"Han, let father go!" Dongfang Yanye shouted anxiously
"Let him go, hahaha... You said let him go, how is that possible? Today is the day he will die!" Mu Zehan's face was ferocious, and he quickly took out an exquisite gold-plated revolver from his pocket.
The small pistol was pointed at the dying Dongfang Yao. He gave this to himself, and he was going to use this gun to end his life today.
"Han, don't get excited, calm down, we can talk about anything!" Dongfang Yanye shouted.
"There is nothing to talk about, unless you die for him, will you?" Mu Zehan's sexy thin lips evoked a cold and bloodthirsty smile
"I do!" Dongfang Yanye quickly agreed without thinking.
Mu Zehan was startled. He actually died for this man. Wasn't he equally indifferent to him?
"Ye, Han, it was my father's fault. I neglected you. It's my fault!" Suddenly, Old Dongfang Yao burst into tears, and his desolate and sad cry echoed throughout the main hall.
"It's so noisy, come here, plug his mouth!" Mu Zehan gave an order, and someone stuffed a rag into Dongfang Yao's mouth to make him unable to speak.
"Han, all the shares of Dongfang Group including the position of leader of the Shenying Gang are given to you. Please let your father go!" Dongfang Yanye said sincerely, as if he had made up his mind.
"Huh, this is what I deserve, you don't need to give it to me!" Mu Zehan glanced at him contemptuously.
Now the two have entered a stalemate, and Mu Zehan's pistol has been pointed at Dongfang Yanye, and he has no intention of putting it down yet.
Suddenly, a petite figure came into Mu Zehan's eyes, and his eyes instantly became gentler.
When Su Zhuoer looked at the scene in front of her, her eyes widened in surprise, "Han, don't hurt Ye, put down the gun!" She shouted anxiously while running.
Mu Zehan's eyes suddenly became bloodthirsty. She actually cared about him so much that she even told herself not to hurt him. An unreasonable anger surged from his heart, making him lose his mind in an instant.
And just when Dongfang Yanye was about to turn around to see Su Zhuoer, Mu Zehan pulled the trigger without hesitation. Yes, as long as he died, she would be his, forever!
"No...!" Su Zhuoer tore her throat and shouted. Tears had already blurred her eyes, but it was still too late. Dongfang Yanye looked at her and covered her chest and slowly fell to the ground.
The world was spinning. Su Zhuoer no longer remembered how she came to Dongfang Yanye. She only remembered that she hugged him and cried loudly. There was blood everywhere. She desperately pressed on his wound where blood kept pouring out.
His blood was everywhere on her arms and body, and then she felt dizzy before her eyes, and fell unconscious next to him...
When Mu Zehan came to his senses, he fell straight to the ground and threw the gun far away. He looked at the two people lying on the ground in horror. Did I kill my brother?
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"It's not me, it's not me..." He muttered the same words incoherently and staggered out...