"These things have nothing to do with her. Even if you hate it, you should hate that man, right?" Jiao Yang struggled to climb the steps step by step, "Du Wei, stop it. If you continue like this, you will
dead!"
"Death?!" Du Wei snorted coldly, "Even if I die, I will drag you to hell with me."
"I know you don't want to die, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here now." Jiao Yang walked up to him.
"Stop, if you come over again I'll shoot!" Du Wei suddenly raised his gun and moved it over, aiming it at him.
"Yangyang!" Jiao Yalin shouted urgently, "Du Wei, don't hurt him. If you want to kill him, kill me!"
"Huh!" Du Wei snorted coldly, "Both of you will die."
There was a loud bang, the door of the living room was pushed open hard, and the Duke of Kent stepped in from the door.
"Du Wei, put down the gun in your hand!" the Duke of Kent shouted.
"That's enough. Stop using your arrogance as a Duke to suppress me. Look carefully. The initiative is now in my hands. Your son, your wife... are all in my hands now..." Du Wei
He moved the gun over and pointed it at the Duke of Kent downstairs, "Even your life is in my hands now. As long as I shoot, bang..."
Bang!
He had just finished speaking when gunfire rang out.
The shooter was not Du Wei, but Jiao Yang. The bullet hit Du Wei's wrist holding the gun. His arm hurt. The gun in his hand immediately fell out of his hand and hit the floor downstairs.
Du Wei was shocked and pushed Jiao Yalin's wheelchair aside. He turned around and rushed to the room behind him.
Jiao Yang rushed forward desperately and grabbed the chair under his mother. Because his injured leg could not be injured, he swayed and was knocked to the ground. The out-of-control computer chair immediately rushed towards the stairs.
"mom!"
"Lin!"
The two men screamed at the same time. Jiao Yang dragged his injured leg to get up. Duke of Kent rushed up from downstairs and rushed towards Jiao Yalin who was sliding towards the stairs. Jiao Yang grabbed the armrest of the chair and Duke of Kent also rushed up.
, holding on to the backrest of the chair, the two wheels of the elevator chair on Jiao Yalin's body had slipped off the steps.
If it were any later, the consequences would be disastrous.
At this time, Du Wei in the room had also rushed to the window, jumped out of the window, rolled on the ground, and after releasing the force of his downward thrust, he stood up and tried to escape.
The figure flashed, and several bodyguards of the Duke of Kent had rushed up, held him at gunpoint, and captured him back into the villa.
downstairs.
Jiao Yang and the Duke of Kent pushed Jiao Yalin back to safety with lingering fear. The Duke of Kent was busy helping her pull the tape on her body, and Jiao Yang grabbed the gun and stood up.
"He can't run away." The Duke of Kent said solemnly.
While they were talking, several bodyguards had already pulled Du Wei in from outside the door, dragged him up the stairs, and threw him in front of the three of them.
"I'm sorry." Du Wei was so scared that he just knelt in front of the three of them, "Sir... no... dad, it's all my fault. Don't kill me. I'm your son..."
"My only son is Jiao Yang." The Duke of Kent tore off the last bit of tape on Jiao Yalin's body, stood up, and looked at Du Wei on the ground, "You are not my son."
Du Wei just pleaded guilty, "Dad, I know I was wrong, but..."
"You are really not my son!" The Duke of Kent looked at Du Wei seriously, "Your father is not me."
