Chapter 624
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"If I were you, I would leave a little bit of the antidote so that I won't make any more mistakes." Dean looked at him and said indifferently.
Richelieu sobered up a little when he heard Dean's words, but the comfortable feeling of inhaling the antidote made him reluctant to stop. He inhaled again and gently exhaled. At this moment, he was proficient in expelling the excess smoke. He didn't choke to tears anymore. After exhaling, his whole body was so comfortable that he couldn't help but want to take another sip. He pinched the burning paper with his fingers, but there was still a faint smoke floating out.
Looking at the smoke drifting away, he had a feeling of pity. He spat a few mouthfuls of saliva on it to completely extinguish the fire. Then he put it back into his robe pocket as if nothing had happened.
Dean saw his little action and felt pity, but he didn't show it. He said: "It's getting late. You should rest first. I'll send someone to call you at seven o 'clock. You can sleep in my study room."
Richelieu nodded: "I know."
Dean immediately got up and left with Aisha.
Richelieu was relieved after Dean left. He felt that he was a bit sad. His life was in the hands of others. He had no choice but to live in fear. He had lived a glorious life for most of his life, but he didn't expect that he would end up like this in his later years.
He sighed and turned to sit on the chair that Dean had previously sat on. He looked up and scanned the study room. He didn't see anything strange. Dean let him sleep here because there was nothing valuable in the room, or it was hiding his secrets.
He slowly retracted his gaze and was ready to lie down on the bed. Although he didn't plan to sleep, he still had to pretend that he had slept so as not to arouse Dean's suspicion. He was just about to get up when his toes touched something. He looked down and saw that it was a small metal bottle. It was exactly the same as the one that Dean had given him before.
He was startled for a moment, and his eyes lit up. He was about to pick it up when he suddenly thought of something. He looked up at the door and heard Dean's footsteps going downstairs. He was relieved and immediately bent down to pick up the small metal bottle. He opened it and saw that the antidote was exactly the same as before.
"Is it a test? Or did you accidentally drop it? " His heart was anxious, but he quickly thought of something. "I'll keep it first. If he's testing me and asked me, then I'll give it to him. If he doesn't, then it means that he really dropped it."
Thinking of this, he immediately put the small metal bottle into his robe, then turned to the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down. He leaned against the bed and fell into deep thought.
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Dudian came to the hall and said to Nicholas: "Tell Sergei to bring the two women."
Nicholas nodded and immediately went upstairs. A moment later, Sarah, Sarah and Sergei came downstairs together. The two women's hands were tied. Their hair was messy. Their clothes were torn, revealing their white bodies. There were many red marks on their shoulders. There were still tears on their faces. But at this moment, there was only hatred and resentment on their faces. They stared at Dean.
"You hate me, but you can't kill me. Are you very angry?" Dudian looked at the two women.
Sarah screamed and raised her hand to attack Dudian. However, Sergei held her down and slapped her face. She fell to the ground. Her messy hair covered her cheeks.
"Since when did you not know how to show mercy to the fairer sex?" Dudian looked at Sergei.
Sergei replied: "Master, didn't you tell me not to be polite to them? I'm not like this to other girls. I love women very much."
Dudian handed him two syringes. There was a light green liquid inside: "Give them the antidote."
Sergei curiously looked at the two syringes. He wanted to ask, but he saw Dudian's cold face. He held back his questions and took the syringes in front of the two women.
"Dudian, you bastard!" Sarah screamed in anger: "I won't let you go even if I die! If you are a man then kill me!"
Sergei pinched her throat and kicked Lisa's chest. Lisa was sent flying to the side. Sergei looked at Dudian: "Is it alright to fight our way in?" Sarah was like a chicken. Sergei looked at Dudian: "Is it alright?"
Dudian rolled his eyes: "Of course it will be in the blood vessels."
Sergei let out an "Oh" sound and showed a malicious smile to Sarah. He stretched out his tongue and licked her shoulder. After seeing the blood vessels, he immediately inserted the syringe and slowly injected the light green liquid into her body.
After the injection, he threw Sarah to the side and injected Lisa who was trying to struggle with the injection.
Dudian didn't inject the chemical addictive drugs that he had developed using the decomposition equipment for the two women. Through Richelieu's reaction, he found that the chemical addictive drugs were not as effective as the mulberry leaf.
"Give them a tube of this every day." Dudian threw two small metal bottles to Sergei: "There are a lot of them in the basement. Go and get them yourself." Dudian explained how to use the bottles.
Sergei couldn't help but be curious: "Master, what is this?"
Dudian frowned as he saw Sergei's curious look: "Let's call this thing 'cigarette'. I want to remind you that it is best not to touch it." Even though this familiar name was used, this thing was completely different from the olden era's cigarettes.
"Cigarette?" Sergei looked at the small bottle in his hand. He was curious. But he knew that the thing that Dudian gave to the two women was definitely not a good thing.
Dudian didn't say anything but waved: "You can leave."
The few of them nodded and left.
Dudian and Nicholas were the only ones left in the empty hall. Dudian said: "You should also rest."
Nicholas smiled: "Master, I'm a butler. How can I rest when you haven't rested?"
Dudian waved his hand: "Let me be alone."
Seeing the weariness on his face, Nicholas's eyes flashed, nodding, "I know." Finished speaking, he bowed his head and turned to leave.
Dean rubbed his temples after he left. He raised his hand and pulled Aisha to sit next to him. He held her cold hands. He felt a trace of warmth in his heart: "Wait for me. I'll be able to avenge us soon."
Aisha was indifferent and didn't speak.
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