"Later, Tao Jing used a gun, but the bullet was caught by Zhou Yuan with one hand!"
"What?"
Boom boom boom!
The Zhou family was shocked, and their eyes widened.
Zhou Yuan single-handedly entered the underground entertainment city?
Yang Xiping asked anxiously: "What happened next?"
Zhou Huaili took a deep breath: "Later, people from the God of War Department led by Dian Jun arrived. And Tao Jing also admitted that he had killed his third brother, so Tao Jing was killed directly."
"His head is now in front of the third brother's grave!"
Zhou Zhiguo was fidgeting after being shaken one after another, and his whole body seemed extremely trembling.
He always thought that the third child died of illness, but he never expected that there would be such a big reason in the end.
"This Tao Jing, it's not a pity to kill my son!" Zhou Zhiguo slapped his hand on the table, furious.
"Brother, so what happened in the underground entertainment city today was caused by Zhou Yuan?" Zhou Yunhui said.
"Yes, Zhou Yuan wanted to avenge his father and killed Tao Jing. Many people died today, all of them were Tao Jing's remnants!" Zhou Huaili said.
The Zhou family was shocked.
At this time, Zhou Zhiguo stood up and walked outside.
Zhou Huaili said quickly: "Dad, where are you going?"
Zhou Zhiguo didn't answer, took the car keys and left Zhou's house.
...
By this time, it was already late at night.
The cemetery in Yancheng was desolate and silent, with the moonlight shining slightly, illuminating the place dimly.
And deep in the cemetery, there was a person standing right now.
The moonlight reflected the man's shadow.
This person is none other than Zhou Yuan!
Zhou Yuan drove to this place after waiting for Li Qingwu to fall asleep.
Standing in front of Zhou Heng's tombstone, Zhou Yuan didn't say a word, quietly thinking about everything that happened to him and his father back then.
Tao Jing's head is now placed on the ground in front of Zhou Heng's monument, contained in an eight-treasure box.
While Zhou Yuan was standing quietly, a car slowly stopped outside the cemetery.
Zhou Zhiguo, dressed in a suit, walked in from outside.
From afar, Zhou Zhiguo saw Zhou Yuan standing in front of the grave, looking a little surprised.
Zhou Zhiguo didn't expect that Zhou Yuan would still be here at such a late hour.
"You're here?"
Feeling the footsteps behind him, Zhou Yuan suddenly spoke.
Zhou Zhiguo was slightly stunned, but he also heard that these words were said by Zhou Yuanchong himself.
Zhou Zhiguo stopped not far from Zhou Yuan and said, "Can't I come?"
Zhou Yuan turned around after hearing this, and his eyes met Zhou Zhiguo's.
At this time, Zhou Yuan couldn't help but smile and said: "What surprises me is not whether you can come here. It's that you can still remember him after so many years."
"He is my son, how could I forget him?" Zhou Zhiguo yelled angrily.
"son?"
Zhou Yuan was amused for a while: "You still know that he is your son? I think what you remember is not this son, but the kind of life he has brought to you."
"Zhou Zhiguo, do you really still miss him in your heart?"
"Try your conscience and think about it, is he your son?" Zhou Yuan asked.