Chapter 398 No matter what, I want him dead!

Luxurious room, a mess.

All kinds of precious porcelain, household appliance decorations, etc., were all shattered into slag.

These masterpieces were naturally created by the owner of the house, Du Minghui.

After blowing the head of the third bodyguard, the bodyguards who followed Du Zihao finally couldn't help it and rushed to tell what had happened.

Although they could not escape the fate of death in the end, at that moment, at least they felt safe.

At this moment, Du Minghui was angry, standing in front of the window gloomy, bowing his head slightly, and his eyes showed a strong hatred.

His only son was killed by an unknown person just for a in the slums!

In Du Minghui's heart, how can this kind of cheap woman be as valuable as his son's life?

Du Zihao's body had been brought back, but until now, he hadn't looked at it.

It's not that I don't want to see it, it's that I don't dare to watch it

The thought of his son's sudden death made his heart feel as uncomfortable as a thousand cuts.

As the sky gradually darkened, Du Minghui kept standing in front of the window in a daze, like a sculpture, motionless.

"Master, young master has already freshened up, do you want to take a look!"

I don't know when, a man in his fifties dressed in a gray Tang costume with his hair upside down appeared in the study, walking silently and speaking very lightly.

Hearing this, finally, Du Minghui raised his head.

A panic suddenly surged in his heart, a panic that made people's hearts palpitate.

No!

I have to see my son one last time!

On Du Minghui's face, the panic spread rapidly, and he rushed out of the study with trembling steps.

The man in Tang costume shook his head slightly, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, and he also went out behind him.

The third villa at the entrance of the manor, the mourning hall has been arranged at this moment.

The green silk curtains are all over the place, like dark clouds in the sky, shrouding everyone's hearts, which is depressing.

Du Zihao died young, had no children under his knees, and no one wore filial piety for him, so he could only be arranged like this.

The people up and down the villa all held their breath and didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of touching Du Minghui's moldy head.

In this manor, Du Minghui is a well-deserved king.

All are to live by his breath.

Now the cremation system has long been implemented in the city, but Du Minghui is very wealthy, and it is a small matter to cover the sky with one hand in Huaiyin City, and make a cemetery for his son.

He didn't need to come forward, there were already people below who had already done it.

At this time, looking at Du Zihao lying quietly in the coffin, Du Minghui's eyes showed a burst of pain and ruthlessness.

At this time, Du Zihao's eyes were closed, his face was fair, and his face showed a serene expression, which had been trimmed by a professional corpse makeup artist.

"Nanye, what do you think about this!"

Standing in front of his son's coffin, Du Minghui made a gloomy voice.

As soon as the words fell, the man in Tang costume behind him, who had never been as immobile as a mountain, took a step forward, lowered his head slightly, glanced at the coffin, and then looked up at Du Minghui's side face.

"I've checked, the young master and those bodyguards, including those bodyguards, were all injured by the strength, if it's not bad, the person who killed the young master is a martial arts master!" A fine light flashed in the eyes of the man in Tang costume.

For many years, he has been hiding in this small city, and he has never seen a martial arts person appear.

But what he didn't expect was that he finally met a person who turned out to be the murderer of his benefactor's son.

If it weren't for that, he would like to have a good discussion with him and discuss martial arts.

"How does it compare to you?" Du Minghui spoke again.

The man in Tang costume narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't know!"

He really couldn't see the other party's methods, listening to the description of the security guard, plus these injuries, the other party was obviously a master.

It's just that he doesn't know how tall or powerful it is.

Hearing this, Du Minghui turned his head sharply and stared at the man in Tang costume, and the majestic temperament in his eyes was undoubted.

Nan Ye is his real hole card, this is a rare master powerhouse in the martial arts world.

Over the years, it has been crisscrossing Huaiyin City, thanks to the backing of Nanye, otherwise, the Du family would not have developed to this scale.

But now, Nan Ye can't even see the strength of his son's murderer?

This situation has never happened before, and it seems that this time, the death of his son is not just because of a slum!

"No matter what, I want him dead!"

Du Minghui's eyes exuded bursts of anger, and he looked at Nan Ye unswervingly, gritting his teeth.

Even the hair on his head trembled, as if he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

In the mourning hall, all the servants of the Du family bowed their heads and trembled.

Even those expert bodyguards in the eyes of ordinary people lowered their heads one after another.

Nan Ye's eyes flashed, looked at Du Minghui's face, and nodded heavily.

"You can use the people below as you like, all the weapons are hidden in the warehouse, and you can choose whatever you want!"

"I only have one request, I want my son to be buried with him before he is buried!"

"And the in the slums, all of them have to bury my son!"

At this time, Du Minghui was completely crazy.

Without his son, what is the use of him laying this great family business!

Hearing Du Minghui's crazy declaration, Nan Ye's face changed, he hurriedly took a few steps closer, and whispered in his ear: "Master!

"So what?" Du Minghui smiled sharply, his eyes were like nighthawks, locking on Nan Ye, "My son is gone, what is the use of me still wanting that treasury!"

"Okay!" Nan Ye's face changed slightly, but he quickly became firm, nodded to Du Minghui and said, "I'll go down and arrange, and tomorrow night, I'll bring that kid's head to see you!"

After speaking, Nan Ye, who was dressed in Tang clothes, walked out of the mourning hall steadily.

What about going crazy again!

The right is to repay the favor, even if he uses the things in the treasury, the forces of the secular world don't want to catch him as a dignified martial arts master.

At the same time, the central building of the Huaiyin City Party Committee, the first-in-command office.

"What did you say? Du Zihao is dead?"

Liu Qingyun looked at her daughter in disbelief, and her originally calm eyes were even more shocked.

Liu Ruqing's face still had the flush left by the hurry, and she looked at her father with a slight gasp.

When she was in the hospital, she thought about it, but she still felt the need to come in person and explain it to her father.

After all, Du Zihao's death is too much to do with his father's death.

"Yes, I watched him kill with my own eyes!" Liu Ruqing nodded, with a trace of surprise in her eyes.

Hearing this, Liu Qingyun's brows suddenly furrowed, and he slowly sat down and thought.

"Father" Liu Ruqing couldn't wait and looked at Liu Qingyun anxiously.

Liu Qingyun raised his head, his eyes flashed, and then he said lightly: "Don't say anything about this, I don't know, let them make trouble!"

"The best result is that kid uprooted the Du family, and no matter how bad it is, he will be killed by the Du family"