158. Chapter 158 Don’t laugh at other men in the future 20
Chapter 158 Don’t smile at other men in the future (20)
Feng Hao looked at the sharp blade with a trace of bloodthirsty ferocity in his eyes: "My people are not yours to kill if you want."
The trembling woman beside her finally couldn't bear the huge pressure and fell down, begging in a low voice: "Sir, please, sir... I have no choice... I want to divorce him, but he refuses and even threatens me."
My family...he is so old and I am still so young...Sir, if it was you who bought me, I would not do this..."
"Yoshikawa Chiba?" Feng Hao stood up and walked over. The shadow cast by the light enveloped the seemingly weak woman. He stretched out his hand, and the tip of the knife touched the woman's chin, and raised it little by little, "No one forces you to follow.
Yoshikawa, he is old. Didn’t you know that the day you met him? You have gained a lot from him in the past few years, right?"
Chiba burst into tears and was speechless. She was in poverty and her family owed loan sharks. In Ginza, she wanted to sell herself to Feng Hao, who rarely returned to Japan. Unexpectedly, he looked down on her, so she turned to
The elder Yoshikawa.
If it were the man in front of her, she might rather die than betray him!
She was also unwilling to come up with this fatal plan.
"He provides money and you provide people. Since you have chosen this path, you should follow him till the end of your life. If Yoshikawa can't treat you at all, I don't have to come all the way to arrest you." Feng Hao said this, and his tactics
With a slight movement, a stream of red flowed from Chiba's chin along the tip of the knife.
"Sir..." Qianye's eyes widened in horror, looking at Feng Hao, who was as cold as a thousand-year glacier, "Don't...don't kill me..."
She was very scared. Everyone in the Fantasy League knew that the Lord didn't talk much, but he had just said so much to her, and a sense of despair that smelled of death crept into her heart little by little.
She thought that by killing her husband who refused to divorce, she could get rid of him and live her own life.
However, Yoshikawa is an old man in the Fantasy League, and the person who first joined the Fantasy League was Feng Hao's biological father. How could she forget this? That is not a person who can be touched by anyone!
"Then kill this woman and pay for Yoshikawa's life!" Alan's gloomy eyes flashed with blood red, and the delicate pistol was pressed against his thigh.
He was brewing a one-shot victory in his mind, because face to face, he was definitely no match for Feng Hao, and his men were no match for the Fantasy Alliance, but if he killed Feng Hao first by surprise, he should have a chance.
Although the chance is slim, it is worse than nothing after all. Rather than begging for mercy, it is better to give it a try. With a little force, he pressed his index finger on the trigger.
"Yes! Of course you have to pay with your life!" There was a smile on Feng Hao's lips, cold, cruel, and bloodthirsty...
Hearing a swipe sound, Feng Hao turned around with lightning speed, raised the knife and dropped it. The silver knife flashed, and Alan fell to the ground without even humming.
The hand that held the gun tightly released it instantly.
The people in the wooden house didn't see Feng Hao's movements at all, and the life that was alive just now turned into a cold corpse in an instant.
Feng Hao glanced at Alan's men who were standing there dumbly, took the towel handed over by Zhu Huan, wiped the blood on the knife, glanced at the ground with indifference and disdain, and threw the towel contaminated by blood stains on the ground.