Chapter 1502 What do you want me to do?
Shen Pianpian: ...
It was said to be a slap, but in fact he just touched her face hard and turned her head away.
"Woooo ...
The girl turned around suddenly, glared at him fiercely, and cursed in a meaningless whimpering sound.
Chu Yan listened to the rapid and suppressed breathing in the receiver, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He raised his hand again without turning his head, but before he could lower it, he heard the man's extremely hoarse bass voice in his ears.
"stop."
His voice was deep, as if it was forced out from the boundless and oppressive dark emotions.
"I'll let my grandfather out."
Chu Yan then sat down again, still smiling, and said,
"Shouldn't it have been done earlier? She got slapped in the face for nothing."
The breathing on the other end of the phone became even lower. When I turned around, I saw that the man had already turned around and was giving instructions to someone else.
Chu Yan waited quietly, the sea breeze blew up his short black hair, revealing a pair of dark eyes.
A moment later, the enemy he had been thinking about for many years finally appeared in his sight.
His temples are gray, but his back is still straight. He was once the elder whom I called Grandpa Cheng and whom I admired.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he took out his phone and began to tap the screen slowly.
The call was still connected, but after a moment, Cheng Zhiyuan's phone dinged, indicating that a text message had been received.
He looked up at Chu Yan and clicked on the text message.
The first second the photo came into his sight, he froze completely.
Commander Cheng next to him noticed something was wrong and immediately reached for his phone, but Cheng Zhiyuan pressed the screen with one hand, his voice hoarse and breaking as he called out "Grandpa" with difficulty.
An ominous premonition rose in his heart, but the old man became more persistent and impulsive.
He snatched the phone away fiercely with one hand and unlocked the screen without a password. The MMS photo immediately caught his eye, and he froze in place without any preparation.
Then his whole body began to tremble violently.
In the photo, his only daughter was tied tightly to a chair. In the dim light, blood was gushing from the area where her heart was, clearly a bullet wound. Her messy clothes were soaked in blood, making her face look even paler, and she looked lifeless.
If you are hit by a bullet in that position, there is certainly no possibility of survival.
The old man gasped in agony like a trapped beast on the verge of death. His eyes were red as he swayed and held onto the railing, but he still couldn't hold on. His whole body slid down the railing powerlessly and he knelt on the ground.
This old man, who came from a prominent family and had been influential all his life, had probably never lost his composure like he did today.
His turbid tears flowed drop by drop from his red eye sockets. His tear glands, which had been unused for many years, were forced out of control by the heart-wrenching pain.
Cheng Zhiyuan supported him, his eyes filled with bloodshot.
He held his cell phone and slowly looked up at the ship opposite.
Chu Yan sat in Class A with his legs crossed, even propping up his chin, looking at them with a leisurely attitude as if he was watching a show.
Cheng Zhiyuan's gaze slowly moved to his side. Shen Pianpian had been forced to sit down, and Shark was still pressing her shoulders from behind, making her unable to move at all.
The wind blew her long hair over her face, so no expression could be seen.
Cheng Zhiyuan stared at her closely, his vision dark and blurry like a nightmare. The blood color in the photo just now seemed to penetrate the screen, dyeing the girl not far away with a cold scarlet.
The hand holding the phone began to bleed again, but his voice was calm, and he spoke slowly, word by word.
"What do you want me to do next?"
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