After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

"what--!"

Instantly, intense pain occupied all of Fu Zhanpeng's senses.

In less than a second, Fu Zhanpeng lost the initiative.

After hitting it hard once, Wen Yinuo raised the ashtray high and smashed it on Fu Zhanpeng's head again!

The moment the ashtray fell down for the second time, Wen Yinuo flipped Fu Zhanpeng, who had lost his strength due to the pain, to the ground, hit his head, and raised the ashtray.

This time, Fu Zhanpeng had some time to react.

He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He could only raise his hand and use his arm to block the ashtray from hitting his head.

Fu Zhanpeng felt a sharp pain. Although his hand was not broken, he had lost his strength and could not let it fall down.

The hand that was raised and then dropped once again severely stimulated Wen Yinuo's nerves.

"Oh, I heard the accident scene was terrible. The body of the Fu family master couldn't even be found."

His brother.

She grew up with him and protected him everywhere. Even when she was in the most dangerous time, she still remembered to look for his brother, just because of the man in front of her.

Just because of this bastard in front of me! Not even a complete body was left!

Even after death, people are still ridiculed and criticized for their good intentions!

Go to hell!

Just beat him to death, it would be too easy for him!

"You still dare to hide?!" Wen Yinuo's eyes were red, and there was no trace of rationality at all. "Why do you hide?!"

"My brother is dead! You are the one who killed him! How come you are still alive?!"

Fu Zhanpeng, who was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, was still wondering why Wen Yinuo suddenly went crazy.

After hearing Wen Yinuo's crazy questioning, the crazy doubts were gone.

What follows is even greater confusion.

Fu Jincheng was clearly alive and well, how could he die?

"He, he's not dead." Fu Zhanpeng endured the pain and said slowly, word by word, "Really."

Wen Yinuo didn't believe a word of it.

"You lied to me." The young man raised a cruel smile, picked up the ashtray, and smashed it on Fu Zhanpeng's hand again and again.

"My brother is dead...you are going to die too."

"You're going to die a worse death."

The calm tone made Fu Zhanpeng even more frightened than the previous crazy questioning.

"I, I, I, I'll let you go! Let you go to see Fu Jincheng!"

“Please…ah——!”

Wen Yinuo was completely immersed in his own world.

He couldn't hear a word Fu Zhanpeng said.

"My brother died, and I didn't even see him for the last time." He kept hitting Fu Zhanpeng's hands.

Seeing that one of the man's hands was smashed into a bloody mess with broken bones exposed, the young man smiled.

My brother died in a car accident and not even a complete body was left.

The person who killed my brother should not have even a piece of his flesh left.

He wanted this man to have his limbs and body smashed to pieces.

Then set it on fire and burn it down.

He won't leave even when it's burning.

Stay here and die here.

This way, my brother will have no weaknesses and will not be threatened anymore.

Begging for mercy was useless. The human instinct for survival made Fu Zhanpeng, whose one hand was completely disabled, break free from Wen Yinuo's control and stand up in extreme pain.

The boy who had lost his mind was a little slow in reacting.

Wen Yinuo looked at the empty ground. When he came back to his senses, Fu Zhanpeng had already walked to the door and opened it.

Fu Zhanpeng's voice became hoarse from the screams of pain.

He stood at the door and didn't wait for the bodyguard to come up.

Seeing Wen Yinuo approaching him, Fu Zhanpeng ran away!

He is very proud and never wants to show his miserable appearance in front of others.

That's under the premise of safety!

The guy in the study who thought Fu Jincheng was dead is a lunatic!

Staying in there is the best way to save face.

But his life is definitely gone!

His face was covered in blood, and everything he saw was bright red. One of his hands was completely disabled. However, Fu Zhanpeng, relying on the inherent potential of human survival, managed to get down to the first floor before Wen Yinuo who was catching up with him.

The person appeared in front of him. The assistant in the living room who had pretended not to hear Fu Zhanpeng's cry for help and was checking his escape route could no longer pretend to be ignorant and ignore it.

The assistant, who was just pretending to help, looked up and saw Fu Zhanpeng with blood all over his face and his hands broken into pieces. The idea of ​​pretending to help was instantly forgotten.

He didn't want Fu Zhanpeng to have a good ending, and death would be the best.

But now it is a thousand no-no.

He has not yet transferred all of Fu Zhanpeng's clean assets to his own name.

If Old Deng died now, the remaining assets would be untouchable, and those that had just been transferred would also be investigated.

The assistant closed the computer, called the bodyguard to come in, and rushed to Fu Zhanpeng as fast as he could.

Fu Zhanpeng was spared from being hit on the head for the third time as his assistant, who had rushed over to him, was hit hard in the chest.

The assistant felt so much pain that every hair on his body regretted it.

But he couldn't just ignore Fu Zhanpeng.

He could only pinch his nose and endure the pain, cursing Fu Zhanpeng's ancestors for eighteen generations while taking an ashtray for him.

——It’s too crazy to bring back Wen Yinuo who looks so weak and in poor health.

The assistant couldn't even get close to Wen Yinuo, let alone snatch the ashtray from him.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the assistant who was about to be hit for the third time saw the bodyguard rushing over.

He was very careless and pretended to protect Fu Zhanpeng, but was tripped by the coffee table.

After falling down, the assistant rolled to a safe place, covering his painful chest and winking at the bodyguard who came in.

The bodyguard rescued Fu Zhanpeng in time.

One of them protected Fu Zhanpeng, while the other tried to get close to Wen Yinuo and snatch the ashtray in his hand that was completely soaked in blood.

After all, the bodyguard is a human being, and his real employer is his assistant. He values ​​his life very much and will never take risks for Fu Zhanpeng.

There are bodyguards who are cautious and afraid, even if they are tall and strong with muscular arms.

In front of Wen Yinuo, who was completely crazy and desperate because his mind was completely occupied with Fu Jincheng's death, he was defeated again and again.

In the end, there was no way to avoid it, and he was hit twice before he snatched the ashtray from Wen Yinuo's hand.

Wen Yinuo, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and whose ashtray was gone, gritted his teeth, took out the broken porcelain pieces, and slashed them hard at the bodyguard's wrist.

The bodyguard, who didn't expect that Wen Yinuo still had a weapon in his hand, felt pain and dropped the ashtray he had snatched heavily to the ground.

There was a deep cut on his left hand, with dark red blood oozing out of the veins that were visible to the bone.

The bodyguard who valued his life had no time to care about Fu Zhanpeng.

Fu Zhanpeng only had two bodyguards left, and now one of them has been killed.

The other bodyguard who was protecting Fu Zhanpeng felt timid for the first time when he saw the young man rushing towards him with blood on his white sweatshirt and bloodshot eyes.

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Keep your word, I really won't abuse Xiaobao

The ones who got hurt were bad guys!

Please, my dear children, please send me some flowers and electricity.