In an independent villa in the suburbs, Jing Xiujie sat on the sofa with half-squinted eyes, a cigarette between his fingertips, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, as if immersed in his own world.

"Young master, the master is here."

Jing Xiujie's first reaction was to snuff out the cigarette butt, and immediately got up and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

A middle-aged man walked in outside the door, with a big belly and a bit of a rich feeling, but the anger between his eyebrows and eyes made people feel that it was not easy to provoke.

"Dad, why did you come up?"

"What? The entire Jing family will be mine in the future, and I can't come upstairs in a small villa? ”

The man's yin and yang strange tone, the sharp and piercing hoarse voice, made people can't help but feel a kind of disgust.

This person is Jing Xiujie's father, Jing Yuanren, the cousin of Jing Ruihai, the head of the Jing family.

"How's everything I've told you to do?"

Jing Yuanren sat down on the sofa on the side, and the whole person seemed to be stuck in the sofa.

Hearing this, Jing Xiujie glanced at Jing Yuanren with some weakness, and couldn't say half a word.

"What? Failed again? ”

Jing Yuanren suddenly raised his voice, and his sharp voice was like the harsh sound of a sharp weapon scraping glass.

"It's not a failure, it's just that it didn't hit that dead girl hard."

"What do you mean?"

Jing Yuanren took a lit cigarette handed by his servant, and tapped the armrest of the sofa rhythmically with one hand, and the cold glint in his eyes flashed.

"I sent three gangs to deal with that stinky girl today, but ...... But ......"

"If you directly admit that things didn't work out, I might not be so angry."

Jing Yuanren sneered and glanced at the man standing in front of him, the contempt and contempt in his eyes were not too obvious.

This thing that is not enough to succeed and more than to fail, and he can't be counted on for anything.

Immediately, he picked up the glass on the coffee table and fell to the ground hard, making a loud "bang", causing everyone downstairs to raise their heads and look upstairs.

The shards of glass scattered all over the place, and under the illumination of the light, they looked particularly dazzling.

Jing Xiujie was so frightened by his father's sudden move that he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, the subordinates on the side hurriedly supported him.

Jing Xiujie was shocked, and was a little annoyed and pushed the subordinate who was supporting him to the side.

"Useless stuff! Even Young Master Ben can't hold it! ”

"Young Master spare your life! The young master spares his life! ”

The subordinate immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, not even daring to raise his head.

This young master of the Jing family is well-known in the imperial capital, and there are countless ways to rectify people, and if he is not satisfied, he will beat people all over his body, and every injury is critical.

Anyone who has a little livelihood and a way will not be reduced to coming here to be a subordinate, just to survive and beg for food.

However, Jing Xiujie is also a master who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard, and he still knows how to back down in everything, so he has become a waste in Jing Yuanren's eyes.

Otherwise, he would not have been so frightened by his father's action that he couldn't stand still, but before he could react, he pushed the subordinates who helped him away again.

"None of the three gangs have succeeded, what's the use of keeping them? Am I paying for them to treat me like a monkey? ”

Jing Yuanren looked at the broken glass slag on the ground with a pair of scarlet eyes, and a touch of excitement emerged.

And when that subordinate saw Jing Yuanren's appearance of being neither a human nor a ghost, he was so frightened that the six gods had no master, and all the three souls and seven spirits flew away.