“!!!” Qin Wushuang was speechless. How could he express himself so that Asan could understand his true thoughts? Maybe there was something wrong with his language.

Why don’t I understand?

"Asan, it's not a question of whether I like it or not, but whether I need to understand it or not?" Qin Wushuang reiterated.

"Young Master, not all men like women."

"..." Qin Wushuang was speechless and couldn't utter a word.

This sentence hits the soul and is irrefutable.

"I know that like repels like and opposites attract. Anyway, don't make decisions on your own without my permission. Do you understand?"

"clear."

"Hang up." Qin Wushuang hung up the phone and continued to lie down and sleep.

Usually, Asan is quite smart and can often understand things at a glance. But today, does he seem to be out of his mind?

…

"Go, call Old Man Han again." At the Qin family, a middle-aged man tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He got up and walked out the door, instructing his confidant.

This man is very thin and has a normal appearance. He was definitely not handsome when he was young.

It looks roughly like it weighs about 110 kilograms.

You have to know what it means for a man over 1.7 meters tall to weigh 110 kilograms. He's just skin and bones.

Ever since he received the call from Old Man Han, he felt that something was wrong, a feeling he couldn't describe.

It seems like something big is happening.

"Okay." The servant did it immediately.

"Second Master, I can't get through to Old Man Han on the phone."

"Go to the Han family immediately. If you are okay, send a message to let them know you are safe." Qin Lao Er instructed.

In fact, I only said half of the sentence, and there was still the other half left to say.

If there is any situation, call and report it immediately.

But people shouldn’t be too pessimistic, as if they are cursing someone.

Try to avoid it as much as possible. After all, the Han family has been working diligently and wholeheartedly for so many years, helping the Qin family and themselves do a lot of things behind the scenes.

Mr. Han picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and started puffing out smoke.

It was late at night and he couldn't sleep. He didn't feel sleepy at all. He felt uneasy and nervous.

I don't know what's wrong, my eyelids are twitching randomly without any pattern.

Today is unusual and I feel extremely depressed.

Almost forty minutes later, Mr. Qin Erye answered the call as soon as his cell phone rang.

"Speak." One word, concise and to the point.

"Second... Second Master, it's bad, the sky is falling." The servant stuttered.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"The Han family is gone." The servant's voice trembled.

"Are you sick? Can you be more specific?" Mr. Qin frowned, looking displeased.

"Second Master, all the Han family members are dead. Not a single one is left. The yard is full of corpses."

This is said plainly enough, even a dumb dog can understand it.

"Where is Old Man Han? Where are the descendants of the Han family?"

"He's...he's dead too." The servant was terrified. Standing in the middle of the night in a place full of corpses, with all kinds of dead faces, many of them with their eyes wide open, it would be strange if he wasn't scared.

"Who did it?"

"I don't know. When I came, there was no one there. Old Man Han's body was completely cold."

Mr. Qin took a deep puff of his cigarette, which reduced the smoke to one third with great force.

"Report to Di Zi No. 1 and let them get involved." Mr. Qin gave the order.

"yes!"

This matter is of no small importance, not a trivial matter. An entire family was massacred in the capital, and lawlessness reigned supreme.

The key point is that this is the Qin family's minion. Touching the Han family is equivalent to slapping the Qin family in the face.

As the saying goes, when beating a dog, you must first look at the owner.

It's clear that he doesn't take the Qin family seriously.

This is simply outrageous.

As for why they wanted to bring Di Zi No. 1 in, one was to borrow their power to investigate the murderer, and the other was to give the Qin family a legitimate reason to retaliate in the future.

The Han family was destroyed, and the Qin family killed the murderer. What's wrong with that?

If the Han family is wiped out overnight, the other party must be no pushover, let alone a small fry. It is equivalent to cutting off an arm of the Qin family.

If they don't cut him into pieces and kill him until he is dead, where will the Qin family's reputation be?

Mr. Qin Erye suffered from severe insomnia and did not sleep the whole night, feeling extremely worried.

Logically speaking, the destruction of the Han family is not a big problem. It is just a biting dog of the Qin family. It involves the entire Qin family, not just one person.

It's not that I can't eat or sleep, but the result is that I toss and turn in a rage. This emotion is very abnormal and inexplicable, and I don't know where it comes from.

It was not until six o'clock in the morning that Mr. Qin got up to inform the old man.

This is a big deal anyway, so it’s necessary to tell the head of the family.

The old man is old and has trouble sleeping. If he is disturbed, he will probably not be able to sleep all night. Mr. Qin Erye decided to take it easy the next day.

"Click!" Master Qin Er had just walked out of his courtyard when he stopped and raised his hand to touch his head. A foul smell came out from his palm.

A pile of bird droppings.

He is so rare.

What happened? I was in a bad mood last night, and as soon as I went out today, bird poop fell on me. Is my luck so bad?

Is the idea that bad?

Or is it a sign of things to come?

If there is, it is definitely not a good sign. Who would have bird droppings falling on their head during a happy event?

Mr. Qin took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it hard, and then threw it into the trash can.

Mr. Qin is over eighty years old this year. He dresses simply and keeps a low profile. If you don’t know him, you might think he is an old man from some village.

But he was full of energy, his face was flushed, and he was watering the flowers with a watering can in his hand.

Old Master Qin's residence is very simple, with an independent small courtyard and three large tiled houses. The courtyard is almost entirely filled with flowers and plants, and the first thing he does in the morning is to take care of them.

This is a habit he has developed in the last ten years.

"Dad." Master Qin Er came to Master Qin's residence and shouted.

"Second brother, you're up so early." Old Master Qin looked up and continued to fiddle with the flowers and plants. "Is there anything wrong?"

"Dad, the Han family was wiped out last night." Qin Lao Er spoke bluntly and got to the point.

Old Master Qin paused for a moment, then put down the watering can in his hand and sat on a stone bench under a big tree.

He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes without any labels.

"Dad, you are so old now, so stop smoking and quit." Mr. Qin advised.

"I've been smoking a pack a day since I was young. Now I'm almost covered in dust. There's no need to quit smoking anymore." Old man Qin lit a cigarette slowly.

From the moment he learned the news to the moment he took a puff, his emotions didn't change much, except for a moment of daze.

"Second brother, do you know who destroyed the Han family?"

"It's not clear yet, but the other party may be coming for our house." Qin Lao Er analyzed.

"How do you know?"

"Because everyone knows that the Han family is ours."

"Just based on this?" Old Master Qin shook his head. "It's too one-sided and doesn't make sense."

"Second brother, the porridge I cooked is almost ready. Are you interested in trying it?"