"What do you want to do?", old Flears, who got up from the ground, did not shout, he straightened his clothes, wiped the blood from under his nose, stood in front of the man with his chin raised, and mocked the man in a condescending and arrogant tone, "My son killed your daughter, I killed your wife, and now what do you want to do?"

"Kill me?"

There was a look of disdain in his eyes, just as he had done to those poor people countless times, and old Fleus thought that this man would not dare to hurt him, because he was rich, he was rich, he had great prestige and high status in Ilian, he had extremely wide connections, and no one could hurt him and his family without paying the price. And he thinks that the man in front of him will not hurt him, let alone kill him.

"I heard you also have a son, and they told me it was a very cute little boy......"

Before Old Fleur could finish his sentence, the man raised the scissors and plunged them into his mouth, and forcefully slipped his tongue open in the middle. Old Flears screamed in pain, his hands constantly wiping the blood from his mouth, not realizing that when he had done those things and said those words, he and the man had no turning back. He was frightened and wanted to escape, he didn't expect that this group of crazy people would really dare to hurt him, and even kill him.

He was a rich man, a celebrity in society, and many people had to live by his face, and even the town hall sometimes had to ask for his opinion for governance. Until this moment, he suddenly found that he was not as strong as he thought, and he did not lose confidence in life like he had two days ago, he didn't want to die, and he still had a lot of things to enjoy.

No descendants to inherit?

Isn't it okay to hold one?

If everyone doesn't say it, who knows if the child was born by them, and there seems to be more advanced medical technology on the federal side, maybe there will be a turnaround.

He really didn't want to die, so his first thought was to rush out, but Du Buddha kicked him back again, and his heart fell into the abyss at that moment.

Durin would not allow old Flears to see the sun the next day, and to put it in fashionable parlance, he knew too much.

The man stooped over him with scissors and stabbed him in a flurry of stabs, and old Flaus was bloodied with his hands, and there were many cuts on his arms that were almost an inch long. His body trembled and he held up his hands that had been pierced in many places, his body constantly squirming backwards, he just wanted to stay away from the man. The man looked at old Flears, who was rolling and wailing on the ground, wiped the sweat from his head, threw away the scissors, and picked up the stick that had killed his wife. He walked back slowly, stood in front of old Fleur, with trembling arms and a pleading face, and raised his stick.

There was a muffled sound of beng, and the wooden stick in the man's hand shook so much that he could barely grasp it. Old Forles's body stiffened violently, trembled violently, and he never shouted anything more.

The man kept waving the stick, raising it again and again, and falling it again, from the initial trembling knocking sound, to the last like the crackling sound of pounding garlic, the man who kept repeating an action like a machine The man lost his mind for a moment, he threw away the stick in his hand, and stood there.

Old Flears was dead, his head smashed into a puddle of mud, and the butler was already on his knees and vomited.

Durin pouted, whoever it was, after he died, all the things he was proud of in life would become worthless. He took out a pistol and put it in the man's hand, "If the flame of hatred in your heart has not been extinguished, there are still outside, in the house next to you, in the yard, you can find many people." ”

"If what you have endured can be satisfied with this one life, then leave now. ”

"The choice is yours!"

"You don't need to worry about what will change your life tomorrow morning, you just need to live well and watch your children grow up, and that's enough. ”

"I'll take care of the rest!"

The man looked down at the pistol in his hand, and his heart fell into an infinite struggle. Just before Durin appeared, he thought that if he had a chance to get out of here alive, he would kill everyone here. But the moment he killed old Fleur, the anger that weighed him down was mostly gone. Now he is at a loss, because he has just killed a local celebrity, he doesn't know what his future life will be, what will happen to the child, everything is uncertain, I don't know, I am confused!

Durin seemed to understand his heart at the moment, walked up to hug him, patted him on the back, "It's all over, go back and take a bath, get a good night's sleep, don't forget the sadness, don't forget the hatred, and then live bravely." ”

The man still took the pistol from his hand without any hindrance, and he looked up at Durin blankly, "Can I still do it?"

Durin had a relaxed smile on his face, "Why not?", he patted the man on the shoulder, "Let's go, go home, I'll leave it here!"

They watched as the man left the villa, moving slowly towards the Fifth Ward, as lifeless as a walking corpse. In just a few days, the family has changed dramatically, whose fault is this? He doesn't know, but it's not him. Maybe this is the way the world is, there are always some people who can trample on the law for some reason, but there is a price to do everything, maybe the price will not come today, but one day it will come back!

Durin sighed, maybe this was already the best ending, he hoped that the man would let go of his hatred...... Well, standing and talking doesn't hurt your back. He smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around and raised his hand to pull the trigger on the butler's head, "It's time to work!"

The next day, the sun rose over the sea as it had for countless years, and the first golden rays of sunlight pierced through Dawn Avenue and shone on the statues in the park, and the whole city fell from revelry to silence. There are still traces of last night's carnival on the roads, and the cleaners on the beach have already begun to clear the sand, and the whole city is plunged into such a strange contradiction. Some people rest because they are happy, and some people are happy because they work.

"Sir, your coffee!", the waiter put the coffee and burritos on the table, took two steps back and turned to leave. He rubbed his eyes and went back to the store, dozing off on the counter.

Durin took a sip of his coffee, and as soon as the cup was lowered, the newsboy arrived on time as he had done every morning, and placed the latest newspaper on Durin's table. The newsboy took off his hat and watched as Durin put a dollar into his cap, and the same joy appeared on his face, "If you don't have anything else for me to do, I'm going to deliver the newspaper." ”

He waved his hand, and the newsboy fastened his hat to his head, and ran to the junction to begin the work that he had to do every day.

On the first page of the newspaper, the front page headlines are the holding of the Illian Food Festival, the first of which will be held in the Illian region next month. In the accompanying picture, Alexander is as striking as his belly, and this guy has gone to great lengths to make this happen. Of course, he also brought Durin a profit of 50,000 yuan. After turning the first page, it took Doolin to find what he was looking for.

This is a news related to Doolin, a company listed on Sherith Street was bought by a local company, the reporter believes that this is a kind of temptation for the Illian area to focus on tourism and entertainment to vigorously develop finance. The whole article is actually about how the special geographical environment and financial environment of the Ilian region are suitable for the development of financial business, except for the first mention of this acquisition, which has not been mentioned again.

But it doesn't matter, that's all Durin needs.

This company was bought by Duhrin for the purpose of backdoor listing, which is related to his next plan.

After closing the newspaper and taking a few bites of the burrito, Durin dropped the five dollars and left with the newspaper in his pocket.

The city is also the same as before, calm and serene, no one knows what happened last night, no one!

When she returned home, Freyna was about to go out, and when she saw Durin returning, she hesitated and walked back into the house.

"There's something I want to talk to you about. ”

Durin looked at the woman a little strangely, he walked into the side hall, and closed the door when Frena came in, "Tell me, what's the matter, is there not enough money?"

Frena shook her head, "There's a lot of money. In fact...... Doolin, I don't know what to say, I've been worried lately because I don't know if there's a market for what we've made, and if it gets messed up, it's going to cost you a lot ......of money!

She was under a lot of pressure and couldn't show it, and she felt like she might be depressed if she didn't speak up. Half a million, that's a sum of money she probably can't afford for the rest of her life!

As soon as Durin sat down, he stood up again, "That's it, I know, I'm going back to sleep, don't worry about this little thing." I think it's worth buying a first one for 500,000 yuan, even if it doesn't make money in the end, but at least we're the worst first colored movie in history, aren't we?", he walked to the door and opened the door halfway, "Don't save money for me, in fact, you have time to worry about it here, it's better to think about how to act better, remember, we are not short of money!"

Looking at the back of Durin waving his hand and leaving, Frena could only smile bitterly, maybe this is the difference between the poor and the rich.

The burden for her may be just a game in the eyes of these rich people.