The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens Chapter 53

Because of the special nature of the insane 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 Quasi Sharp feel a little upset, so he went to bed early.

At the same time, it is also to nourish the spirit, so as to be able to respond to the accountability of the shareholders tomorrow.

Who would have known that someone would knock on his door in the middle of the night.

But Sharp wasn't too angry. As the yard of a lunatic asylum, he had long been accustomed to it.

Moreover, with the courage of his subordinates, if there is no urgent matter, they would never dare to come to him at this time.

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

Then he started getting dressed.

Five minutes later, when everything was ready, he came out of the bedroom and sat down at the desk, putting on the gold wire glasses that had been wiped clean.

He said to the door, "Please come in."

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

Then he pushed open the door and walked into the luxurious dean's room, and said nervously, "No, dean! A prisoner has escaped!"

In the panic, he didn't forget to close the door.

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

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

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

Only then did the dean with obsessive-compulsive disorder react. He abruptly stood up and slapped the table, shouting 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, and then looked him up and down, making sure that there seemed to be no such person in his subordinates, but he felt a little familiar, so he asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

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

Sharp stepped back in a hurry, and the chair under the seat made a loud noise.

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

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

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

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

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

The dean shuddered, his whitish knuckles tightly grasped the armrest of the seat, and he forced a smile and said, "You're really joking."

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

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

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

"But, I refuse!"

After saying that, he walked to the dean, put one hand on his shoulder, and pointed at the closed door with the other, pretending to be afraid and saying, "I don't dare to go out, there are all guards with guns outside, if I get hit What if you die?"

Sharp couldn't help but retort, "Aren't you dead?"

"Yes, I forgot." Lu Wu said with a smile.

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

The dean, who covered his cheeks, looked at the big man viciously, but didn't say anything, but his heart was full of storms. How could he know that I called the guard!

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

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

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

"It's really special!"

Dean Sharp resisted his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "What 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 what looked like a very expensive wine, and took a big gulp.

As soon as they entered the mouth, they immediately spit them all on the expensive Persian carpet.

"What kind of broken wine, it's really hard to drink, blah blah blah."

The dean, whose cheeks were twitching because of the heartache, sneered: "What a country bumpkin, this is the best tequila, you can never drink it in your life!"

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

"Then don't even want to drink it!"

The wine bottle shattered in response, and the dean's head almost cracked, and bright red blood kept flowing from his forehead.

The reluctant dean closed his eyes as if resigned, leaned back and said, "Don't talk nonsense, kill me quickly, or you will be the one who will die."

Lu Wu ignored him and continued to rummage through the wine cabinet. After a while, he took out a dark cigar and stuffed it into his mouth.

"This thing is good."

"Oh, old man, borrow a fire."

Seeing that the dean didn't respond, he walked to the desk by himself, cut off both ends of the cigar with cigar tongs, picked up a lighter with an exquisite embossing, and roasted it pretentiously, and finally lit the cigar.

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

The dean who was lying on the chair was still reluctant to open his eyes, and cried out in a broken way, "This is Dominica!"

"Never mind, a cigar-smoking gun is good enough." Lu Wu said something the dean couldn't understand, took out his shotgun from the glass cover on the wall and held it in his arms.

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

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

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

"Old man, don't play dead, let you watch a good show!"

Hearing the deep voice, Dean Sharp opened his eyes subconsciously, only to see a big man in a black trench coat, holding the giant shotgun named 'Fate', striding to the door of the room.

Is he crazy? This is simply courting death!

Following the dean's surprised gaze, Lu Wu slammed open the door, facing the dozens of guards with guns and ammunition outside, holding a cigar and laughing:

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

Chapter end

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