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Night, dark night.

After the sun went down, the hot and dry air finally regained a bit of coolness.

On the roof of a dilapidated residential building,

A young man wearing a sports headband stood on the edge of the guardrail, looking at the bright lights of the city.

Behind him, sat a middle-aged woman, dressed in elegant formal attire, dressed like a professional elite.

"Young man, you should know my identity. No matter what your purpose is, we can talk. If you have any demands, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Zhou Yan maintained the dignity and calmness that a leader should have.

After getting off work today, she just returned to the community and parked the car when she was knocked out by the gangsters lurking in the garage.

When I woke up again, I was on this strange rooftop with only this young man by my side.

After a short period of panic, Zhou Yan calmed down, made insinuations about the other party's identity, hijacked her own purpose, and sought the possibility of negotiation.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King withdrew his gaze and looked back: "Your name is Zhou Yan, the director of the Public Security Department of Kangyang District, right?"

Zhou Yan spoke softly and kindly: "If you need help, just ask. I am a public servant of the people, and people's affairs are my affairs."

The Demon Eye King smiled brightly:

"With your words, I feel relieved."

He walked up to Zhou Yan and dragged her to the edge of the roof.

Zhou Yan lowered her head and glanced down, only to feel dizzy for a while, she finally showed a frightened look, and said in a trembling voice:

"What are you going to do? Don't be impulsive. As I said, you can bring up anything, and I will try my best to satisfy you. Really, impulsiveness can't solve anything."

The Demon Eye Heavenly King was unmoved, and said to himself:

"I hate to be punished for not teaching. Some people report that you are acting as a black and evil force."

Smiling, he counted the other party's crimes one by one, and then, under Zhou Yan's frightened eyes, he picked her up and lifted her out of the rooftop.

This high-ranking woman's face was as white as paper, begging bitterly, one hand tightly hugged the arm of the Demon Eye King, and the other hand reached for the guardrail, trembling with fright.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King grinned and said:

"The people don't need you to do things, the people just want you to die!"

With a loosening of five fingers, Zhou Yan was thrown off the rooftop.

The Demon Eye King didn't look down, but looked at the bustling metropolis, muttering:

"It's time to get down to business, let me see how many spirit walkers are in this area."

As he spoke, he took off his headgear, revealing the vertical eye on his forehead. The white of this eye is red, and the pupil is golden red, full of indifference, violence and madness.

Bewitching eyes!

This is the magic eye that was born after the proficiency of the "Bewitching" skill is full and the practice has reached the extreme. JrNovels.com