Chapter 1763： 【1763】What does your life have to do with me?

But to Ferrancher's surprise, Devon Hook was not as gentle and refined as he looked.

The moment he rushed over, Devonshire Hook seemed to be a tiger that had been invaded into its territory, and a frightening power suddenly erupted from his body.

Immediately, almost before he could react, the other party's eyes locked on him.

At the same time, at a lightning speed, a crisp straight kick came out!

boom!

The speed was so fast that Ferranche felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed car before he even had time to speak.

Not to mention that the internal organs seemed to have been injured by the shock, the whole person also retreated quickly.

When he finally hit the rear door, his brain was still dizzy.

The words that were supposed to be exported turned into gushes of blood.

"Master Devonshire Hook!"

Francher panicked for a while, and after finally regaining consciousness, he quickly wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted at Devonshire Hook, "It's me, Francher!"

"Your most loyal...servant!"

"Before, I always asked my subordinates to specially prepare the red carpet and line up to welcome you, Fei Ranshe from the Beauty Group."

However, Devonshire Hook seemed to have done a trivial thing. After restraining the terrifying aura on his body, he gestured at the two bodyguards rushing down from the giant steel beast, which was condescending. Looking at the seriously injured Ferranche, "So it's you."

"I thought it was some kind of assassin when I rushed out so suddenly."

"Be careful next time, don't do such exciting things again, or you might die."

He didn't mention the injury on Fei Lanshe's body at all, and he didn't mean to care about Fei Lanshe in the slightest.

After blaming Ferranche for vomiting blood, he made a gesture to walk towards the steel monster-like car.

Seeing this posture, Ferranshe immediately panicked, and hurriedly endured the pain that his body was about to collapse and shouted, "Master Devonshire Hook, please make the decision for me!"

"Just because I arbitrarily raised your reception standards, specially arranged a group of beautiful staff to welcome you, and specially arranged the red carpet for you, I was dismissed by the boss!"

"Now, I'm homeless!"

"But I have an eighty-year-old mother and two children who are still in school. I beg you to make the decision for me and show me the way!"

Devon Hook looked at Ferranshe with a surprised expression, "Should you tell your boss about this kind of thing?"

"I'm not your boss, what's the use of telling me this."

"Do you want me to help you find your boss?"

Said, smiled slightly, turned his head and prepared to leave.

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

Hearing that he didn't pay attention to what he meant at all, he even acted as if it had nothing to do with him.

Immediately, he couldn't care less about the shock that Devonshire Hook had brought him just now, he rushed over and hugged his thigh, "Master, I know I shouldn't ask you for this matter."

"But I'm really desperate now!"

"I beg you to see that I have worked so hard for you these past few years, even at the expense of violating the company's articles of association, have pity on me and give me a way out!"

"As long as you are willing to give me a way to survive, I guarantee that I will be the most loyal vicious dog under your hands in the future. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

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

Looking up and down, Ferranshe's old face, which was almost fifty years old, and his height of less than 1.5 meters, "Are you worthy of calling yourself a vicious dog?"

"A wild dog randomly pulled out from my zoo will be ten times stronger and stronger than you."

"You are old, weak, sick and disabled, you'd better get out and eat garbage!"

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

A flash of hostility suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed Francher's hair, "Did you know that my pants are very expensive!"

"This is what I specially asked a master designer to customize for me at Milan Fashion Week."

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

"But you, you actually dirty him!"

Francher didn't notice at all at the moment, he seemed to have brought something out of Devonshire's trousers pocket.

After being pulled by Devon County's hair and picked up, he subconsciously hugged the thing into his arms and howled sharply.

"Damn you!" Devonshire Hook didn't notice anything unusual, twisted his face and grabbed his hair, and slammed it!

Forcibly tearing off a piece of Ferranche's hair and scalp, he turned his head and got into the steel monster-like car.

After closing the car door suddenly, he glanced at the blood-stained pants with a disgruntled expression, and said directly to the driver and bodyguard, "Let's go back first, I have to take a shower and change clothes!"