Prince Locke sighed as he said this.

If a woman can overthrow and mess up a country, that's a least-cost conspiracy.

Jin Zeming was a little upset, Bai Weiwei said that she was Luo Xingchen, so those around her were not her family.

Are they all spies?

He only felt a deep sense of powerlessness, all of which the woman had brought him.

Moreover, only she can make him feel that way.

Beyond one's power!

In a dilemma!

"Your Excellency the President"

Suddenly, Qing Cang barged in.

"What's so alarming?" Prince Locke looked at him with displeasure.

But Qing Cang, who has always been calm, is so out of shape, something big should have happened.

"Your Excellency the President" Qing Cang walked to Jin Zeming's side, "The country has increased troops on the border between the two countries. ”

"Damn," Prince Locke roared angrily.

Increasing troops in peacetime means wanting to provoke war.

"Is this the only thing?" Jin Zeming remained motionless and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency the President, please look at this" Qing Cang picked up a tablet and opened a video.

In the video, he saw a figure dodge into a building, which was the manor.

And that figure is Jenny Lin.

"What is she doing in here?"

"Wine cellar!"

"Wine cellar? All for that steering wheel? Jin Zeming was surprised.

"Yes, it's the steering wheel," said Prince Locke, whose face was solemn, and he felt that his mood was darker than the dark night outside, "it was all for that prophecy, the ancient prophecy of the House of Saris, that the steering wheel fell from a great height, and the lion died in its cage!" They just want you to be down. ”

"Daddy, that's just"

"I know what you're trying to say, do you want to say believe in science? But don't forget, if someone wants to break you, they will do whatever it takes. Oh, my God! Now the steering wheel has really fallen from a great height, just waiting for them to give you a fatal blow. The lion dies in a cage, and if you harbor a spy who endangers national security, you will be prosecuted and imprisoned. It's going to come to pass, God! and it shall be fulfilled."

Prince Locke clutched his chest, and there was a tingle from the terrible thought.

"Daddy"

At this moment, Jin Zeming turned around and happened to see Prince Locke who fell to the ground.

", the lion family can't perish, can't promise me, promise me!" The old man said with all his might.

Jin Zeming hugged Prince Locke, held his hand, and nodded, "I promise you, Dad!" ”

Prince Locke smiled with relief and closed his eyes.

In the wine cellar, the dim light shone on Luo Xingchen's pale cheeks.

She lay there limply, blood pouring out of her burr-pricked fingers.

She opened her mouth wide and breathed heavily, but she still felt suffocation, death-like suffocation!

The strength of her whole body seemed to be drained by something, and a damp and cold breath filled the tip of her nose.

The cold steering wheel was beside her, and there was also a stain of blood on it.

She slowly opened her eyes, and a cold wind blew in, and she struggled to sit up against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest.

When she first found that she was bleeding non-stop, she also thought of a way.

Press your fingers and suck the wound with your mouth.

But in the end, she found that it was useless, useless at all.

Bright red blood still flowed from the tiny wounds.