Chapter 272 Brother Rao Once
Song Cha wiped the sweat from his face, but didn't dare to speak easily.
He couldn't easily admit to that.
Once you admit it, you might not even have a chance to survive.
Fu Yungui noticed the person at his feet lower their eyes again, raised an eyebrow slightly, and then leaned forward, "Since you don't want to talk about it, then I'll explain it for you."
"Using someone else to do the dirty work," the man said bluntly, "and then thinking about reaping the benefits."
"Whether I die or Bian Xi dies, it will be a good thing for you."
"Anyway, we have fewer competitors now."
"Brother, that's a pretty good idea of yours."
"However, your judgment of people is really terrible."
The man chuckled as he spoke, "Whether it's Wen Lai or Bian Xi, which one do you think could get rid of me?"
"Since you can't get rid of me, haven't you thought about your own fate?"
"And you said you thought I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you because the old man was around?"
Song Cha listened quietly with his head down the whole time, without saying a word.
At this moment, he had nothing to say.
"You think you can succeed by finding two incompetent, short-lived men and doing it all without anyone noticing?"
Upon suddenly hearing him mention those two people, especially the words "short-lived ghosts," Song Cha abruptly looked up at him.
"What's the meaning?"
"Bian Xi is dead too?"
The man immediately sat up straight, a smile playing on his lips. "You two are so close, you even teamed up to kill someone. You didn't even know he's already on his deathbed?"
Upon hearing this, Song Cha paused abruptly, then asked, "You killed him, didn't you?"
Although it was a question, he already had the answer in his heart.
No wonder I saw that the girl in yellow was back by his side a few days ago. I was wondering about it then, but now it seems that everything that has changed has a reason.
Unexpectedly, in just over a month, things have changed dramatically.
"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"
"You can't even take care of yourself, yet you have the leisure to meddle in that other matter."
Song Cha let out a deep sigh.
It seems all my plans are going to fall through.
I originally thought of using drugs to keep him in check, since once you get hooked on that stuff, it's not something you can just give up on easily.
Once he embarks on that path, his fate will inevitably be a tragic one; it's only a matter of time.
But to my surprise, he didn't give me a single chance to see it.
Thinking of this, Songcha felt an overwhelming sense of despair and loss.
But he absolutely cannot die here for no reason.
If he dies here today, it will be a wasted death.
Fu Yungui will definitely make this scene look like an accident, and then he will deal with everyone who saw him.
Even if the news eventually reaches her father's ears and he doesn't believe she committed suicide, there's no evidence to prove that Fu Yungui did it.
Even Dad might not really suspect Fu Yungui.
After all, he is his biological son.
Therefore, he could only protect himself.
Fighting with all their might to protect themselves.
“Pasong, I’d like to explain something about this matter.”
Fu Yungui leaned against him, glancing at him with a faint smile on her lips.
No response, no rebuttal.
Song Cha glanced at him, composed himself, and then continued speaking.
“When Bian Xi came to me to borrow weapons, he really didn’t tell me what he wanted to use them for.”
"He only said that he was borrowing it for Wenlai's sake, but he couldn't say why."
"He will pay me afterwards."
"So, I didn't think much about it at the time and just sent some people over there."
"After all, my relationship with Wenlai is fairly good."
"However, I only learned afterward that it was a conflict between you and him."
"But it's too late to regret it. What's done is done."
Song Cha spoke sincerely, his face filled with guilt. Anyone who didn't know the situation would really believe that what he said was true, and there was absolutely no trace of lying.
The man on the sofa listened, his face darkening to an extreme, and his smile vanished instantly.
"You think that because Bian Xi is dead, there's no way to prove anything, right?"
Song Cha's heart skipped a beat. "No, that's not how it is."
"I'm just telling the truth."
"If you don't believe me, then there's really nothing I can do."
Fu Yungui stood up, put his hands in his pockets, looked down at him, and slightly curled his lips.
"I don't believe it."
I don't believe a single word of it.
Song Cha looked up at his smile, so nervous that she could barely make a sound.
Unexpectedly, the next second, he beckoned to Anu with his finger, and the gun was back in his hand.
The man casually twirled it in his hand.
Song Cha felt as if his soul was hovering over the muzzle of that gun.
The moment he makes a move, he risks his soul being scattered.
“Pa, Pasong”.
Song Cha was so nervous that he didn't know what to say.
"I was really wrong, please forgive me this time, brother."
"I will never go against you again."
Hearing the trembling voice, the man didn't react at all.
"If you make a mistake, you should pay the price."
The next second, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the huge room, sounding particularly shocking in the otherwise silent space.
Momo listened to Fu Yungui's words and did not wait for him to come back to have dinner together, because she did not know when he would return or what he was doing outside.
So after Aunt Pu cooked the dishes, they ate them directly.
After finishing her meal, it was still dark, but the hot air outside had eased somewhat after the sun went down, so she decided to take a walk with her mother in the back garden to help digest her food.
However, the two had only been in the park for a short time when Aunt Pu came out of the house, accompanied by another person.
"Momo."
Fu Qiyu's voice reached the lakeside as soon as he left the restaurant.
Momo immediately turned around and looked over, her face instantly filled with a smile, "Qiqi, what brings you here?"
"Nonsense, if I didn't come, you wouldn't even bother to come see me."
The girl smiled faintly, "I just got back, I haven't had a chance to go over yet."
"Okay, I believe you." Fu Qiyu raised her voice, and then when she saw Su He coming over, she immediately became ladylike, habitually putting her hands together to greet her, "Hello, Aunt Su."
"Hello," Su He replied with a faint smile.
"Aunt Su, my grandfather would like to invite you over for a visit."
Fu Qiyu stated his purpose directly.
"Now?" Momo asked.
"Yes."
Su He paused for a moment, then realized what it was about and readily agreed, "Okay, no problem."
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