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With just six words, Mo San, who had been complacent just a moment ago, changed his face drastically, and a great sense of panic surged through his body.
It also made Mo Wentian on the phone feel a sinking feeling, and a strong uneasiness lingered in his heart.
"What are you going to do?!" Mo Wentian, who had already noticed something, looked at the top of Broken Star Tower, where several black spots were vaguely visible, and asked in a deep voice.
Lin Xiao didn¡¯t reply, slowly turned his head and took out a cigarette again.
Snapped!
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boom!
A black shadow fell from a hundred-story building.
There was a loud noise.
The black shadow directly hit the roof of Mo Wentian's ten-year-old Audi, and the alarm bell rang miserably.
The leaves are falling in the autumn wind, and the cold wind is biting.
I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s desolate or tragic.
Who is worried?
Who is a little worried?
"Mo San", the third young master of the Mo family, fell from a high altitude and died completely in front of Mr. Mo Da, the master of the Mo family.
There are no bones left, and the death is miserable.
"San'er!!!"
Although Mo Wentian has been in the city for a long time, his spirit has reached its peak.
¡°But, when I saw my son¡¯s body was gone and he died miserably in front of me.
He couldn't help but lose his mind and let out a loud wail.
At this moment, his face was pale, and he stood there, looking at the third son who had become inhumane, and his heart was filled with sadness, "Lin Xiao, you and I are irreconcilable!!!"
"No matter what powerful means you have now, I, Mo Wentian, will crush you to ashes and make you die a miserable death!"
At this moment, the head of the Mo family, who had always been calm when encountering major events, was no longer as calm as before.
who is he?
The head of the Mo family, the fifth largest family in the country, has a high position of power, one person is less than ten thousand people, and he is the local emperor in the south of Yanjing.
Although it has not been able to reach the level of truly covering the sky with one hand, it has reached a level that is simply incomparable to ordinary people.
On weekdays, when everyone sees him, they have to respectfully call him Mr. Big, flatter him, and even become a lackey willingly.
But today, his third son was actually killed?
Still using this extremely cruel method.
Even if there are no bones left, they just appear in full view of the public.
More importantly, was the person who killed his three sons still the same dog that he considered useless five years ago and didn't even take him seriously at all?
How can he not be angry? !
"Mr. Da, please stay calm when things happen and don't let your mind wander." An old man in his sixties, wearing a Tang suit, warned Mok Wentian carefully when he saw that Mo Wentian was clearly losing his sense of proportion.
He is the housekeeper of the Mo family and the personal bodyguard of Mo Wentian. His name is Guo Kaiyong. He is a truly brave and resourceful old man with a very strong background.
Since Mo Wentian was 20 years old, he has been fighting for the country together, and now more than thirty years have passed.
He knew the master's temperament clearly. Seeing it at this moment, he lost his mind and quickly spoke out to remind him.
Mo Wentian was awakened by this, and he, who was already smart, quickly calmed down and took a deep breath, "Thank you, Uncle Yong, for reminding me. I have my own sense of proportion."
"Lin Xiao killed the third young master in front of so many people. It was no less than a slap in the face of our Mo family, and he was also provoking me."
"I must avenge the murder of my son. I want this loser dog from five years ago, this trash, to be shattered into ashes and make his life worse than death!"
There is a saying that if a tiger is poisoned, it will not eat its seeds.
I saw my son die with my own eyes, and he died so tragically in front of my eyes.
No matter how smart a person is, they will get angry and lose their sense of proportion.
¡°Uncle Yong passed down the order and asked people to go to the top floor and catch the dog named Lin for me.¡±
"Then I ordered the media and onlookers behind me. They dared to take photos of my son's death and spread them out, killing the whole family!"
Because there was a lot of commotion here, and the news of Mo San being taken away was flying all over the place.
At this moment, they have already gathered in Broken Star TowerThere was a large crowd of onlookers, including media and good people. There were at least four to five hundred people.
It can be said that the broken star tower is truly surrounded by water, and not even a mosquito can fly out.
Mo Wentian took a deep breath, glanced at the miserable and inhuman Mo San, suppressed the anger in his heart, and ordered again: "Take the young master away first."
Although the anger was suppressed, the anger in my heart could not subside.
When I was a teenager, I came from the small ravines in the remote mountains to work hard in the big city of Yanjing. I went through heartache and spent more than forty years to finally reach the status of the capital today.
I thought that I could let my descendants enjoy all the glory and live without worries for a few lifetimes.
However, I didn¡¯t expect that after reaching this status, my own heirs would still dare to kill.
As soon as he thought of this, his eyes showed a fierce light and his expression was gloomy, like a sleeping lion. He gradually opened his eyes, revealing his sharp claws.
The top of a hundred floors.
Lin Xiao held the phone in his hand and did not hang up the phone for the time being. He believed that Mo Wentian also did not hang up the phone. He put the phone to his ear and asked, "Master Mo, I came here to collect the body wearing sackcloth and mourning. What do you think?"
"Um?"
Mo Wentian listened to the playful young voice on the phone, the anger in his heart was burning at this moment, and he shouted coldly: "Lin Xiao, you are very good! You are really very good!"
Two in a row are good, which is enough to prove how intense the anger in Mo Wentian's heart is at this moment.
He raised his head, and through the dim light, he saw a dark figure standing above him on the top floor.
Although I couldn't see the figure clearly, I didn't know why, but I felt a sense of fear for no reason.
For example, Jun is close to the world!
this¡
"Once upon a time, there was a couple who had a son. The family was happy and healthy. Although the father was strict, he was very good to his son. The mother was virtuous and supported her husband and raised her son."
"It's a pity that the good times did not last long. One day, this family of three was ruined by you."
"The stern father died, the gentle and virtuous mother turned gray overnight, and the son became a lost dog. He was driven out of the city and promised that he would never return to the city."
"Master Mo, when you do everything, have you ever thought about it, God is watching what you do, and the cycle of cause and effect will lead to retribution."
Lin Xiao raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes revealed memories, sadness and boundless hatred!
He still remembers the past five years ago vividly.
Still can¡¯t forget it.
My father died tragically, and my mother kowtowed to each other, growing old all night long, and finally living an ignoble existence.
He remembers all of this and keeps it all in his heart.
Five years ago, I was a waste in your eyes, a lost dog.
Five years later, I will return to my hometown, and I will be your god of death! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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