Chapter 229: Twenty Years of Hatred

Almost at the same time, along with the man's movements, Asakko's tears also fell.

The woman couldn't say anything with her mouth open, her feet were limp on the ground, her fingers were clenched suddenly, her nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and she couldn't feel the pain at all, because the pain in her heart had already overshadowed everything.

Why would he do this? Why do you want to do it if you're going to get a divorce?!

In the mist of tears, although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, his heart was also painful like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, Asa Zike bit his lip tightly, his shoulders couldn't help but tremble, he didn't want to affect him, but now that he is doing this, his heart is simply sadder than death.

"Haha, father, did you see that? This is the son of Mo Ya Zongtian! What about the leader of the Losmo family, who didn't kneel down to us in the end?! ”

Euro Ba looked at the man kneeling in front of them, he should have been happy, but he felt a faint uneasiness, because he saw fire and anger in the man's eyes!

The group behind Mozu Beitan all felt heartache, the plan was about to succeed, but the knees of his boss were dedicated to his enemies.

How much courage is this, or how much affection is there for that woman, to be willing to bend his knees?

"Let her go!" The domineering spirit in Mozu Beitan's words has not changed in the slightest because of his actions, and the killing intent in his black eyes has already quietly gathered, as if he is preparing to attack.

"That's your attitude of begging?" Ou Leng Yan said dissatisfiedly: "You still put a shelf on me?" Your woman and child are here with me! ”

"You're incompetent! I'm ashamed that your ancestors had a descendant like you! Asa Zike didn't think about it, and scolded Ou Lengyan beside him.

It is taboo to insult ancestors, Ou Leng Yan glared at the woman angrily, the back of the hand holding the gun was bruised, and he was about to pull the trigger, Mozu Beitan clenched his fists with both hands, stood up and shouted: "If you dare to hurt her, I will let all of you bury her together!" ”

As soon as the man's voice fell, Ridge Nianfeng, who was hiding in the woods on the side, had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw the good time, he quickly ran towards Ou Lengyan, and before the man could react, the strong inertia made Ou Lengyan fall to the ground by Ridge Nianfeng.

Euro Ba was startled, took out the pistol on his waist and aimed it at Ling Nianfeng's head is a few shots, Long Nianfeng seemed to have known that Euro Ba would shoot, one turned over, dodged a few bullets, and took advantage of the situation to pull up the woman on the ground and ran towards Mozu Beitan and them.

Seeing this scene, the people behind Mozu Beitan hurriedly pulled out their guns and stepped forward to help, and the special forces who had been on standby behind the castle swarmed up.

Ou Lengyan got up, held a pistol and shot it at Ridge Nianfeng's thigh, Ridge Nianfeng took a painful dustpan and pushed the woman: "Run!" ”

Asa Zike didn't speak, but helped him move towards the sports car.

Mozu Beitan's eyes were already stained with bloodthirsty factors, and the fierce killing that burst out of his veins was extremely excited, and he pulled out the sharp knife tied to his left leg and threw himself at the euro tyrant.

"Father, be careful!"

Euro Ba dodged the man's fatal blow, and his face changed suddenly: "You! ”

Mozu Beitan roared angrily: "Euro Ba, I want you to pay back your blood debt!" ”

Saying that, the long legs aimed at the middle-aged man's knee is a fatal kick, Euro Ba exclaimed in pain, knelt on his knees, Mozu Beitan quickly moved, flashed behind the middle-aged man, the mirror-like blade in his hand was cold, and a little cold light condensed in the middle of the high burning blade on the edge of the blade seemed to be flowing constantly, which increased the sharpness of coolness.

Ou Lengyan hurriedly stepped forward to rescue the euro tyrant, but found that he was controlled by Mozu Beitan.

"Don't!"

The corners of Mozu Beitan's mouth raised a bloodthirsty arc, and his tone was cold: "Euro Ba, at the beginning, it was this knife that was inserted into my parents' hearts!" ”

"Now, I'll give it back to you!"

"One life, two corpses, the life you owed twenty years ago, today I will take it back for the Losmo family!"

As he spoke, the blood-soaked knife slashed through the neck of the euro tyrant, and blood spurted out.

Twenty years of hatred, the Philo family owes him ten lives, and now he wants to pay it back little by little!

Ou Lengyan was furious, clenched his fists and ran towards the man: "Mo-Zu-Bei-Tan!" ”

Mozu Beitan held the sharp knife glued to the blood, hooked his lips and sneered: "It's your turn!" ”