Chapter 1763: What does your life or death have to do with me?

But to Flancher's surprise, Devonshire Hook was not as gentle as he seemed.

The moment he pounced, Devonshire Hook was like a real tiger whose territory was invaded, and a terrifying power suddenly burst out from his body.

Then, almost before he could react, the other person's eyes were fixed on him.

At the same time, with lightning speed, a clean and neat kick was kicked out!

boom!
The speed was so fast that before Felanshe could even open his mouth, he felt like he was hit by a speeding car.

Not only did his internal organs seem to be injured, but his entire body was also flying backwards at a rapid speed.

When I finally hit the rear door of the car, my head was still dizzy.

The words that were about to come out turned into a stream of blood gushing out.

"Master Devonshire Hook!"

Flanshe was terrified for a moment. After finally coming to his senses, he quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted to Devonshire Hook, "It's me, Flanshe!"

"Your most loyal...servant!"

"I always ask my subordinates to prepare a red carpet and line up to welcome you. I'm Fei Lanshe from the Meiruotiancheng Medical Beauty Group."

Devonshire Hook, however, seemed to have done something insignificant. After restraining his terrifying aura, he gestured to the two bodyguards who rushed down from the steel behemoth, and then looked down at the seriously injured Flancher, "So it's you."

"He rushed out so suddenly just now that I thought he was an assassin."

"Be more careful next time and don't do anything so exciting, otherwise you might lose your life."

He didn't mention a word about Felanshe's injuries, nor did he show any sign of caring about Felanshe.

After rebuking Felanshe for vomiting blood, he pretended to walk towards his giant steel vehicle.

When Flanshe saw this, he immediately panicked and hurriedly shouted, "Master Devonshire Hook, please help me!" while enduring the pain of his body about to fall apart.

"Just now, because I raised your reception standards without permission, I had a group of beautiful staff line up to welcome you and even set up a red carpet for you. I was fired by my boss!"

“Now, I’m homeless!”

"But I have an 80-year-old mother and two school-age children. I beg you to make the decision for me and show me the way forward!"

Devonshire Hook looked at Fernanshe in surprise, "You should talk to your boss about this, right?"

"I'm not your boss, what's the point of you telling me this?" "Do you want me to help you find your boss?"

Having said that, he smiled slightly, turned around and prepared to leave.

Fei Lanshe naturally heard the cold-bloodedness and indifference in this man's words.

I heard that he completely ignored me and even acted as if it had nothing to do with me.

He didn't care about the shock Devonshire Hook had just given him, and rushed over and hugged his thighs, "Master, I know I shouldn't ask you about this."

"But I'm really desperate now!"

"Please, for all the hard work I've put in for you over the past few years, even at the cost of violating the company's charter, have mercy on me and give me a way out!"

"As long as you are willing to give me a chance to live, I promise that I will be your most loyal vicious dog in the future. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

"Evil dog?" Devonshire Hook seemed to have heard some joke.

He looked up and down at Fei Lanshe's almost fifty-year-old face and his less than 1.5 meters tall body, "You are worthy of calling yourself a vicious dog?"

"Any wild dog I pull out of my zoo is stronger and more powerful than you and can fight ten times as hard."

"You're an old, weak, and disabled person, so you'd better just go and eat garbage!"

As he spoke, he saw that Fei Lanshe was holding his legs and even his pants tightly with both hands, and the blood on his hands had stained his expensive custom-made suit.

A flash of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed Fei Lanshe's hair, "Do you know that my pants are very expensive?"

"I had this custom-made for me by a master designer during Milan Fashion Week."

"It cost me hundreds of thousands of magnesium knives!"

"But you actually made him dirty!"

At this moment, Fernanshe didn't notice at all that he seemed to have taken something out of Devon's trouser pocket.

After being lifted up by Devon's hair, he subconsciously hugged the thing into his arms and wailed shrilly.

"You really deserve to die!" Devonshire Hook seemed to be unaware of anything unusual. He twisted his face and grabbed his hair, shaking it violently!
He tore off a piece of Felanshe's hair and scalp, then turned around and got into the steel behemoth of the car.

After slamming the car door shut, he glanced at his blood-stained pants with a gloomy face, and said directly to the driver and bodyguard, "Let's go back first. I need to take a shower and change clothes!"

(End of this chapter)