When Du Yunsheng said that he wanted to kill a person, it meant that this person was really not far from death!

Liu Ke felt two words, doomsday. In the past, the grievances between the Old Eighth Gang and the Wanli Gang are still vaguely in front of me, and I was about to pull up the two Wanli Gangs, but I didn't expect it to be a chess match. Liu Ke kept sighing, this time your son has become our internal response, why, why?

What the? Du Yunsheng was shocked when he heard his son's heart!

Du Huo, is Du Huo. Today it is all the meaning of Du Huo! Aha, Du Yunsheng, do you know?

Liu Ke laughed hysterically, and then, Du Yunsheng's fruit knife was inserted into his throat!

Du Yunsheng took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and then asked Zhang Xiaoling, is what he said true?

Zhang Xiaoling nodded, at first I just wanted to borrow Boss Huang to stop getting some benefits for myself, but I didn't expect that I would also be put in a suit.

After Du Huo led the people into the lease, the first thing he had to do was to verify whether his father was really dead. The group quickly rushed to the patrol room of the French Concession. The people in the patrol room were very busy, coming in and out. It seems that the march of the Wanli Gang caused a huge vibration to them.

Master, how do we get into the patrol room? The subordinate asked.

Du Huo pointed to the explosives in his arms, this is the ticket.

Du Huo rushed into the patrol room with his brothers, and when the patrol saw such an explosives thug walking in, no one dared to stop him.

Squad leader, oh no. Deng Bibo, who was lying on the table and fell asleep, was woken up in his sleep. He rubbed his eyes, what's wrong.

Du Yunsheng died in our prison! His son's explosives, which he was now strapped to, also broke in.

Well, I know, Deng Bibo calmly put on his police hat.

You've been sleeping, how do you know?

Deng Bibo pointed behind his subordinates, stupid, everyone has come in.

Du Huo kept walking forward with the explosives, as if he had entered a no-man's land.

Wait, what kind of place do you think this is, this is the patrol house of the French Concession. Deng Bibo scolded sharply.

Of course I knew, or I wouldn't have come in with a body of explosives.

What do you want?

I wanted to come and see my father.

Your father has died by suicide.

I'm going to see him with my own eyes.

Deng Bibo looked at the innocent brothers behind him, he didn't want everyone to die a tragic death. Give me the dungeon key, and I'll take the young master of the Du family down to have a look. Du Yunsheng's body was parked in the prison where he lived, right?

The subordinate nodded and removed the key from the belt, but after Captain Cao Xin learned that Du was dead yesterday, he asked everyone not to trespass into the dungeon. All those who want to enter the dungeon must have his consent.

Fart, your life is almost gone. Deng Bibo took the key and took Du Huo down to the dungeon.

Except for Deng Bibo, none of the other patrol officers dared to follow.

Du Huo pushed open the cell door, where my father's body rested.

Here, the black cloth is covered with your father.

Du Huo opened the cell door and looked at the black cloth, he knelt on the ground. Tears flowed down his face, and after a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes and lifted the black cloth. His expression changed from sad to disappointed. It turned out that it was not Du Yunsheng under the black cloth.

Azha, isn't this the jailer who guards Du Yunsheng? How could he? What about Du Yunsheng!

Du Huo stood up, have you seen Cao Xin in the past few days.

No, but he kept giving us orders from his office.

Okay, take me to his office.

Deng Bibo persuaded, Young Master Du, don't make trouble, cooperate with us obediently, and your father's affairs will be investigated.

Du Huo didn't answer, and led everyone to the outside of Cao Xin's office. Deng Bibo knocked on the door.

After a long time, the door opened, and a patrol officer walked out, this person was Du Yunsheng's confidant, and he had never even seen Du Huo.

Deng Bibo asked, what about Inspector Cao Xin?

Resting inside, he commanded, he didn't want to see anyone. You are.

The patrol officer was very surprised when he saw that Du Huo was covered in explosives.

Du Huo smiled, he doesn't want to see anyone, I think you don't want him to see anyone. Du Huo asked Deng Bibo, do you know this person?

Deng Bibo shook his head and looked at his eyes. Previously, he claimed to be Inspector Cao's newly transferred henchman.

Du Huo glanced at his subordinates, and his subordinates fired three shots in succession, and his henchmen fell to the ground, bleeding from his mouth, while shouting, none of you can defeat Mr. Du. No one.

The door opened, and Cao Xin was tied with a rope and couldn't move. One piece of blue and one piece of purple on the head.

Du Huo understood everything, it turned out that Du Yunsheng still had such an unknown force in his hands. It seems that he still thinks of Lao Tzu too simply.

Master, what should we do next?

Now I have to wait for the news from Zhang Xiaoling and Liu Ke. That's when the phone rang. Deng Bibo glanced at Du Huo, and Du Huo nodded. Deng Bibo picked up the phone, and then asked Du Huo, looking for you.

Du Huo was puzzled, who could it be? He walked over and picked up the phone, a voice that was both familiar and terrifying.

Son, what the hell are you up to? Du Yunsheng said calmly.

You're still alive, and I don't know if I should be happy or sad.

Liu Ke, Zhang Xiaoling, and the rebels in the gang have all been taken down. I just had a phone call with the head of the board of directors of the French Concession, and as long as the Huang gang leader came back safe and sound to preside over the overall situation, the changes in the past two days could be over. Where is the Huang gang leader? I need to see him.

Yes, no problem, but I have one condition.

Hmph, you want to negotiate terms with me, you want to negotiate conditions with your father. Okay, you say.

We'll see you back home.

Go home?

Well, go home. As he spoke, Du Huo hung up the phone. Go, go home.

Cheng Dan went out early in the morning, and Pan'er in Cheng Dan's mansion looked forward to the stars and the moon. He was thinking about his eldest brother and Wu Jingya, but until he read the newspapers in the French Concession this morning, all his priorities were out of balance. How did my father die? Could it be that the bad guys found out about my father and killed him? He was worried, his father arranged for him to come to Cheng Dan, could it be the last time to protect himself.

Faced with these, Pan'er was unwilling to wait, and he left the Cheng Mansion. When I got to the street, I learned one after another that such a serious problem had happened in the Wanli Gang. Where should he go? Yes, when I went home, I hadn't seen Aunt Gui for several days. When her father was gone, she knew it would be very painful.

When I got home, all the lights in the room were turned off. Mama Wang, Aunt Zhao. Pan'er called out the name of the domestic servant, but received no response. He looked up to the second floor, and only the lights in Aunt Gui's house were still on.

At this time, Aunt Agui was lying on the bed smoking dirt, while staring at the newspaper on the table that published the news of Du Yun's life and death with squinted eyes. Her eyes welled with tears.