After the phone was connected, she suddenly called softly: "Dad......"

Ling Haonan heard his daughter's voice and excitedly called, "Yiren? Is that you? Yiren, I thought you were ...... Woowoo woo ......"

In the end, he couldn't help crying, God knows how sad their family was when they received the news that Ling Yi had been shot several times and his life and death were unknown.

Especially in Miao Chuxia, they washed their faces with tears every day, but they couldn't leave the door of Ling's house yet, and they wanted to find someone to help, but no one dared to help.

"Dad, I'm fine, I've been recuperating from my injuries for the past few months, so I didn't dare to contact you, I'm sorry, I made you worry about me......"

Ling Yiren's voice was choked, as if something was stuck in his throat, and his cold eyes gradually appeared angry, without half of human feelings.

"It's okay, as long as you're okay, you wait a minute, I'll call your mother, you don't know, your mother ......"

"Dad......" Ling Yiren interrupted his unfinished words.

Hoarse said: "Don't tell anyone about my phone call, Jian Junxi has been chasing me, and I don't want any accidents before I solve him." ”

"Good!" Ling Haonan's voice was full of gritted teeth.

Jian Junxi, today's destruction of their family is all because of him, how can he not repay this hatred.

"I need you a favor right now!" Ling Yiren's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the bottom of his eyes was full of calculations.

"But Dad can't even get out of the door now, how can he help you?" Ling Haonan's voice trembled slightly.

After living for decades, I have never felt so wasted, and the helpless voice seems to want to strangle myself.

"You can do it, listen to me......" Ling Yiren's tone was very light, as if it was Yin Qi from hell......

Mountains and seas basement

After Jian Junxi returned home, he changed into a set of lighter clothes, and went directly to Shanhai, as soon as the elevator door opened, Yan Rongliang lined up in two rows with more than a dozen subordinates, and respectfully called: "Young master!" ”

"Hmm......" Jian Junxi's cold eyes exuded a burst of coldness, which inexplicably made them want to retreat.

"Young Master, who will be tried first?" Yan Rongliang followed behind her, and he didn't dare to cross his steps for half a minute.

"The man at the banquet." Jian Junxi's thin lips moved slightly.

Glancing at the mountain and sea villa that had not been here for a long time, the three servants stood not far away and called respectfully: "Young master! ”

"Hmm......" Jian Junxi's sharp gaze looked at the middle-aged man standing at the front.

He is 175 cm tall, in his early forties, with white hair, including his eyebrows, a pair of eyes like a deep pool full of vicissitudes, and a high nose bridge.

The angular thin lips moved slightly: "Young master, everything is normal at home!" ”

The man's name is Nie Tian, who made his fortune from gambling, and was once one of the few billionaires in Kyoto, and the god of gambling who swept the streets and alleys.

No matter what he gambles, he is proficient in everything, it can be said that he has never been defeated, but he is too young in the end, and after winning a lot of money, he will stop and take his family into seclusion.

After two years without incident, who knew that he would be found later, a group of men in black burst into his home and stabbed his wife and son to death.

It was pouring rain that night, and he ran desperately and fell into the fork of the cliff, leaving his last breath.

The huge blow made him turn white overnight, relying on the only few thousand yuan left on his body to make ends meet, and after the money ran out, he became a beggar.

I slept under the bridge every day, and lived a muddy life......

Back then, Jian Junxi's casino opened, and it was impossible to do without masters, except for inviting some people back from abroad.

(End of chapter)