is too strong!

It wasn't until Miss Youye disappeared in the corridor that Mr. Assachs breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, touched his forehead, and looked at Bertrand innocently, "Then... Bertrand

Sir, where are we now?”

"Just wait." Bertrand shrugged, "According to Miss Youye's... well, her temperament, this guy with sunglasses will have to stand at least until morning - maybe until my uncle wakes up, I hope he

It won’t collapse.”

Clary couldn't help but blinked and asked curiously: "Mr. Bertrand, you seem to know Miss Youye very well... Didn't you just meet in [Donremi] Village?"

"Don't ask if you don't understand anything." Bertrand smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "Now, who will help me tie up these guys?"

"I'll do it!" Mr. Asaches pinched his sleeves and stood up without saying a word, "I'm so happy!"

…

…

"Boss, please drink some hot tea."

At this moment, Clary brought a cup of brewed black tea, a small saucer of sugar, and some milk, and came to Mr. Asacia's narration.

In the rest area, except for the man in sunglasses who was standing still, three other men had been tied up and piled randomly on the ground... As for Bertrand, he was trying to find out from these people.

thing.

Especially firearms.

Mr. Azashes was afraid and hid at the counter in the lobby, silently peeping... He was actually in shock and was recovering from his thoughts at the moment.

"Oh...ok." Mr. Asaches nodded subconsciously, and then said: "By the way, what time is it now?"

"Three o'clock in the morning...well, almost four o'clock."

"Is it already this time?" Mr. Azashes shook his head. After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone and opened the address book. He called for a long time, but no one seemed to answer.

He frowned and immediately made another call, but still no one answered.

Mr. Assassis couldn't help but shook his head, but seeing that Clary was hesitant to speak, he asked: "Do you have anything to say?"

"Boss, actually..." Clary opened her mouth, then shook her head: "Boss, what on earth are these people..."

"Obviously, I'm involved in trouble." Mr. Assassis said with a wry smile: "I don't know why, but ever since the curse incident happened in the mansion, I feel that I have been very unlucky."

Clary suddenly smiled and said: "It must be the boss who always pretends to be a saint, so you are punished by God."

Mr. Azashes then knocked the little maid on the head and said, "Don't say such nonsense."

Clary stuck out her tongue... Tomorrow, she would tell the principal of the campus to refuse the invitation. She didn't want to cause trouble to Mr. Assassies at this time.

But there is one thing that I still have to tell him.

"Boss, I..." Clary took a deep breath, and then whispered: "I seem to be able to pray, and my destiny system can be opened."

"What?" Mr. Assassis couldn't help being slightly surprised, "Really...really?"

"Look." Clary made a gesture of opening something with her hands.

But he saw Mr. Asaches shaking his head and saying: "You know, I can't see anything... However, it is a good thing that your destiny system can be restored. You can wait here for me."

With that said, Mr. Asaches turned around and went upstairs.

Clary could only nodded obediently.

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…

After returning to the room, Mr. Asaches first leaned against the door and breathed out slowly. Soon, he walked to the window and slowly knelt down in the position specially set up for prayer.

.

After closing his eyes and praying for a while, he slowly opened his belt and took off his pants.

His thigh was wrapped with more than a dozen bandages... The bandage was stained with blood, and Mr. Asaches untied the bandage expressionlessly.

Under the bandage, wrapped around his thigh, was a metal tie with barbs... At this time, Mr. Azashes grabbed the tie with both hands, gritted his teeth, and tightened the tie again.

A little more.

His brows instantly wrinkled, as if he was enduring great pain.

Panting... After half a minute of panting, Mr. Asaches's face gradually returned to calm. He wrapped a bandage on his thigh again, and then put on his clothes.

When he went out, Mr. Azashes already had a notebook in his hand.

The notes were taken out from under the floor under his bed.
Chapter completed!