Jones thought complacently, not noticing that Carlos's smile didn't reach his eyes at all, and there was only a biting coldness in those gem-like eyes.
"Doctor Jones, I also know that you have worked very hard, so I don't want to coerce you." Carlos's beautiful voice sounded, and it was very clear in this empty ward.
After hearing this, Jones raised his eyes and looked at Carlos, his eyes full of sincerity: "So, do you believe what I said?"
"Well, I believe that everything you do has something to do with Huanna. I don't want to argue with you, so I will give you a chance." Carlos stood still, and he smiled at Jones, his charming pair of The eyes were extraordinarily gentle, "Tell me the truth, even if you were involved, I can choose to forgive you."
Jones almost couldn't help laughing.
Sure enough, he is a prince who can't stand on the stage. At this time, he still naively thinks that he can find the truth by being tolerant!
Jones mocked in his heart, but put on a respectful look on his face: "What I said is true, Your Highness Carlos, I really don't know anything!"
"Then there is no way." Carlos' faint voice came from above Jones' head.
Just when Jones naively thought that he could pass the test easily, Carlos suddenly pulled out the belt around his waist.
Carlos's belt was unique, and it shone a little in the dim ward. He immediately raised his hand and slapped it on Jones' face.
The belt was as hard as an iron block, and immediately left a dazzling bloodstain on Jones' face, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered in pain.
Jones felt that half of his eyes were about to be shot blind. He looked at Carlos beside him in surprise, but he no longer met a gentle face.
Carlos' eyes shot out a bloodthirsty cold light, he looked at Jones, his eyes seemed to be looking at something unsightly.
I just felt that the air around me seemed to freeze at this moment, and the hairs on Jones' back protruded uncontrollably, and I was so frightened that I subconsciously backed away.
However, this scene fell into Carlos' eyes, making him snort in extreme dissatisfaction.
Jones was like a thunderbolt. He subconsciously wanted to quibble, but he never thought that the belt in Carlos' hand would fall first.
Snapped¡ª¡ª!
After the belt fell, it landed firmly on Jones' ankle, hurting the tendon on his heel!
Jones' mouth grew big because of the severe pain, and he was gasping for breath. His head was covered in cold sweat from the pain, but he couldn't even cry out.
He could only convulse all over his body, his eyes widened in fear, and he looked at Carlos in front of him.
With a snap, Carlos tightened the belt in his hand, tilted his head and looked at Jones and sighed: "Why don't you cherish the opportunity I gave you?"
"Your Highness" Jones was almost scared out of courage, and looked at Carlos with eyes like seeing a ghost.
Is this still the Carlos in his impression?
How could it become so terrifying in such a short period of time!
Only at this moment did Jones suddenly realize that the man in front of him, who looked like Shura, was the real Carlos.
And the appearance this man showed in front of them before was just a disguise!
It's a pity that he realized it too late.
Jones was so terrified that he thought about leaving, and Carlos raised the belt in his hand high. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com