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As soon as he left the door, the subordinates who followed Shelley asked Shelley something in a low voice, and wiped his neck with his hands.
Shelley smiled and glanced at him, his eyes seemed to reflect the cold autumn moon, the subordinate suddenly remembered something, quickly closed his mouth, and backed away.
Only then did Shelley look back, and pointed softly: "Forget what I said before, our Esmond family will fully transfer to the ground within three years, and replace all black businesses with white ones. Yes. Do you think that killing the whole family of the chief of the police station is considered an act of decent people?"
The subordinate was a little embarrassed by his scolding, and he was used to acting like this.
Although it is said that Patriarch Shelley's order reassures everyone, after all, it is a day that everyone in the family dreams of being able to make money without having to live a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife.
However, reactions and habits over the years cannot be changed overnight.
The man coughed in embarrassment, and when he arrived at the parking lot, Shelley looked at the lawyer, and he smiled, "Thank you this time."
"It's okay, this is what should be done."
The lawyer chuckled.
Shelley called the name of one of his subordinates and asked them to drive the lawyer back first.
The lawyer wanted to decline at first, but Shelley said: "It's so late, you came here for me, I will naturally ask someone to take you back, if you refuse, is it because you think the driver is not qualified, and I need to personally Can I take you home?"
How could the lawyer let the patriarch of the dignified Esmond family drive for him, quickly followed behind Shelley's men, and got into one of the cars driven by his men.
But Shelley turned around and got into his own car, which was parked here when he came to the police station today.
Along the way, Shelley looked out of the window quietly. There were shallow tree shadows on the side of the street, printed on the ground, like some lifelike cut-out paintings.
His eyes glanced at the tree shadows on the ground, and he looked at the closed shops around him, absent-minded.
Suddenly, the absent-minded Shelley turned his eyes and shouted, "Stop the car immediately!"
The driver was taken aback, and after seeing the situation on the side of the street clearly, he stepped on the accelerator.
Shelley opened the car door directly, and trotted towards the direction it was driving.
Even Shelley's driver, who gets along with him almost day and night, has never seen Shelley in such a mess.
I saw Shelley running in the night wind, he ran all the way to the door of a shop, the driver followed behind him, watching Shelley stop at the door of a small shop, with an almost obsessive gaze, greedy Looking at a painting hanging in the small shop.
The painting is placed in the window, it is a quiet field, the field is covered with ice and snow, occasionally weeds are exposed, and the red sun rises in the distant sky, dyeing the clean white snow with color.
The style of oil painting is very realistic, if you don't look carefully, it looks like a photo.
?But the scenery is not very realistic. In the sky, you can faintly see the magical horse with wings spreading, stepping on the colorful clouds, neighing and playing.
What a strange painting.
The driver had never seen Shelley showing such an expression. His hands were tightly pressed against the glass of the window, and his eyes glanced over the painting inch by inch.
His expression gradually became joyful, but in the next moment, he was cautious and fragile.
Just when the driver didn't know why and was going to ask for clarification.
Suddenly, I saw Shelley's palm pressed against the window slowly clenched into a fist.
The fist landed on the glass, making the sound of glass shattering.
Even the driver who had been watching from behind did not expect that Shelley would directly smash the glass.
He immediately went to see Shelley's hand that broke the glass. The joints that had been bloody and bloody from beating Anthony so badly now were bleeding directly, and there were still fragments of shattered glass faintly visible on it. embedded in the wound.
But Shelley didn't care. He picked up the broken glass in his hand, reached into the window, and took out the hanging painting.
Originally, the painting was suspended from the ceiling with two thin nylon ropes, forming a suspended effect.
But Shelley didn't have the patience to untie the nylon rope at all, and pulled it hard.
The wall covering on the ceiling was directly cracked by his rough actions. The driver heard the sound of the wall covering falling sparsely, hitting the artwork on the side, and even heard the sound of ceramics shattering.
The driver couldn't bear to look any further, so he turned to look at Shelley.
The man with black hair and green eyes lowered his head, his eyes gently looked at the painting in his hand, and brushed over the lines on the painting inch by inch, the lines were uneven and had a special touch.
The joy in his eyes became more and more obvious.
Even the blood on his hand accidentally dripped on the painting, he raised his hand to wipe it off, but more and more was wiped off, it looked blood red, and gradually merged with the rising red sun.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
The driver asked a little puzzled.
He dared not ask Shelley at all.
?Every time they hold a meeting, they say that the current Esmond family is not the same as before, and all members of the Esmond family must be good law-abiding citizens.
But is smashing people's shops something a good law-abiding citizen should do?
The driver was afraid of offending Shelley, so he dared to complain silently in his heart.
And Shelley smashed the glass on the door with his other good hand after looking at the painting for two minutes.
Another bloody hand.
Shelley reached out and opened the store door from the inside. He walked into the store and turned on the lights first.
After turning on the light, a soft light radiated from the inside of the shop, and the soft light passed through the broken windows and doors, making it look broken.
The driver couldn't predict what Shelley would do next, so he quickly followed Shelley's footsteps.
After turning on the light, Shelley came directly to the back of the small shop and rummaged around the cash register.
"Sir! You don't have any money or something. It's definitely not worthwhile to go to the bureau for this little money!"
The majestic patriarch of the Esmond family actually did petty theft.
Even the driver who had been loyally following him was a little embarrassed to look at him for a while.
Shelley didn't answer him, let alone have any plans to stop.
When he finally withdrew his hand, the driver did not see cash in his hand, only a note with the owner's name and phone number written on it.
Shelley directly called that phone number. It was midnight now, and the person on the other side was supposed to be sleeping. Shelley made five consecutive calls without stopping before being picked up.
"Hello, are you the owner of the Sound of Art store? I accidentally smashed your store, is it convenient for you to come over, I want to talk about the issue of compensation." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel .com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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