The shadow's head shook a little, his straight back became bent and his voice became slightly hoarse.
He put on an air of being frightened and stammered, "You…who are you? I don't know you."
Kerry approached step by step. His eyes fixed on the shadow and said coldly, "Gavin, stop pretending,
do you think you can fool me with a little trick?"
The shadow kept his head down, his eyes were invisible, full of fear though. Then he retorted, "You
recognized the wrong person. I am not the one you mentioned."
"Really?" Kerry stopped more than a meter away from the shadow. "If you're not Gavin, what are you
doing outside Ye's villa in the middle of the night? Enjoy the scenery? "
"I…I'm just a tramp. I sleep wherever I go. I happened to walk by Ye's house today and I'm too lazy to
move anymore. I didn't expect to..."
"Well, what a great make-up story. Unfortunately, I don’t believe a single word of it. Let me see your
face. " Kerry's voice was harsh and ruthless.
The shadow stepped back a few, seemingly very timid, and shook his head constantly, "No, you'd
better not watch it. My face has been injured and I don’t want people to see it."
"Of course you don't want people to see it. You're afraid I'll recognize you," Kerry said sarcastically.
The shadow, with head still lowering down, said hoarsely, "We don't know each other at all. How can I
be afraid that you will recognize me?"
"Well, look up, let me see you then."
As the words fell, eight or nine beams of light shed on the shadow, lighting him up brightly.
Although the shadow bent his back, it could be seen that he was very tall, about 1.8 meters or above.
His clothes were very ordinary, but clean, without any stains.
Kerry checked him up and down, and the speculation in his heart was certain.
"Look up." Kerry said in a shrill voice.
The shadow hesitated for a moment, and slowly raised his head. Then, the beams of light followed his
face. Kerry and almost everyone's heart gushed out a feeling of nausea.
As the shadow said, his face had been injured, and it was quite a serious injury. This face could hardly
be called a face. It was like that it had been bitten and gnawed by something, leaving a hole. The whole
facial skin was wrinkled together, which squeezed the facial features out of shape.
The pair of eyes were not as deep and insidious as imagined, but too turbid to see what was inside.
"You’ve seen my face. Excuse me, do we know each other?" The man asked gloomily, with his horrible
face, making people uncontrollably have chills.
Kerry calmed himself and questioned, "Since you said you are a tramp, how can there be a tramp
dressed in such clean and tidy clothes?"
"Ridiculous," the shadow sneered. "Who says tramps have to be dressed dirty?"
"What about your luggage? Where do you sleep on such a cold day?” Kerry kept questioning.
There was no expression on the man’s face, or maybe there was, but Kerry and others couldn’t see it.
The man said sarcastically, "Since I’m a tramp, naturally, l sleep where I go, why do I need luggage?"
"That sounds so," said Kerry, walking around the man and his eyes keeping scanning him. A few
seconds later, Kerry laughed, "But I’ve always been preferring to kill wrong than to let go. Since you
bumped into me today, don't blame me for being cruel but blame your own bad luck. Guys, break his
leg, tie him up and bury him."
Before the bodyguards answered, the man said angrily, "Do you know there are laws? How dare you
kill people off streets?"
Kerry gave a “not care” smile, "If you have family, friends or social status, maybe I don't dare, but you
are a tramp. If you are gone, you are gone, nobody cares. No one will notice the disappearance of a
tramp."
"You..." The man was infuriated, "What the hell did I do to offend you that you have to let me die?"
Kicking the pebbles under the feet, Kerry said lightly, "As I just said, you're out of luck. What are you
guys waiting for? Do it now."
Then, several bodyguards came up and pressed the man down on the ground. There were no traces of
opportunity for the man to resist.
Fists and feet hit on him like heavy hammers one after another. The man yelled at the top of his voice,
"Help, help!" This was the villa area, and it was midnight, so no one passed by. No one would hear him
even if he broke his throat by yelling.
The other despair to the man was that his yelling attracted another group of people. The attracted was
not others but Tianye Mu.
"Who is this man?" Tianye looked at the man rolling on the ground and asked Kerry.
"Just found here. I think he’s very suspicious." Kerry glanced at the man who had been beaten and
bleeding, showing no trace of warmth in eyes, and he went on, "We didn't find anyone else. He just
came out of the woods and ran into me."
Tianye looked down at the man’s face carefully. Startled, he asked in a low voice, "Is this the bastard?"
Kerry shrugged and deliberately said, "Not sure."
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