When Chu Zhenhe saw Chu Xiao, who was completely naked, his eyes were filled with contempt.

"Long time no see, Chu Xiao."

Chu Xiao sneered: "Second Uncle, I didn't expect it to really be you. You've been a coward for so long, are you not going to stop now?"

"Ha, a cowardly turtle? A turtle that can cause you endless trouble and leave you with billions in debt?"

Chu Zhenhe walked up to him step by step, his gaze falling on his feet.

"Shoes...take them off."

Chu Xiao's eyes flickered slightly, thinking that he had discovered the listening device hidden in the sole of the shoe.

Unexpectedly, the man with the gun said in a sarcastic tone, "Mr. Chu, don't worry, my gun is definitely faster than him."

Hearing this, Chu Zhenhe walked up to Lin Xiaowei triumphantly and pinched her face.

"Chu Xiao, seeing your beloved woman like this, don't you have anything to say?"

His eyes were defiant, and he even brazenly squeezed Lin Xiaowei's neck.

Lin Xiaowei's face was streaked with tears as she struggled desperately to escape, but someone pressed down on her shoulders instead.

She could only suppress her shame and anger as she looked at Chu Xiao, crying out, "Chu Xiao, you have to go! Don't worry about me! These people are inhuman; they won't let you go!"

Chu Xiao felt his blood rush to his head, but to ensure Lin Xiaowei's safety, he still laughed loudly to distract Chu Zhenhe.

"Hahaha, Chu Zhenhe, Chu Zhenhe, all your scheming for so long has been for naught, and now all you can do is threaten me with a woman who can't even kill a chicken. Don't you find that ridiculous?"

"So weak you can't even kill a chicken?"

"Smack!"

Chu Zhenhe suddenly raised his hand and slapped Lin Xiaowei hard across the face.

"Women who are weak and helpless are easier to train, unlike some people, don't you think?"

Lin Xiaowei's mouth bled from the slap, and tears streamed down her face, but she still looked at Chu Xiao, begging him to leave quickly.

However, Chu Xiao remained unmoved.

Walk?

He won't leave!

"Hahaha, ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous!"

"Chu Zhenhe, you're nothing but a maggot in a sewer, feeding on my father's flesh and blood. How dare you put on airs like a superior here?"

"Come on, if you're so capable, let's have a fair fight. What kind of man lays his hands on a woman?"

However, the next second, a large hand suddenly grabbed his neck and slammed him against the dilapidated wall.

The assassin, armed with a sniper rifle, suddenly appeared, pressed the gun against his waist, and gave him a lewd smile.

"Mr. Chu, your nephew is indeed quite handsome, could you perhaps..."

The spearhead gradually moved down from his waist and stopped on his lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, the silenced gun bullet grazed his waist and embedded itself in the wall.

The deranged killer leaned close to his ear, his strong breath mixed with the smell of betel nut hitting him.

"...Let me have some fun? That's really exciting."

Chu Xiao felt a sharp pain in his waist; the bullet must have grazed his skin.

But he didn't care about anything else, staring intently at Chu Zhenhe, his eyes like those of a beast imprisoned in a cage.

"Hehehe! Chu Zhenhe, you've finally made something of yourself, finding a ruthless, taciturn madman..."

Chu Zhenhe narrowed his eyes and stared at him coldly.

Lin Xiaowei screamed in fright at the sight:

"Ah, Chu Xiao, run! Run! Don't get entangled with these freaks, you're no match for them..."

A hoarse, heart-wrenching wail echoed above the lighthouse, clearly spoiling the cold-blooded killer's mood.

He raised his pistol and pointed it at Lin Xiaowei, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes.