Chapter 659 (1/2)

Los Angeles.

Blockhouse division, 3 floors underground.

In the reinforced concrete room, there are only two chairs. A skinny man is trapped in the chair, while the chair opposite him is empty.

Locked in this empty and silent room, Gandhi did not know how long it had been.

He was very thirsty and hungry, and he thought uneasily about what would be next for him.

Gandhi didn't regret what he had done. He really needed the money.

Although he liked Garbo very much and worshipped her as a goddess, the cruel reality made him destroy his muse by himself.

Keng.

The iron door was opened abruptly, and a handsome and strong male face with three-dimensional lines and yellow skin was conspicuous.

Charlie Lee, the American Chinese super rich, is rumored to be Garbo's man and the biological father of her child Lilith.

When he saw him, Gandhi knew that the rumors were true and clearly understood why someone would be willing to hurt a female star with a large sum of money.

”Gandhi Li Zitao came in from the door, and the iron door behind him closed again.

It's no surprise to him that he didn't get a reply. He sat on the opposite side of him indifferently, and Li Zitao loosened his luggage bag.

Bang!

The heavy noise of steel collision made Gandhi's heart tremble.

”You have three children... A woman who loves you. She looks beautiful and has three children.” Li Zitao took out a stack of photos from his suit and said with a smile.

”Oh... Look at this beautiful little princess. She is so beautiful!” Turning the picture to Gandhi, his emotions were immediately aroused.

”What are you going to do? Don't get close to them. I swear if you dare...”

Bang.

A punch hit his mouth, blood avalanched, Li Zitao casually shook the blood bead on his hand, and said with a light smile: ”what, can you say it again?”

”En...” groaning with pain, Gandhi still looked at him with a fierce look: ”I swear I will kill you, if you dare...”

Bang.

”What?” Li Zitao put his bloody hand around his ear to make a listening gesture.

”I...” Gandhi vomited blood and wanted to say something.

Bang.

”I'm sorry, I didn't hear you very well.” Looking at the blood on the back of the hand, the smile on the corner of the mouth became ferocious: ”you know? My favorite is the tough guy, but many people always like to disguise as a tough guy, like an egg, to protect the fragile heart with a hard shell, Gandhi... Are you

There are all kinds of tools, such as hammer, claw and so on.

”Devil... You want to do this, no, no, don't do this to me, no...” Seeing that Li Zitao put the tools on the ground, even the nails were arranged separately, Gandhi was frantically struggling, and his voice was full of crying.

”You can't do this to me. It's immoral. You'll go to hell, devil.” Gandhi yelled wildly, as if someone would come to save him.

Unfortunately, his wish is doomed to fail. No one can come in here, not even the police or the FBI.