Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 697.

Alexander's eyes were frighteningly cold, "I finally caught you."

The man subconsciously wanted to bite something off his hand, and Alexander stuffed the handle of the gun into his mouth. His voice was cold and bone-chilling, "You still want to commit suicide by taking poison? You are dreaming!"

Since his plan failed, the man raised his hand and hit Alexander's chest hard with his elbow. Alexander had suffered several losses from his hands. So, at that time, he was prepared, so naturally, he would not give him a chance.

He hit Alexander even harder, and in the darkness, he heard the sound of bones dislocating. Alexander stopped his movement and broke his wrist.

After a few movements, the man had been controlled by Alexander. He couldn't imagine why Alexander, a CEO, had such skills. He noted that they had the same kind of skills.

No wonder he escaped from such a situation.

The man also wanted to take the opportunity to take out his mobile phone with his other hand to report the message. Alexander kicked him directly in the crook of his leg, forcing the man to kneel down. The next second, the mobile phone was in Alexander's hand.

Many men came into the room one after another. Alexander said coldly: "Watch him and don't let him commit suicide."

"Yes." Jordan's voice was cold, but the hand he grabbed the man with had a new scar. That night, his life hung by a thread, and he almost died.

Lucas became much calmer after that incident. Without saying a word, he took out a rope and started tying up the person, just in case the person found an opportunity to escape again.

took his mobile phone and started to crack it, and found that the fingerprint and facial recognition

"He is smart. Would you start talking now or should I make

nothing to say, you

his collar with his fingers and said coldly: "I will make you pay the due price for what you did before. Death is your best relief. It doesn't

belongs to .net

and have someone crack the

"Okay."

took the man immediately to the small, dark room. He dragged an iron chair and sat across from the man, holding a stack of information in his hand, looking like an

The information contained the

in

the most mysterious, special forces soldier a certain country, codenamed Black Fox. He once won the championship in an

military rank was not low. He

that he retired, but he fell off a cliff during a certain mission, and they lost traces of him. He

heard of you." Alexander put down the information,

have you been working for

at Alexander, his eyes calm and indifferent, "Do you

thousands of ways to make you talk. Which one

identity, you should know that the last thing people like

talk, but Black Fox, you have been away from the force for five years. Don't you