When the fourth young master Fubang walked out of the conference room with a frown, he saw Park Ji-jing gathering his hands in a hurry.
He grabbed someone and asked, and soon he had to find out the matter.
While he was calling, Park Ji-jeong also received a call from her father.
On the phone, there was no Park Ji-kun's usual care voice, only a scream that stopped abruptly.
This made Park Ji-jing extremely angry and heart-wrenching.
She immediately located her father's cell phone location and then mobilized the guards to kill him.
No matter who the other party is, she will never die if she dares to hurt her father.
The fourth young master Fubang thought for a while and followed.
"It's okay, uncle won't be fine!"
In the forward convoy, the fourth young master Fubang comforted Park Ji-jeong with soft voice:
"He has so many gunmen under his command, and he is also first-class in his skills, so it is difficult for ordinary people to hurt him."
He reminded him: "Don't lose your composure, otherwise you will be trapped by the enemy."
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan!"
Park Ji-jing grabbed the fourth young master Fubang's hand tightly: "I'm worried that Ye Fan will attack him!"
"My father made a harsh statement at the police station. He must seek revenge on him and Tang Ruoxue. Ye Fan might do it first!"
She already knew about the life and death between the Park family and Ye Fan.
"Ye Fan was being stared at by me. He has been in the Jin Garden without any movement."
The fourth young master Fubang smiled gently: "It should be impossible for him to attack and kill your father."
"If it weren't for his master's actions, it would be difficult for ordinary people to hurt their uncle."
"Also, don't forget that my uncle has heavy weapons in his car, Gatlin and grenades, everything, who dares to provoke for no reason?"
He has confidence in his words.
Park Ji-kun is also a dog they raise. If they can be bitten to death by someone, how can they protect their interests?
Over the years, they not only arranged a well-trained gold medal guard for Park Ji-kun, but also made a small transformation of Park Ji-kun to make him have the ability to protect himself.
So the fourth young master of Fubang believes that Park Jikun will not have any trouble.
After hearing these words, Park Ji-jing felt much more at ease. Yes, her father is also a person who has experienced great storms, so how could he be easily hurt?
Moreover, he is an insecure person and carries heavy weapons all year round.
Three years ago, he was surrounded by a team of mercenaries, but before he could attack his father with all his strength, he was beaten to pieces by his father holding Gatlin.
Thinking of this, Park Ji-jeong was much more at ease, but no one answered the number he redialed.
"Woo--"
Half an hour later, the convoy approached Park Manor.
Although it was already a cold night and the bad intention of the rain was suppressed, Park Ji-jeong and Fu Bang's fourth young master still smelled a turbid smell from afar.
The smell came from Park Manor with the cold wind, and the forward convoy stumbled slightly.
Everyone's face became ugly because they all knew it was bloody.
The Park elite felt a chill in his heart.
They knew very well that if they died as outsiders, the manor guards had already cleaned up the blood.
It is now rich and scattered. It is obvious that the death is very likely to be no outsider or outsider. It is clear who the deceased is.
Moreover, the Park Manor, which has always been brightly lit, has no lights tonight, and even the street lights have not been on.
The entire castle was lying on the ground in black, looking like a big monster that just devoured people.
Park Ji-jing's heart sank: "Hurry, go in."
The convoy directly knocked open the door and rushed into the manor without any movement.
With the headlights, the Fourth Young Master Fubang glanced at the doorstep and saw no sign of Park's guards.
The soil near the booth turned aurora.
This is the color of blood precipitation.
He took out his cell phone and went out with a text message.
"Dad, dad!"
In three minutes, Park's convoy was standing in front of the main building, with all the lights on, illuminating the entire building, making the vision clear.
Then, the car door opened, and countless Park elites rushed out, pulling out their weapons and approaching the gate.
The fourth young master Fubang also made a gesture, and a team of retired Pentagon personnel dispersed, occupying the commanding heights to examine the dark Park Manor.
The bloody handprints on the gate, the blood sputtered from the walls, and the dropped guns and daggers all indicate that there was a bloody incident in the manor.
Everyone was facing a great enemy.
"father!"
Park Ji-jeong also got out of the car door and rushed towards the door in a hurry.
The fourth young master Fubang grabbed her with quick eyes and hands: "Don't be impulsive!"
As he turned his head, several elite Park soldiers stepped forward, turned on the flashlight, pushed open the door, and turned on the headlight.
They confirmed that there was no danger before shouting: "Safe!"
Park Ji-jin broke free from the fourth young master Fubang and rushed into the hall with his hands and feet.
At first glance, she just glanced at her and fell to the ground straight.
In the extremely luxurious hall, there were dozens of corpses of manor guards, one next to the other, arranged neatly.
On the valuable Italian sand, there were more than a dozen Park masters who had lost their vitality.
Everyone's throat is pinched.
Perhaps it was because he died shortly after he died, and every corpse was vivid.
The shock, pain, anger on their faces were clearly displayed in front of Park Ji-jeong and the others.
A man in suit sat in the middle of Italian sand, his eyes as big as a gong, facing the open Park door.
But that hideous face had become stiff at this moment, and there were still a lot of blood.
Park Ji-kun!
Although dozens of people poured into the hall, Park's elite still felt endless chills.
Their stomach is in pain.
Too cruel and too domineering!
"father!"
Park Ji-jeong dragged her legs forward, with a feeling of sorrow.
She rushed up and hugged her father: "Dad, who killed you? Who killed you?"
Park Ji-kun didn't react at all, and kept staring at his eyes, his body still had warmth, but he never spoke again.
"Wisdom and quiet, be mournful and follow changes!"
The fourth young master Fubang came over and patted the woman on the shoulder and spoke:
"Crying is useless, the most urgent thing is to find the murderer."
"Only by killing the murderer is the greatest comfort to Mr. Park."
A fierce intention flashed in his eyes, and he was very angry that the murderer killed Park Ji-kun, the lackey, and he was simply beating the dog without looking at the owner.
"Dad! Have a good journey!"
Park Ji-jeong was also very strong, wiped away her tears and said, "I will definitely avenge you, I will definitely find the murderer to kill!"
"No matter who the other party is, I will never let them go!"
Park Ji-jeong vowed to heaven to seek justice.
What else is more painful than losing two close relatives in one day?
The surroundings became quiet unknowingly, as if the wind blowing in the doors and windows had stopped, and Park's elite were also infected by Park Ji-jeong's emotions.
The flames of hatred rose in their eyes, and they all shouted:
"Take revenge! Take revenge!"
"I will let the murderer bury you with."
At this time, Park Ji-jeong stroked his father's eyes, allowing him to rest in peace: "You are waiting for me!"
"Come here, move all the bodies to the side hall and send someone to guard me!"
"When I take down Ye Fan and the others, I will give them a grand funeral."
Park Ji-jeong ordered the bodies of her father and others to be carried away.
Several elite Park elites came forward respectfully and carefully lifted Park Ji-kun up.
Just with this lift, a fishing line was pulled out from Park Ji-kun's buttocks.
There is a rosy ring hanging at one end of the fishing line.
Underneath, a small black object popped up, as if it had just been born.
"careful!"
Fu Bang Si's face changed drastically when he saw this. He roared and threw Park Ji-jing and rolled out.
The next second, the hall exploded with a bang, and more than a dozen Park elites were blown up...
Heavy casualties!
The fourth young master Fubang, who had a gray face, spit out a mouthful of blood and roared: