When everyone realized there was danger nearby, they immediately became alert out of fear.
Chen Qingyun looked down at his leather shoes splattered with blood, his mouth twitching with fear: "Put down the gun!"
Like that man, the heads of several men with guns exploded and they became headless corpses.
"I've already reminded you that if you point at the head of the Han family patriarch, you won't survive." Han Ningchu said calmly.
Chen Xintong's face turned pale, and she licked her dry lips: "Senior sister, don't..."
She walked towards Chen Xintong in high heels and chuckled, "After all, I'm a weak woman, so it's reasonable for me to have a few bodyguards around me, right?"
"Little sister, I should actually make you an orphan today."
Han Ningchu raised the corner of his mouth and flicked Chen Xintong's forehead lightly: "But since you called me sister a few times today, I will let your father go."
He passed by the bewildered Chen Xintong and said with disdain, "A low-level killer scared you like this."
She turned around, showed a gentle smile, and whispered: "What do you have to snatch my man?"
Looking at Han Ningchu's back, Chen Xintong felt that she had suffered the most serious psychological blow in her life.
Although what she said was harsh, she seemed unable to refute it at all.
Seeing Han Ningchu's back disappear, Chen Qingyun dared to comfort him: "Don't listen to her nonsense, Xintong."
"If you like it, you have to grab it... Even if you don't like it, you have to grab it. What's wrong with my daughter?"
After finishing speaking, Chen Qingyun immediately squatted down and looked around nervously.
I was afraid of being shot in the head and becoming a headless corpse.
"Oh... Never mind, let's go back. Let's take it one step at a time."
Chen Qingyun's face instantly became a little vicissitudes, and he waved to the secretary: "Book a plane ticket for me. I'll go to Tianjing City to see Mr. Zhu tomorrow."
He looked up at the sky and sighed, "Now we can only place all our hopes on Mr. Zhu."
...
Nanmen family.
The old patriarch, Nanmen Shuo, called Nanmen Hu into the study, stared coldly at his son in front of him without saying a word, and became more and more angry as he looked at him.
Nanmen Hu, frightened by the glare, lowered his head and did not dare to look his father in the eye.
He tapped his fingers on the table again and again, and finally spoke after a long time:
"I really am getting more and more confused, Nanmen Hu. Are you my son? Why do you call me such a stranger?"
He stood up and paced back and forth restlessly, pointing at Nanmen Hu and gritting his teeth: "You are really good, kid!"
"Do you think your eldest brother Nanmen Zhen is not as good as you and want to take the position of the head of the family yourself?"
Nanmen Hu shook his head timidly and whispered, "No. I have always felt that my elder brother is more suitable to be the head of the family than me."
"Then why did you call Zhu Mo here? Isn't it obvious that you want to force me to abdicate?"
"Do you want me to quickly call Zhu Qing and let the two brothers fight. If Zhu Qing wins, he will be the head of Nanmen Town, and if Zhu Mo wins, you will be the head?"
There was a strong sense of sarcasm in Nanmen Shuo's old eyes, as if he wanted to see through Nanmen Hu's inner thoughts with his eyes that were full of vicissitudes of life and experience.
With a bitter smile, Nanmen Hu said softly, "Dad, today is my birthday. It's not too much to invite my friends to come, right?"
"Look!"
Nanmen Shuo came closer and laughed, "Admit it, right? You and Zhu Mo are good friends. What can two notorious people plan together?"
"Are you going to massacre my Nanmen family?"
The voice is loud and clear.
Nanmen Hu was so frightened that he knelt down in front of Nanmen Shuo and burst into tears: "Dad! What are you talking about?"
"Don't you know what kind of person your son is? To be honest, you let me go to the Red Sun Country to do such a dangerous mission... Although you asked my eldest brother to go with me, you let me make the decision."
"If I hadn't met Master Zhu Mo, I would have definitely become a traitor who cooperated with the Red Sun people. Do you really treat me as your son?"
Nanmen Hu cried even more sadly: "Even tigers won't eat their own cubs. Father, you are such a disappointment."
"Hey, what are you talking about?"
Nanmen Shuo went forward to pull Nanmen Hu up, and with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face, he coughed twice and said, "Forget it, it's only for tonight. I don't care if you have any contact with Zhu Mo in the future, just don't bring him home again."
"Let's go celebrate my birthday."
"Yes..." Nanmen Hu choked and pushed the door open.
As soon as he walked out of the door, the tears in his eyes stopped immediately, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You have cheated your son all your life, it shouldn't be too much to let your son cheat you once, right?"
The cowardly look on his face was completely gone, instead revealing a hint of ruthlessness.
Nanmen Hu took advantage of his birthday to find Zhu Mo.
But as soon as Zhu Mo entered the door, he seemed to be unwelcome by the family members.
Of course, everyone still had a smiling, hospitable look on their faces, but behind their backs they were pointing fingers at Nanmen Hu and Zhu Mo, and never said a good word about them.
Of course, Nanmen Town became even more anxious after learning about this, and sent many of its own people to guard outside Nanmen Hu's room.
Today is Nanmen Hu’s birthday.
On this day, no one from the entire Nanmen family came to celebrate except for a few people close to him.
Even if it's just to say a simple blessing.
He is like a marginal person in the family, no one cares about him, like a plague god, people want to avoid him.
Returning to the room, Nanmenhu closed the door tightly.
Nanmen Yue's face was full of worry: "Dad, what did grandpa say?"
"Nothing much to say, we just need to have a simple celebration. I'm already old, why would I want to celebrate my birthday?"
Although he said that, Nanmen Hu couldn't help but smile when he looked at the big cake on the table.
"Yes, that's what I said. But there's nothing we can do. The cake was brought by Zhu Mo. It would be a waste if we don't eat it, right?" Nanmen Yue said with a silly smile.
She couldn't help but stretched out her claws to the cake, but was slapped away by Zhu Mo.
"You dead girl, you're even worse than a outsider." He glared at Nanmen Yue unhappily and sat down in the main seat.
He cast a grateful look at Zhu Mo beside him: "Thank you, Master Zhu Mo. I didn't expect that a small figure like me from the Nanmen family would have a master from the Zhu family come to celebrate my birthday."
"Uncle Hu underestimates me. Is the head of the Nanmen family still a small figure?" Zhu Mo's mouth curled up slightly.
This time, Nanmen Hu did not timidly say that he did not have that idea as usual.
Instead, his eyes were filled with determination, and he nodded firmly and replied: "You are right. After today, I will no longer be a small figure."
He knew that if he succeeded tonight, he would be bound to Zhu Mo forever.
By then, the Nanmen family will become the first top force to openly support Zhu Mo.
"Tonight, there are four saints and seven quasi-saints in the Nanmen family. Almost all of the strongest fighters in the Nanmen family are here."
Nanmen Hu said in a deep voice, and he couldn't help but feel a headache when he thought about it.
There is a huge gap in combat power between the two sides, and this battle does not seem to be that easy to fight.
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