"Okay, just take a photo and come over and we'll be done." Marquis Luo didn't want to talk to Baron Mai anymore.

Baron Mai did not dare to reply and looked at Bai En in panic. After all, Da Siyu was still alive and well!

Byrne gave Baron Mai a look, asking him to agree.

Baron Mai glanced at the expressionless Da Siyu and could only follow Byrne's advice and said, "Don't worry, I'll send you the photo right away."

After saying that, Baron Mai hung up the phone, swallowed while holding the phone and looked at Byrne with fear on his face.

Byrne ignored Baron Mai and said to Da Si with a smile, "Then I will feel sorry for you, Your Majesty the Duke."

Da Siyu didn't say anything and agreed to do as Bai En said.

Byrne threw away the cigarette in his hand, picked up Da Siyu and walked to the smashed car on the side. He kicked open the shaky car door and put Da Siyu into the back seat, and then kicked the body inside out of the other door.

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Da Siyu knew what Byrne wanted to do, and immediately messed up his hair and clothes, and wanted to smear the blood of the enemy in the back seat on his body to make it look more realistic, but Byrne stopped him.

Da Siyu raised his head and looked at Bai En who was bending into the car in confusion, not understanding why he stopped him.

"Who knows what the hell is wrong with this blood?"

With a look of disgust on his face, Byrne grabbed his injured arm with his hand, wiped his own blood on Da Siyu's forehead and face, making it look like Da Siyu was hit on the head and bleeding, and then poured his own blood on Da Siyu's head.

Apply it on the royal clothes, and soon a very realistic car accident scene will be created.

If someone who didn't know about it really thought that Da Siyu really died in the car, after all, the car was smashed to pieces, the person in the driver's seat hung out his hand and was dripping with blood, and the bottom of the car was full of blood.

Looking at it, I felt that the people in the car were definitely dead.

"Just turn your head to the side of the car door and expose the bloody side of your face."

"good."

Da Siyu listened to Bai En, glanced at the wound on Bai En's arm worriedly, and tightened his hand on his leg.

"Nothing's wrong, I'll bandage it up as soon as I return to the palace."

Byrne lowered his head and kissed Da Siyu on the cheek, smiling to comfort him.

Da Siyu nodded, but his clenched hand never let go. It hurt him to look at it, not to mention Bai En who was bleeding all the time.

"come here."

Byrne ordered to call Baron Mai.

Baron Mai didn't dare to neglect. He quickly took out his mobile phone and took a picture. After taking the picture, he had to show it to Byrne.

"The photo was so ugly."

Byrne frowned in displeasure.

Baron Mai twitched the corner of his mouth. This is a corpse. How do you want to take a picture?

Of course Byrne knew about it, so he just talked about it and asked Baron Mai to send the photos to Marquis Luo.

When Marquis Luo received the photo, he immediately enlarged it and saw that it was indeed Da Siyu with an excited and ferocious smile on his face. He immediately sent the photo to the king.

The king was sitting on the sofa in his palace waiting for the news. The first time he saw the photo was to confirm whether it was Tatsumi himself.

After confirming, he sneered, "Just like your mother, she is a short-lived ghost who doesn't know how to live or die."

The king even watched Da Siyu's death over and over again. It wasn't until Marquis Luo called that he answered the phone and put the speakerphone on the coffee table to answer the call. While drinking tea leisurely, it was as if the person who died was not his son but an ant.

"Hahaha, Your Majesty, the Duke is also dead, and now only that damn brat is left. Don't worry, I will contact Hansen right now and ask him to kill that brat. Once he dies, the entire royal family will really

It’s yours.”

The king didn't show much expression when he heard Marquis Luo's words, but he was actually happy in his heart.

He put down his teacup and said, "People in the slums are too messy, so please clean up."

"understand."

Marquis Luo hung up the phone with a grin and was about to contact Hansen, but the servant suddenly ran into the study in a panic, banged the door and gasped for air, shouting, "It's not good, Marquis, the police are here, let's talk about it"

, saying that you are planning to murder members of the royal family and want to arrest you.”

Marquis Luo's pupils dilated and he shouted, "Wantless, who said that?"

"That's what we said."

The police quickly entered the study and raised their hands to ask people to arrest Marquis Luo.

"What are you doing? Why do you say that I murdered members of the royal family? Do you have any evidence?"

Marquis Luo yelled and backed away from the bookshelf, but in the next second, two policemen came forward and held him down, pressing his face on the desk and handcuffing him behind his back.

"You are so bold that you dare to detain His Majesty's retainers without evidence. How many of you will lose your head."

Even though they were handcuffed, Marquis Luo even threatened the king. He struggled and roared with red eyes, but no one paid him any attention.

At this time, a policeman came forward wearing gloves, picked up Marquis Luo's mobile phone on the desk, put it into a white evidence bag and sealed it.

Marquis Luo stared in horror. There was a lot of evidence in the phone that had not been deleted.

Another policeman stepped forward, handed the phone to Marquis Luo who was pressed on the desk, and clicked on the speakerphone.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Marquis Luo roared into his cell phone, thinking that his business enemies were plotting against him.

Byrne, who was sitting in the car and rushing to the palace, smiled as he listened to Marquis Luo's incompetent rage, "Then guess who I am."

Marquis Luo looked at the phone in disbelief, his pupils widening frequently, and he could hear the voice even if he turned gray.

"Impossible, impossible, you're already dead, you're already dead." Marquis Luo struggled fiercely and roared into his cell phone.

Byrne sneered, said no more and hung up the phone.

"Please explain it clearly to me, explain it clearly..."

Marquis Luo continued to yell at the phone that had been hung up, but the call had ended long ago.

The policeman put away the phone and said with a stern expression, "Take it away."

"yes."

Two policemen lifted Marquis Luo up and walked out of the study.

Marquis Luo's legs were weak and he was being dragged away. He was still muttering, "It's impossible, it's impossible. He's already dead. He's already dead in Shoujiang. The police have already..."

"police?"

Marquis Luo suddenly shook his body and looked at the policemen in front of him.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Marquis Luo, who was being carried away, raised his head and laughed, each sound getting louder and louder than the last. He must have realized that all this was just a game of Byrne, and they were still complacent in the game.

Here at the King's side, he has been waiting for a call from Marquis Luo, wanting to hear the news of Ye Miao's death.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes and forty minutes, until an hour and a half, Marquis Luo did not respond.

The king frowned, looking unhappy.

"How long does it take to kill a boy?"

The king was impatient to wait, so he picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and was about to call Marquis Luo to question him, but there was a sound of footsteps outside the corridor, very fast, approaching him.

The king frowned and sat on the sofa looking at the door of the room dissatisfied.

With a bang, the door was kicked open, and a group of heavily armed police rushed into the room, their weapons pointed at the king.

The king was instantly furious, "What are you doing? Do you want to rebel?"

"I shouldn't be the one to ask His Majesty this question."

The leader's voice sounded from outside the door, and he appeared at the door of the room soon, looking coldly at the king on the sofa.

The king's heart skipped a beat when he saw the leader. What was he doing here at this time? The news of Da Siyu's death was known to the outside world so quickly?

"I'm afraid it's Your Majesty who wants to rebel!"

Byrne's voice sounded from behind the big leader, and he also appeared in the king's sight.

The king's eyes widened in astonishment, how could he still be alive?

The next second, the king's eyes widened again, and he stared at Da Siyu, who appeared unscathed next to Byrne, with his pupils trembling violently.

"You, how dare you join forces with them to deceive me?"

The king roared at Da Si Yufa and smashed the cup angrily.

Da Siyu looked at the king calmly, as if he were looking at a dead person, which made the king feel cold all over.

"To be deceived means you are stupid. You really think you are the one who can control the overall situation."

Byrne mocked the king and kept Da Siyu behind him, raised his hand into the room, and the maid serving the king immediately entered the room, took out a pen from the pen holder on the coffee table, quickly returned to Byrne, and handed her a respectful hand.

In the hands of Byrne.

The king instantly turned pale. How could he not know what it was? It was obviously a voice recorder. The calls he made to Marquis Luo were all on speakerphone.
To be continued...