Chapter 23.2 (1/2)

The onlookers thought that he would NG as soon as he appeared, but they didn’t expect that he would play a noble young man who had been tortured and was paralyzed by fear. They couldn’t help being dumbfounded. Even Luo Zhang Wei gave a little “eh” and his face was full of wonder.

Realizing that he was acting, Xiao Jia Shu was afraid to move, but the fear in his heart was so strong that he could not get rid of it for a while, and his body was stiff. But this kind of rigid state just coincides with Ling Feng’s situation after being tortured, and so it passed smoothly.

Ling Tao, played by Ji Mian, did not dare to show his concern for his younger brother. After his earlier words, he remained silent. He put a pistol on the tea table and said slowly, “Fang Ming, you know the rules of the road. Do it by yourself.”

As a scapegoat, Fang Ming naturally felt dissatisfied. He took the pistol and aimed it at his temple but turned the gun head and shot Ling Tao at the moment when he pulled the trigger. After pulling the trigger several times, the gunshot did not sound, and Ling Tao was not hurt, because there was no bullet in the magazine. Fang Ming’s expression changed from cruel to unbelievable, then deep fear.

Ji Mian spat half of his cigar in his face. He closed his eyes in avoidance, slid a sharp dagger out of his sleeve and cut Fang Ming’s throat. The expression of fear solidified on Fang Ming’s face. The mechanism hidden in his neck spewed out a lot of blood, splashing all around and on to Xiao Jia Shu’s side.

Ji Mian’s lenses were also stained with a few drops of blood, so he had to take them off and wipe them with a towel. All the hair that had been combed to the back of his head were disorganized and slightly dropped on the sides, which made his elegant face wilder. His real face, hidden by his lenses, was finally revealed at this moment. His face was cold and cruel, and his pupils gave out a fierce light, like a wolf tearing at its prey, without any humanity.

He was not acting at all, but Ling Tao came to from reality to fantasy. He was the biggest drug lord in Southeast Asia. He was ruthless and murderous. But when he put on his glasses and looked at Xiao Jia Shu, all the ferocity disappeared in an instant, which turned into a kind of tenderness and love.

“Xiao Feng, come here.” He reached out his hand and sounded a bit cautious.

Xiao Jia Shu, who was stunned by the whole process, suddenly understood Luo Zhang Wei’s meaning. What do you mean to enter the play, what do you mean regard Ji Mian as your brother? No, it’s not like that. His relationship with Ji Mian was not Xiao Jia Shu and Xiao Ding Bang, nor Xiao Jia Shu and Ling Tao, but Ling Feng and Ling Tao, two blood-related brothers.

“Brother?” He involuntarily called, but his face was full of confusion as if he could not be sure that the ferocious wolf-like man would be his brother. Because of a look in Ji Mian’s eyes, he finally entered the play.

Ji Mian pulled him onto the couch, took out his handkerchief and wiped his face carefully. Several people on the scene were silenced by his cruel behaviour and did not dare speak for a while. Two bodyguards removed the body. Another one came to Ji Mian’s ear and whispered, “Ge-ge, they injected him with Ebola and AIDs.”

Ji Mian’s eyes shook fiercely, the back of his hand holding the handkerchief burst with veins[1], the angle of his jaw tightened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the muscles on his cheek shook. This kind of acting has reached a mindboggling level. Xiao Jia Shu couldn’t help staring at him, but he was held in his arms the next second. A big hand presses on the back of his head, forcing him into a hug and the other hand tightened around his waist so that he couldn’t move at all. Ji Mian looked down and easily finds a pinhole hidden in the back of his brother’s neck. The news confirmed.