The sky was covered with black and the night was endless. Following the orders from the head of the Tang Sect, all the Tang Sect members went out one after another, sneaked into the urban area of Chengdu and rushed towards the Xiwan Villas located on the Second Ring Road.
At 20:01 at night, the small group of woods outside the villa where Yan Xiaolan was located was already densely packed with people from the Tang Sect. As soon as they received instructions, they would rush into the villa at all costs and kill Yan Xiaolan.
Xiaolan's corpse will be cut into thousands of pieces, anyone who stands in his way will die!
The villa was filled with Yan's cars and bodyguards hired temporarily at a high price. Just now, he had already spoken to his wife's family on the phone. The other party wanted Yan Xiaolan's death, and there was no room for negotiation. Except for
In addition, Mrs. Yan Er also told Yan Cheyu on the phone to stay out of the matter, otherwise he would be killed without mercy, completely ignoring the love between husband and wife for a hundred days.
What a cruel woman, Yan Che and now her intestines are filled with regret.
After pondering for a while, Yan Cheyu dialed the number of his son Yan Feifei, who was in high school in the United States.
"Dududu——"
After several rings, Yan Feifan's childish yet arrogant and domineering voice finally came through the phone. Yan Cheyu held the phone, feeling extremely heavy.
Is this still my son? Is there any son in the world who talks to me like this? Yan Cheyu hung up the phone with trembling hands. He became top-heavy and erratic. After taking a few steps, he fell to the ground with a snap.
Seeing Yan Cheyu's pitiful appearance, Yan Xiaolan's sympathy overflowed. After struggling with her thoughts for three seconds, she walked over and reached out to help Yan Cheyu up.
"You will not live if you do it yourself!" Yan Cheyu, who was helped up by Yan Xiaolan, said these words repeatedly, and scenes from the past kept flashing in his mind.
How could she do this to herself? Why did he treat his mother like this? Why were they his closest relatives? There seemed to be a confusion between Yan Che and his head. The past pampering and pampering of his wife finally turned into something.
It has become the consequences of today.
"Uncle, you'd better leave this matter alone."
Yan Xiaolan thought about it for a long time, and finally called Yan Che and uncle. There was deep family affection hidden in this "uncle", and Yan Che and Yan naturally shed tears of joy after hearing this.
Now, on the one hand, he has a wife who has been sleeping with him for many years and suddenly turned against him, and on the other hand, he is his only bloodline in the world, his biological eldest brother who was once very kind to him. This is really difficult for Yan Che and Yan Che.
"You have already acknowledged me as your uncle. If your uncle doesn't care, how can you feel at ease?" Yan Cheyu took a deep look at Yan Xiaolan and made a difficult choice.
At this time, nearly half an hour had passed quietly. The Tang Sect members lurking in the woods outside the villa were all ready to go!
"who?"
Suddenly, Tang Shuanglei, the leader of the Tang Sect group, let out a surprised sound. A ghostly figure floated over the heads of the Tang Sect members one by one like a gauze scarf.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
As several deep and thick painful groans sounded, as loud as the buzzing of mosquitoes, several members of the Tang Sect fell to the ground inexplicably, died, and went to report to King Yama.
"Who? If you have the ability, you come out and keep your head hidden. How can you be considered a hero?" Tang Shuanglei said loudly again, but the surroundings were still quiet and there was no response.
The night was eerily quiet, and coupled with the body of the brother who had just died instantly lying on the ground, the shadow of death immediately enveloped the entire small group of woods.
At this time, all the Tang Sect members were 120,000 times more alert. They all opened their eyes wide, not daring to blink, and looked around vigilantly. Those pairs of eyes full of fear, in the darkness,
, like a night owl who has been targeted by a hunter, he is in panic all day long!