She is Si Ye's favorite

Mr. Huo's face was dark. Today is his birthday banquet. The guests gathered together. Xu Zhisheng also came to celebrate his birthday. It would be inappropriate to scold Xu Zhisheng in front of so many people, so he waved his hands and said:

"Take it down to sober up."

Huo Bingkun greeted the two bodyguards: "What are you still doing in a daze, help Master Xu to the guest room."

Two bodyguards were about to step forward to help Xu Zhisheng away, when a weak voice came from under the mask:

"Hold on."

It was Huo Shaohuai who spoke, not loudly, but with an inexplicable coldness.

Huo Bingkun stepped forward to persuade:

"Shaohuai, for the sake of second uncle, let Zhisheng go to the guest room to sober up first, okay? You see there are so many guests today, it's not good for Huo's family if it's too ugly."

Huo Shaohuai was still sitting in the wheelchair, without the mask, and the hideous scar made his whole face a little horrified. Huo Shaohuai's eyes were very calm, as if neither happy nor angry, he just kept looking at Xu Zhisheng, who was crazy about drinking, with a cold look And indifferent:

"It's just sobering up, it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

He finished speaking slowly, and slowly withdrew his right hand under the blanket on his knees. In everyone's eyes, he saw that his too clean right hand was holding a pistol tremblingly. Not enough strength, dangling in the air.

The guests were all shocked, Huo Shaohuai drew his gun, oh my god, this is the rhythm of killing people.

Huo Bingkun's heart tightened, his eyes and breath were erratic, thinking of countermeasures:

"Shao Huai, what are you doing?"

Huo Bingkun stood in front of the muzzle of the gun, Huo Shaohuai coughed, the muzzle of the gun shook, and Huo Bingkun's heart jumped twice.

"Second Uncle, I'm not steady. Don't blame me if you get hurt by a fire."

Huo Bingkun felt his scalp go numb for a while, thinking that he and he might be killed by a gun, that would be a death for nothing, he turned sideways, and let the muzzle out of the gun.

The moment Xu Zhisheng saw the muzzle of the gun, his calf softened, and his words were trembling and he couldn't speak coherently:

"Wine...Where's the wine? Why...why don't you bring the wine?"

Huo Shaohuai spoke coldly, with a hoarse and low voice:

"It seems that the wine is not sober yet."

After speaking, he pointed his pistol at the sky and fired a shot.

There was a bang, and the audience was silent.

Xu Zhisheng's legs completely went limp this time, and he fell to the ground with a thud, not as arrogant as before.

Huo Bingkun's eyes flickered, and he stretched his face:

"Shaohuai, what are you going to do? Today is your grandfather's birthday, do you want to see blood on his old man's birthday?"

After Huo Bingkun finished speaking, he turned to look at his father again:

"Dad, you persuade Shaohuai, Shaohuai listens to you the most. Even if Zhisheng is wrong, it is because he drank too much. He didn't mean it. If something happens tonight, how can I explain it to the Xu family?"

Huo Yunnian naturally stood by Huo Bingkun's side:

"Yes, Grandpa, how can Shaohuai ignore you? It's not good to see blood at the birthday banquet."

Mr. Huo was moved:

"Shaohuai, I know you're angry, but you see so many guests watching. When he sobers up, grandpa will definitely seek justice for Yingxue. Can you put the gun away first?"

Huo Shaohuai coughed again, feeling extremely weak:

"Grandpa, if you're worried about losing your life, I can go outside Huo's house and deal with him. In this way, it doesn't matter."

Cold words, without the slightest emotion, without leaving a little room.

He looked at Xu Zhisheng who was sitting on the ground:

"Grandpa, do you know what he said about his grandson earlier?"

Mr. Huo just came, so he naturally didn't know about it, but there were so many guests at the banquet earlier, so he naturally heard it, and someone said it right away:

"I heard it. He said that Huo Sanshao sitting here would turn off everyone's appetite."

"Not only that, he also said that Huo Sanshao is not like a human being, nor is a ghost like a ghost, so he should die early."

Huo Shaohuai laughed at himself:

"I tried my best to survive. I won't let you, Grandpa, experience a white-haired man giving away a black-haired man again, but he cursed his grandson like this. The grandson couldn't swallow this tone."

Mr. Huo never dreamed that Xu Zhisheng would dare to say that about his grandson. The old man's fists were also clenched and he was angry:

"Since he dares to curse my grandson like that, then Shaohuai, you don't have to worry about anything, you can do whatever you want, a mere Xu family, dare to tell me what you want."

As soon as these words came out, Huo Bingkun also felt panicked.

Xu Zhisheng panicked even more, hearing what Huo Shaohuai meant, he must die today.

No, he can't die, he crawled towards Huo Bingkun:

"Bingkun, Bingkun, you have to help me. I said that because I listened to you. I can't die."

The audience was in an uproar, Xu Zhisheng would say those words, but he was instigated by Second Uncle Huo Shaohuai?

Is this something an uncle can do to his disabled nephew?

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on Huo Bingkun.

Mr. Huo was even more furious:

"Bingkun, tell me clearly what this matter has to do with you."

Huo Bingkun scolded Xu Zhisheng [-] times in his heart, he really chose a pig teammate, this Xu Zhisheng, what good does it do him to pull himself into the water?

Huo Bingkun got angry, kicked Xu Zhisheng away with one kick, and slapped Xu Zhisheng on the face:

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I let you do such a thing? Drink some cat urine and get shit in your head? You don't want to pin the shit bowl on my head."

After Huo Bingkun finished his lesson, he explained to the old man:

"Dad, how could I do such a thing? Zhisheng was scared stupid by Shao Huai. He drank too much. People who drink too much can't believe what they say."

After explaining, he had to explain to Huo Shaohuai:

"Shaohuai, he will speak out when he's drunk. He's always been like this. He loves to drink, and he's been drunk once or twice. Many people in Jincheng know it. Don't take his drunken words seriously. "

Huo Bingkun winked at the person he had befriended again, and the person immediately echoed:

"That's right, Master Xu drank with me last time, and when he drank too much, he dragged the girl around and kept calling her mother."

The man wanted to make a joke, but after he finished speaking, no one laughed at all except himself, so it was embarrassing.

Huo Shaohuai has been leaning on the wheelchair, watching Huo Bingkun acting, and when he finished, he said slowly:

"I don't want to know if he was drunk and talking drunk. I just want to tell him one thing, and the trouble comes out of his mouth."

After speaking, the muzzle of his gun moved, and with a bang, a blood hole appeared on Xu Zhisheng's arm.

Xu Zhisheng's screams rang out, but Huo Shaohuai still had no intention of letting him go, and raised his gun again unsteadily.

Huo Bingkun was startled:

"Shao Huai, what else do you want? He's already been shot."

Huo Shaohuai ignored him and concentrated on aiming:

"It just went crooked."

The sick guests fell down.

He couldn't even hold a gun, and wanted to kill someone to vent his anger.

According to his way of fighting, if he wanted to kill Xu Zhisheng, he would only succeed if he had to expel all the bullets in the gun.