good night warlord

Under the tree ten meters in front of him, there was really a person, a man.

The man was tall and indifferent.

Who is Yan when it's not wartime?

Gong Xiao was stunned, this time, he clearly knew that it was not an illusion.

He raised his hand, ready to shoot and kill Yan at the time of war under the tree, but someone moved faster than him, there was only a squeak, and the sound of the silenced gunshot came quickly, Gong Xiao's wrist hurt, and the gun in his hand fell on the ground. on the ground.

And the man under the tree didn't move at all from the beginning to the end, as if he had expected his reaction long ago, so he arranged for someone to hurt him secretly.

Gong Xiao clutched his shot right hand in pain, staring fixedly at the man under the opposite tree. Because of the pain and shock, he couldn't speak well, saying:
"You... why are you here... aren't you in the car?"

The man under the tree moved.

During the war, Yan stepped out of the shadow of the tree, his tall figure was stretched by the soaring flames, he walked up to Gong Xiao who had lost both his pistol and his combat effectiveness, and said in a cold tone:

"That car is not mine."

"Isn't your car a Maybach?" Gong Xiao, who was kneeling on one foot, raised his head in pain and asked.

During the war, Yan's tone was still so cold:
"My car is a Maybach, but there is more than one Maybach.

Did Mr. Gong forget that your son also likes luxury cars. "

Gong Xiao's pupils suddenly widened.

It is not difficult to understand what Yan said during the war. At this time, this scene reminded him that his son also likes luxury cars. What purpose could it be?
Doesn't that mean that the Maybach that he blew up the fuel tank with a single shot earlier belonged to his son?

It's impossible, it's impossible...it's impossible...

Gong Xiao instantly forgot the pain of being shot on his wrist, he turned his head and looked anxiously at the soaring flame.

The Maybach was emitting flames and thick smoke, and Gong Xiao saw a person crawling out of the flames.

The man was covered in flames, howling in pain.

Gong Xiao recognized at a glance that it was his son.

third child.

Gong Xiao subconsciously ran towards his son who was burned, but tripped over something under his feet. Gong Xiao was tripped, but there was no pain, because he was pressed against a warm body.

Previously, because the night was too dark and it was under his feet, Gong Xiao didn't pay attention at all, but now that he fell down, he realized that what he had crushed was not something else, but a person, a living person.

The fourth child.

Gong Xiao was trembling all over.

The fourth child was not dead, but his elbow was lying on the ground at a distorted angle, and the fourth child's left leg was gone.

The son was looking at him with longing eyes, as if his appearance would be his savior.

The fourth child opened his mouth with all his might:

"...Father...Father...Save...Save..."

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and the word "I" didn't make a sound in the end, Gong Xiao watched his son die, blood gushing from his eyes.

The fourth child is hopeless, and there is still the third child.

Gong Xiao crawled towards the burning third child, but before he arrived, the son who was struggling in the flames gradually stopped moving.

Both of his sons died by his own hands. How could Gong Xiao, who was already in his fifties, bear the pain of bereavement? His left hand was hammered down on the hard concrete floor, and he couldn't feel the bones protruding from the impact. Painful, his chest heaved violently, and with nowhere to vent his anger, his throat tightened, and a sword of blood suddenly spewed out.

Gong Xiaotan, who lost his strength, fell to the ground, as if he had lost all his muscles and bones.

In his vision, a pair of black leather shoes appeared.

The shoes were clean and spotless.

Gong Xiao knew that it was Yan during the war, and he was looking down at him.

The man's light voice floated down from above his head without emotion:
"Now, do you know who the two people in the car are?"

Gong Xiaohu's eyes filled with tears:

"Why, why are they... why are they here...?"

"It's very simple. They also want to know who Mr. Y is, and someone happened to leak some information to them, so they also followed."

Gong Xiao's fingers were curling up, which was an uncontrollable reaction after hurting a tendon.

He stared blankly at the flames in front of him through the gap between Wartime Yan's feet. He knew that the person who leaked the news must have been sent by Wartime Yan, but Gong Xiao didn't understand:
"Why? The family business of the Gong family... I have already given it to you, why do you still design them?"

"Then, you have to ask yourself, what have you done?"

After Zhan Shiyan finished speaking, he turned and left without another word.

Seeing the pair of leather shoes getting farther and farther away from sight, Gong Xiao grinned with bright red corners of his mouth.

He laughed louder and louder. His laughter was full of self-deprecation. Gradually, his laughter became desolate and hoarse, full of self-blame.

He stretched out his bloody hand and crawled forward vigorously.

In the black Maybach car, Gu Qingyi leaned on the car window and kept looking at the soaring flames not far away. She was very curious and wanted to go down to see it, but Yan said during the war that she would not be allowed to go down, and the driver locked the car door. It's making her itchy right now.

The plan for designing Gong Xiao tonight was drawn up by the two of them together, but during the war, Yan played an extra trick, asking her to say those few words when she left, and deliberately asked her to stimulate Gong Xiao, Gu Qingyi wanted to ask clearly His intention for such a design, but Yan Yan didn't say anything during the war.

It's useless for her to call Brother Yan.

Humph.

I don't know if the current fire is also designed by him, she really wants to know the truth.

Finally, when Gu Qingyi was about to call to inquire, she saw Yan Gaoda's figure during the war.

The car door lock opened in response, Zhan Shiyan opened the car door, and met the girl's curious little face:

"What's the matter with the fire? Did you make it?"

During the war, Yan raised his hand to caress the girl's small face, hummed lightly in his throat, and admitted the matter.

"You set it on fire on purpose?"

Hearing her innocent question during the war, Yan pursed his lips slightly:

"Ah."

"What are you doing to light the fire? I saw the fire trucks passing by. Do you want to pretend to be a fire and give Gong Xiao..."

While talking, Gu Qingyi silenced, covered her mouth, opened her eyes wide, and really didn't want to believe it.

During the war, Yan knew that his girl couldn't accept this kind of thing, so she killed people and set fire to her.

She said that she had been reborn once, believed in reincarnation, and also believed in oaths and retribution.

Therefore, it is good for him to do such bloody and dirty things.

His eyes flashed, he raised his hand and stroked the girl's head, and said with pity:

"I thought too much. I prepared fireworks to give you a surprise to celebrate the downfall of the Gong family. I didn't expect the fireworks to burn down the cars in the parking lot. That's when the fire started."

fireworks?

surprise?

When did Yan become so vulgar during the war?
Gu Qingyi curled her lips, pointed at her swollen abdomen and said dissatisfiedly:

"This excuse is really bad. You tricked the unborn baby in my belly to see if they would believe it or not?"