Ling Wusi threw away half of the cigar in his hand, took a sip of phlegm, sprayed it hard, pasted it on the roof of the police car below, and kicked down the flower pot on the side before he scolded and went back to the room, he was in a very bad mood.

Hongchen Dusha came to the top with a super figure, but his face was pure and lovely, according to their boss, it seemed that he was still one of the top ten mingqi, but it took a lot of effort to buy the other party's first night.

She should have slept a few days ago, but she was summoned back to the police station by the police on the way, and was tossed and interrogated by that group of dog-like guys for a long time before she was released, and tonight it was a moment of spring supper, but she was arrested by her own Lao Tzu.

Catch it back, catch it back, after all, his own Lao Tzu is the pillar, he will turn his face and rebel during the day, and he will save some face for Lao Tzu afterwards, I was going to deal with something quickly, and immediately go back to the night meeting beauty.

But I don't want my own Lao Tzu to see him, I always stay in the study on the second floor, and outside the villa, there are more than a dozen plainclothes, the reason why I recognize them at a glance is plainclothes, Made, this group of dog policemen, actually chased to the house.

It's going to fight him to the death.

"That bitch wasn't killed by Lao Tzu, the fucking surveillance on the bridge is for you, okay to jump into the lake by yourself, a bunch of stupid people. I'm not your father, why might I die if I die?" Ling Wusi was very irritable, and a little worried, he wouldn't really leave some evidence, and he was found by those slivers.

Wouldn't that mean that you have to go in and squat for a few more years? This is not good, absolutely not, even if it is planted this time, it cannot be caught with his hands tied, or go abroad to avoid the wind and go back to the United States, anyway, he has a lot of friends over there.

Of course, he still doesn't want to go to the United States, he doesn't like blonde and white-skinned women, he always thinks that they are too open, and there is still some smell on them, or yellow-skinned and black-haired soft girls, especially the kind of pure type that will be shy.

"Fifth Young Master, the chairman asked you to come over?" A bodyguard in a black suit knocked on the door.

The old guy was finally willing to see him, and Bacheng was going to give him another beating, but I have to say that the old guy is getting more and more timid, and he is no longer the young man who is alone, carrying a half-meter-long machete, chasing after a dozen people.

That's it, the more people live, the more afraid they are of death.

Ling Wusi took a cut and went down to the second floor without care, but as soon as he entered the old guy's study, he was a little upright, and put away the hanger, no matter how timid the old guy was, he was still the head of the family, and he was still his son.

"Dad, what's the matter, you have to arrest me back!" Ling Wusi glanced at the old man in front of the high bookshelf, then went to the sofa, lifted his watch, and took advantage of the reflection of the silver-white lacquer, and arranged his hairstyle by himself: "Because of the group of policemen below, what are you afraid of? There is no evidence, they can't help me, no matter how bad it is, I still have the person who takes the pot." ”

The old man put the book in his hand back on the shelf, walked slowly behind his back with his hands behind his back, his face was full of wrinkles, and he stared at Ling Wusi without any expression, and the latter was furious for a while, and unconsciously stepped back.

"Do you know how much trouble you have caused to your family?" asked the old man, gritting his teeth.

Lao Ling's family is the only man in his family, he is still an old man, he has been pampered since he was a child, almost no one will disobey him, what he wants, but not long ago, he was knocked out two teeth by his own Lao Tzu, how could he have been beaten like this? Looking at the old man's seventy and eighty copies, he couldn't bear to worry about him, but now he trained him like this!

Ling Wusi's stubborn temper came up, and he raised his head and asked, "What is the disaster?" As he spoke, he poured himself a cup of tea, poured it into his mouth, and slammed the teacup on the table: "Didn't you just play with a woman, what a big deal?" I said it all, there is no evidence, the law can't help me, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of!"

"Do you think that only the law in this world can kill people and cure you?" The old man's face turned red angrily, and he shook his hand and slapped it out, Ling Wusi's whole person was slapped over and slammed into the coffee table, and his head was covered with blood, but the old man still didn't stop, and he slammed his feet on him again.

Ling Wusi, who was paralyzed on the ground, struggled, but fell to the ground, he touched his forehead with great effort, and the blood on his hands was suddenly blinded, the old man was beating him as an outsider?

"What are you doing?" Ling Wusi asked in a daze, covering his bleeding head.

"Get out, from today onwards, I don't have your son!" The old man said coldly, and then said in a deep voice outside: "Uncle Liu, take this beast out, go down to the small airport from the ground, and send him back to the United States." ”

"Dad, Dad, what are you doing!" Ling Wu panicked, and his tone immediately softened.

Although the old guy is timid, he knows very well, he walks outside and others call him Ling Shao, or because of the old guy, without this father, he is nothing.

"Uncle Liu, didn't you hear what I said?" the old man shouted coldly outside.

At this time, someone came out of the door, a half-hundred-year-old man, with three big men in black suits, driving Ling Wusi outside.

"Dad, you're my son!" Ling Wusi struggled and shouted loudly.

The old man swept over with cold eyes.

Uncle Liu beckoned, and the three big men immediately drove Ling Wusi out: "Let's go, young master, don't make Mr. angry anymore." Immediately, Ling Wusi was proposed.

The old man looked up to the sky and was silent for a long time, took a long breath, slowly walked to the corner of the study, pushed open the bookshelf to reveal a huge safe, which was completely embedded in the wall, and when he entered the fingerprint pupil, the heavy steel door slowly opened.

The safes are all calligraphy and paintings, vases, jade, such small but priceless objects, except for an ordinary steel knife in the corner, modern standard, fifty or sixty centimeters, some like a good watermelon knife.

The old man only took out the watermelon knife, held it in his hand and weighed it, then slowly stuffed it into his sleeve and strode outside.

When the old man walked to the corridor on the second floor, he felt that something was wrong, and when he looked down, he found that the ground was full of lying people, Uncle Liu, and the bodyguards, all lying on the ground, motionless and not knowing whether they were dead or unconscious.

His son, on the other hand, was trampled on his throat, his face flushed, and his neck was covered with bulging blood vessels.

The revenge seeker is coming, and he is going to kill his whole family, and the old man instantly understands.

In the afternoon, his partner for many years sent a video to the old man, a video of the forensic doctor at the police station, and he already knew at that time that his son might be in trouble, and there was a 'person' behind the girl he forced to die, which was still unreasonable.

And then, he used his energy to collect information, and soon found out that the worst-case scenario was that it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but this one, it was too late for a day, and after disappearing for two or three hours, he sought revenge.

The little brother he sent out by someone was drenched in blood, one family after another was wiped out, no one of the old and young was left, and the revenge-seeking people were much more ruthless than him, which was really unreasonable and law-abiding.

Naturally, he called the police, only to find that things were far beyond his control, a level beyond his reach, and instead of following them to a safe enough place, the police confined them to their homes.

The old man always had an instinct to make bait, and someone was fishing with his family's life.

"Do you think you can send him away?" The person in the hall who stepped on his son's throat spoke coldly, and he spoke with a slight force, stomping his son desperately: "You are a little naïve!"

"Policeman, save people, you just watch people commit murder?" The old man was furious, but he did not panic, but shouted angrily at the policemen in the hall: "Shoot!"

A dozen or so policemen remained motionless and did not draw their guns.

The police and the man seemed to be in a group, and the old man was shocked, thinking that he had offended the big man who had upheld the sky, and had gone through the police to harm them.

Just when the old man's mind was in a hurry, looking for a way to break the situation, the man on the sofa raised his foot, kicked Ling Wusi aside, put a black umbrella flat on his knees, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Ling Wusi stood up and wanted to run, but was swept away by the black umbrella, and suddenly there was a sound of bone cracking, and he knelt directly on the ground, howling miserably: "Dad, Dad, save me, Dad, save me." ”

The captain took back the black umbrella and did not move, still closing his eyes and pondering.

"All of you, hold your heads in your hands and squat in the corner!" Shi Yiguang Fox pretended to be a tiger, and ordered loudly: "And the old man upstairs, come down quickly and squat in the corner." ”

The old man frowned, still standing in place, and did not move.

"Come down and listen to them!" Not far away, the captain of the criminal police team pulled out his gun and made a hook motion at the old man upstairs.

The old man has also been through the wind and waves for a long time, and in this case he is still not frightened, and after a little hesitation, he still raises his feet and walks down, and some of the rickety figures seem to be weak and can't help the wind, so he walks and breathes.

The old man did not squat in the corner, but sat opposite Shi Yiguang, on the right hand side of the captain, where he could reach with an umbrella, while Ling Wusi was half-lying on the old man's lap, wailing and trembling at the same time.

Other relatives, such as sons-in-law, bodyguards, servants, and housekeepers, were all gathered in a small windowless room on the side, and there were six or seven pistol-loaded police guards outside the door and inside the door.