Chapter 172: Blind Flower Shopkeeper vs Underworld Gang Leader (33)
"No matter how good others think of us, no matter how powerful we are, we are still crushed by you. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"
"Have you shed blood for the gang, and you are not allowed to sell drugs, you are not allowed to do this, you are not allowed to do that, and even whitewashing is your wishful thinking, and you have never discussed it with us. ”
"Ah Heng is willing to listen to you, but I don't want to be trampled under your feet for the rest of my life. Speaking of this, Forrest Gump was haunted in his heart.
"Aren't you Fu Mingyi, the son of the former gang leader? I've done so much for the gang, finding a field, bleeding gang battles, and you're just waving softly from behind. ”
Forrest Gump's eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness. If he is the son of the helper, he will definitely do better than Fu Mingyi.
"As for Ah Heng, he deserves it, I am also his brother, but he chose to help you, and he deserved to die to help you. ”
Fu Ming also listened to Forrest Gump's words, couldn't bear it, and kicked Forrest Gump to the ground, and he couldn't control the strength of this kick.
"Ahem・・・・・・" Forrest Gump spilled blood from his mouth because of this kick.
Forrest Gump was lying on his back on the ground, his mouth open, and he laughed, which was extremely ugly, like a crazy monster.
"Hehe・・・・・ Fu Mingyi, that's how you treat your brother. You hypocrite・・・・・・"
The green tendons on Fu Mingyi's hand were exposed, and the hand holding the pistol tightened but never pulled the trigger. Fu Ming also tried his best to endure it.
"Fu Mingyi, shoot, what kind of brother are you pretending to be now, kill me to avenge Ah Heng!"
After the two words of revenge fell, Fu Ming couldn't hold it anymore, and a gunshot rang out.
The world fell silent in an instant.
For a long time, a gust of wind blew in the cemetery, and the trees around the cemetery rustled. "Hehe・・・・・・" chuckled mockingly with the man. There is no light in the cemetery, the sky is still bright, and it will soon be night.
"Fu Mingyi・・・・・・ hehe・・・・・・" Forrest Gump's voice behind him became farther and farther away with Fu Mingyi.
The bullet missed, no, how could Fu Ming let him die so easily. Living, life is better than death is his best punishment.
"Helper. The black-clothed subordinate nodded respectfully to Fu Ming and bent over.
"Put him in a psychiatric hospital, I'm tired, go back. ”
"Yes. ”
A black Rolls-Royce sedan sped down the highway.
When Fu Ming also arrived home, the villa was brightly lit, as if waiting for the owner to return home.
Fu Ming also walked to the hall, in front of the huge dining table, there were a lot of dishes of all kinds, but the little girl sitting at the dining table still relied on the nanny to coax her, just pouting and not eating.
When I saw him again, her eyes lit up, as if all the stars she had taken off had been put into her eyes, shining brightly.
Fu Ming's depressed mood improved because of the little girl, and his gaze at her was a little softer.
The little girl jumped over the nanny, jumped out of the chair and ran towards him.
The small body was shaking, and Fu Ming was also worried about whether she would fall on the road.
"Yikes. "I'm so happy to hug my handsome uncle's thigh.
The little girl's little face was smaller than Fu Mingyi's slap, and her eyes were bent into a curved crescent, full of cuteness. Fu Mingyi's heart was touched, a certain girl also likes to raise her face to him, and her face is unreserved trust.
Fu Ming also bent down and picked up the little girl.