Chapter 164 This is a gift, containing one hundred million.
Yun Yang was completely stunned.
He died like that?
Given the typical nature of novels, wouldn't a vicious villain like Su Wanqing usually utter a few tens of thousands of words of ravings before she dies?
She looked down at the little figure in front of her.
Fu Xiaojun's small body froze, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Those beautiful eyes were fixed on the woman lying in a pool of blood on the screen, disbelief filling their pupils.
A few seconds later, that disbelief shattered quickly.
It manifested as an overwhelming surge of grief.
His lips began to tremble, and his eyes instantly reddened.
Large tears rolled down unexpectedly, landing on the back of my hand, burning hot.
"mom……"
A sob escaped his throat, filled with heart-wrenching despair.
Immediately afterwards, that grief was instantly ignited by a raging fire of anger.
"I'm going to kill him!"
He clenched his small fists, turned around abruptly, and was about to rush out.
Yun Yang certainly knew who the "he" he was referring to was.
She instinctively reached out to stop the person.
[Host! It wasn't Fu Xiaoting! He didn't kill him! It was Su Linzhou's men who did it!]
The system's voice exploded in my head like a machine gun.
Yun Yang paused.
Seeing that Fu Xiaojun had already rushed to the door, she took a step forward and quickly grabbed the back of his collar.
The little guy was quite strong, struggling desperately in her hands like an enraged little leopard.
"Let me go! I'm going to kill him to avenge my mother!"
"Calm down!" Yun Yang pulled him back forcefully. "It wasn't your brother who did it!"
"If you rush out now, you might not even know who your real enemy is before you become a target and get shot to death!"
Fu Xiaojun glared at her with red eyes, his face full of distrust.
Yunyang then dragged him back to the monitor screen.
He quickly operated the control panel, rewinding the surveillance video.
Press the slow motion button.
Fu Xiaoting was indeed holding a gun, and the muzzle was indeed pointed at Su Wanqing's forehead. The murderous aura he exuded was so intense that it could penetrate the screen.
But he never fired a shot.
A bullet was fired from another corner of the screen!
The trajectory was crystal clear, originating from a bodyguard behind Su Linzhou.
Fu Xiaojun stared blankly at the slow-motion footage, his small body ceasing its struggle, the anger in his eyes gradually replaced by bewilderment and deeper pain.
...
The main gate of Xiaoyuan Garden.
The biting wind whipped up dust from the ground, and also carried a strong stench of blood.
Fu Xiaoting slowly lowered the gun in his hand, his cold gaze falling on Su Wanqing's corpse, then he raised it again and shot it straight at Su Linzhou.
"Minister Su, what does this mean?"
Su Linzhou wore a gentle smile, as if the person lying at his feet was not his own sister, but an insignificant piece of trash.
"This is my sincerity."
He slowly straightened his collar, his tone chillingly calm.
"Now, can I see my daughter?"
Fu Xiaoting's eyes grew even colder: "Minister Su killed someone in front of my house in public..."
“No.” Su Linzhou interrupted him with a smile, “Nephew Fu, you can’t say that.”
"I killed criminals."
He glanced meaningfully at the corpse on the ground, his voice carrying a hypocritical air of compassion.
"She illegally used innocent children for human experiments. Doesn't she deserve to die for such a heinous act?"
"I will not protect anyone who does evil, not even my closest relatives."
Su Linzhou sneered inwardly.
That idiot Su Wanqing still dares to threaten and manipulate him with those old stories.
How can you keep a piece that has lost its value and could become a ticking time bomb at any moment?
Fu Xiaoting's dark eyes narrowed, and he spoke expressionlessly.
"If you want to clean house, you don't need to come to my doorstep."
"I don't have the person you're looking for here. You can leave now."
Su Linzhou's smile remained unchanged.
He slowly took out a document from his pocket and unfolded it in front of Fu Xiaoting.
It is a paternity test report.
“Nephew, didn’t you have someone contact me, saying that you’ve found my bloodline and asked me to come and identify the person?”
"What, are you trying to renege on your debt now?"
...
A black Bentley silently pulled up not far away.
Yun Yang pushed open the car door, and as soon as she got out, a biting cold wind rushed down her neck.
She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and immediately turned her gaze to the scene of the standoff.
I saw the piece of paper fluttering in the wind in Su Linzhou's hand.
The system kindly reminded you: [Your name is now on the identification report...]
Yunyang felt a headache.
I really will thank you.
The bullet fired a few days ago hit him right between the eyebrows.
She doesn't expect to receive heartfelt love from her parents.
But I don't want to open my heart to others.
Fu Xiaoting spotted her immediately.
He frowned almost immediately, strode over, grabbed her hand, and forcefully shielded her behind him.
What brings you here?
"Didn't I tell Jukiro to stop you from coming?"
Yun Yang felt the warmth emanating from his palm, and her heart inexplicably calmed down.
She lowered her voice and quickly explained, "I'm here to collect Su Wanqing's body."
Upon hearing this, Fu Xiaoting tightened his grip on her hand.
Meanwhile, Su Linzhou's gaze finally fell on Yun Yang.
When he saw Yun Yang's young and vibrant face, two terrifying glints flashed in his eyes.
Greedy and burning.
They had previously found dozens of children, but none of them were a match for him.
But he had a strong premonition.
The one in front of him was the perfect heart he had been searching for.
Su Linzhou's smile instantly became incredibly kind, as if he had become a completely different person.
"My child, my child!"
He put on the act of an overjoyed and loving father, even forcing out a few tears, his voice trembling.
"I only brought a few bodyguards with me. They mean no harm. Could you let Dad in so we can have a proper chat?"
Yun Yang watched his Oscar-worthy acting and felt a wave of nausea wash over her.
Her tone was distant yet polite.
"Sir, I think there must be some misunderstanding here..."
Before he could finish speaking, Su Linzhou pulled a black card out of his pocket.
"Child, I know you have suffered."
"This is a gift to mark our meeting; it contains one hundred million."
One hundred million?
Yun Yang's eyes lit up immediately.
The urge to roll my eyes just moments ago instantly transformed into a greedy, ecstatic joy.
With lightning speed, she rushed forward and snatched the black card.
"A five-minute chat is not out of the question."
Su Linzhou looked at her money-grubbing appearance with a hint of disdain in his eyes, but more so with a determined smile.
Sure enough, there's nothing money can't solve.
He nodded in satisfaction and, supported by his bodyguard, began to walk into the manor.
Yun Yang's gaze fell on the bodyguard, who had a very noticeable thick beard.
That's him.
He shot and killed Su Wanqing.
She subtly took a step forward, blocking their path.
"Wait a moment."
"The rules of Xiaoyuan are that outsiders are not allowed to bring weapons into the park."
After saying that, she waved her hand, summoning two bodyguards, indicating that they should search her.
Su Linzhou frowned, clearly displeased, but still said, "No need to trouble yourself."
He gave the bearded man a look.
The bearded man immediately understood, and expressionlessly pulled out his pistol, spare magazine, and military dagger, placing them on the ground.
Su Linzhou looked at Yun Yang and asked with a forced smile, "Is this alright?"
Fu Xiaoting spoke coldly.
"Minister Su, you haven't handed it over yet."
His gaze landed precisely on Su Linzhou's waist.
Su Linzhou's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal.
He chuckled and pulled a gun from his waist.
The gun was very antique, with dazzling gemstones inlaid on its body, making it look more like a work of art.
"My dear nephew has a good eye."
"Don't be nervous, it's just a decoration, there are no bullets inside."
He spoke of it casually.
Yun Yang casually picked up the gun and tossed it around.
Feeling that heavy weight.
"Yeah?"
Yun Yang curled her lips into a bright yet dangerous smile.
"Since we're out of bullets..."
Before she could finish speaking, her fingers had already flicked the safety lock with lightning speed!
"Bang!"
A crisp gunshot pierced the still air!
No one had time to react.
The gun in Yun Yang's hand was still emitting smoke, while the bearded man had a bloody hole in his chest.
His eyes widened, and his body fell straight backward with a dull thud.
Yun Yang looked at Su Linzhou with an innocent and bewildered expression.
"Oh dear, Minister Su, didn't you say you were out of bullets?"
How did he die?
[Sister Yang! You're truly my only sister! That was an amazing move!]
[Not only that, Fu Xiaoting's favorability towards the host has rebounded to 60%!]
[And you avenged Fu Xiaojun's mother's death! He saw it all, and his favorability towards the host has reached 100%!]
The system's voice cracked with excitement.
The loving fatherly expression on Su Linzhou's face froze completely.
He stared at Yun Yang, his eyes filled with shock and scrutiny, but not with anger.
A few seconds later, he actually laughed again.
"Hehe, he's just unlucky. He didn't check the almanac before he went out."
This girl.
Ruthless and decisive!
He could almost imagine how wonderful it would feel to have such a vibrant and powerful heart beating in his chest!
He reached into his suit pocket, looked at Yun Yang, and gave a mysterious smile.
"However, I still have a bomb here."
Do you want it?
Fu Xiaoting's expression instantly tightened to the extreme, and he pulled Yun Yang behind him again.
The bodyguards inside the Owl Garden were all on high alert.
Su Linzhou slowly took out...
Two playing cards.
The King and the Little King.
"A royal flush, wanna go?"
Yun Yang: "..."
Fu Xiaoting: "..."
Everyone present: "..."
Yun Yang peeked out from behind Fu Xiaoting with a blank expression.
"I can't afford it."
I'm impressed.
Young people can tolerate abstract concepts, but why is there also dark soy sauce?
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