Zhou Mingli let out a hoarse, sinister laugh, "Let him go? Ask your man, three days ago, why didn't he think of letting me go?"
Zhou Laoda's heart pounded wildly, and he was extremely panicked.
"Second brother... that's not what I said." Boss Zhou tried to make excuses, "I was also thinking... that if one of us could escape, it would be good. We could report the case to the police and rescue the people who got involved, right?"
"Besides...besides, it's just you and me left in our branch, and I'm the eldest...and being able to carry on the family line, my life is definitely more precious..."
"Is this your reason for pulling me down when I was running away?" Zhou Mingli's voice was low, but it carried a chilling undertone.
Hearing this, Boss Zhou felt a chill run down his spine.
As Zhou Mingli moved the sickle in his hand around Zhou Tian's neck, who was crying incessantly, he never hysterically questioned him, yet he made Zhou the Elder tremble with fear, his nerves on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"I'm dead, and you still want to inherit the family line," Zhou Mingli said slowly, each word clear. "You said I killed your son, and you have no descendants?"
The child in Zhou Mingli's arms was terrified and began to cry loudly.
thump.
Zhou Lao Da's wife was so scared that her face turned pale. She sat down on the ground and cried with her son.
The eldest son's smile was more like a grimace. "Second brother, I know you're talking nonsense. It was indeed my fault as the older brother. Let's talk this out between us. Don't joke about your nephew!"
Zhou Mingli raised an eyelid and said calmly, "I really won't kill your son. After all, my wife and children are still alive. If I kill your son, you will take revenge on them instead. You owe me, but you end up hurting my wife and children. Who can I complain to then?"
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