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Because of the particularity of the lunatic asylum, the dean needs to stay in the hospital all year round, and only occasionally has vacation time.

Therefore, the dean's room has a complete living room and related supporting facilities, and it is quite luxurious.

Today's riots during the day resulted in the death of a large number of prisoners, which made Dean Kuisi Sharp feel a little upset, so he went to bed early.

At the same time, it is also to cultivate enough energy to deal with the shareholders' responsibilities tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, someone would knock on his door in the middle of the night.

But Sharp was not too angry, as a courtyard of a lunatic asylum, he had long been accustomed to this.

Moreover, with the courage of his subordinates, if there is no urgent matter, they absolutely dare not come to him at this time.

So the dean got up from the bed, cleared his throat with a drink of water, and said in a majestic voice: "Wait a moment."

Then began to dress.

Five minutes later, when everything was ready, he came out of the bedroom and sat down at the desk, putting on his gold-rimmed glasses that had been cleaned.

Facing the door, he said, "Please come in."

Outside the door, listening to his steady voice, a strange smile appeared on Lu Wu's face.

Then he opened the door and walked into the luxurious dean's room, and said nervously: "It's not good, dean! A prisoner has escaped from prison!"

In the panic, he did not forget to close the door.

Sharp, who was lying on the table and pretending to write something, suddenly raised his head: "What did you say!"

But when he saw the strangely dressed big man in front of him, he suddenly frowned and said, "What's the matter with you, what are you wearing, and where is your uniform?"

Lu Wu ignored him, thinking that the prisoners have all run away, and you are still struggling with what I should wear, and continued to repeat: "Dean, it's not good, the prisoners have run away!"

The dean, who had obsessive-compulsive disorder, came to his senses, stood up and slapped the table, and shouted loudly, "What did you say? Which prisoner ran away?"

Looking at Sharp who looked nervous, Lu Wu spread his hands and said, "It's me."

"You..." The dean was at a loss for words for a while, and then he looked him up and down to make sure that there seemed to be no such person among his subordinates, but he felt a little familiar, so he tentatively asked, "You are?"

The big man pointed to the huge shotgun on the wall behind him, and said with a smile, "The gun on your head is mine."

Sharp hurriedly took a step back, and the chair under him made a loud noise.

Staring at the man in front of him in disbelief, he said uncertainly, "Graves?"

"It's right here." Lu Wu stroked his chest and bowed.

The dean, who accepted this fact, rolled his eyes, sat down slowly, and pressed the button under the table calmly.

At the same time, he pretended to be calm and said, "I remember you died, didn't you?"

"That's right, I'm dead." Lu Wu looked around the furnishings of the dean's room, and suddenly said, "So I turned into a ghost and came to you!"

The dean shook, his white knuckles tightly grasped the armrest of the chair, and forced a smile on his face, "You really know how to joke."

Immediately afterwards, in order to relieve tension, he crossed his hands on the table and discussed: "Let's make a deal, and I can let you take your gun."

"But you must leave, now! Immediately! Immediately!"

The big man stroked his chin and looked at him with pursed lips: "Well, yes, this is like a high-ranking dean."

"But I refuse!"

After that, he walked up to the dean, put one hand on his shoulder, pointed at the closed door with the other, pretended to be scared and said: "I dare not go out, there are guards with guns outside, if I shoot you What to do if you die."

Sharp couldn't help retorting: "Aren't you dead?"

"Yeah, I forgot." Lu Wu said with a hippie smile.

But soon, he thought of something again, and raised his hand in embarrassment to slap the dean: "Don't talk back to me."

The dean, who was covering his face, looked at the big man viciously, and didn't say anything, but his heart was already in turmoil. How could he know that I called the guards!

"How would I know that you called the guards, right?" Lu Wu explained: "People like you are most afraid of death."

"It's normal to have some strange buttons hidden under the desk."

Then he bent down to look, and when he got up, he slapped the dean again.

"It's so special!"

Dean Sharp held back his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "What exactly do you want!"

"Of course it will kill you." Lu Wu let go of his shoulders, walked to the wine cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of expensive-looking wine, and took a big gulp.

As soon as it was in the mouth, it was all spit out on the expensive Persian rug.

"What kind of broken wine, it's really bad, bah bah bah."

The dean, whose cheeks kept twitching because of the heartache, sarcastically said: "What a country bumpkin, this is the best tequila, people like you will never be able to drink it in a lifetime!"

"Can't drink it?" Lu Wu poured the remaining half bottle of famous wine on the carpet, and then smashed the empty bottle directly on the dean's head.

"Then why don't you even want to drink!"

The wine bottle shattered at the sound, and the dean's head was almost split open, and bright red blood kept flowing from his forehead.

The dean who endured the pain closed his eyes as if accepting his fate, leaned back, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, kill me quickly, or you will be the one who dies."

Lu Wu ignored him, but continued to search for something in the wine cabinet. After a while, he took out a dark cigar and stuffed it into his mouth.

"This stuff is good."

"Oh, old thing, borrow a fire."

Seeing that the dean didn't respond, he walked to the desk by himself, cut off the two ends of the cigar with a cigar tongs, picked up a lighter with exquisite embossment, first pretended to toast the cigar, and finally lit the cigar.

He took two puffs, grinned and said, "It's a good Cuban cigar, I know."

The dean lying on the chair still refused to open his eyes, and shouted in a broken voice: "This is Dominica!"

"Nevermind him, a cigar-smoking man's gun is enough." Lu Wu said something the dean couldn't understand, and took his shotgun from the glass cover on the wall and hugged it in his arms.

"Oh, my darling, you are finally back."

Then he kissed the huge drum and said excitedly: "Fate is in my hands now!"

Smoke with a special aroma came out of the lit cigar, covering most of his face, making him look like the god of death returning from hell.

"Old man, don't pretend to be dead, let you watch a good show!"

Dean Sharp, who heard the thick voice, subconsciously opened his eyes, only to see a big man in a black windbreaker, holding the giant shotgun named 'Fate', striding towards the door.

Is he crazy?This is simply courting death!

Accompanied by the dean's surprised gaze, Lu Wu opened the door abruptly, facing dozens of guards with live ammunition outside, he laughed with a cigar in his mouth and said:

"I hope you have made up your mind to die unexpectedly."