Lan Qingchuan clearly realized that the Gong family and the Lan family must have a decision. All these years of calm, she is just deceiving herself.

"It's my business, no one can go." She said softly, but when she turned around, her face changed, and she raised her voice suddenly: "I am the first heir of the Lan family, and now, I want you to prepare a car immediately and go to the Clinton Twilight Annex." ”

"This is an order, and I need you to execute it immediately!"

In the eyes of many people, Lan Qingchuan is just a weak rich lady, with a gentle and quiet appearance, and she has never been so vocal so far.

Lan Qingchuan really didn't want to see Gong Shu again, anyone from the Gong family.

The knife wound on her shoulder blade burned with pain, and it was a scar that remained on her body forever, like a never-fading mark of shame, always reminding her of those dark and gray days.

It was Gong Nanmu who stabbed this knife, she stood still, looked at it silently, and saw this man behind Gong Shu. Gong Nanmu can be found at a glance, as high as an iron tower, with a face like a rakshasa, and a terrifying snake tattoo.

He was smiling at her, his smile grim and eerie.

She looked back at Gong Shu.

"I thought that Miyachi shouldn't be a person who would regret it." She thought of Lan Yuanli in a coma, remembered his pale and colorless face, and hated the two people in front of her to the extreme: "If Gong Chi lets me go, I will also let him go, and the two don't offend each other, it seems that it is just my ridiculous innocence, and you are forcing each other step by step, waiting for the opportunity to attack." ”

"What's the point?"

Gong Shu said: "It's really not interesting, but Lan Qingchuan, I'm sorry this time." He took out a gun in an instant, and before he could react, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at her, and the person was as cold as a gun.

"Delin Yuan, I should have killed you that time. So I regret it now. ”

"Gong Shu, I can't die. In the past, you could kill me countless times, but this time, no, we don't owe each other for a long time. No, you owe me. Lan Qingchuan looked at him steadily, "You hurt my uncle, I want to avenge him." ”

"Lan Qingchuan, I can only do this." This mixed-race boy still didn't grow up at the beginning, but his eyes were bottomless cold and bloodthirsty, and there was nothing in them.

They have no feelings, only Gong Sanye, who is almost a group of walking corpses, who will not last long, and they will not be redeemed.

"It's for the sake of the master, I have to kill you."

He pulled the trigger, silently, but the bullet slid through like a meteor. Gong Shu's marksmanship is estimated to be unmatched in the world, and this blow will kill, if there is no protection of the Brando family.

The little boy of the Brando family was the second time she had seen him, a tall, standard Western face, small and imposing, and his name was Sandor.

Almost at the same time, bullets were fired at Gong Shu.

The child was as agile as a small leopard, playing with a gun specially configured for him. He also has one at his waist, which shows that he is also a good hand who can use two guns. He was not satisfied, because he failed to hit the enemy.

So he pulled Lan Qingchuan, arranged for people to cover everywhere, and said in a vicious voice: "You have to pay me double the salary, a separate one!" ”

Lan Qingchuan smiled: "You came here voluntarily, I don't have to pay your salary." ”

Sandor frowned dissatisfied: "You have to pay." ”

"You can ask your dad for this money." Lan Qingchuan was reluctant to discuss this with the children in this situation, in fact, they were not at an advantage.