In Jiawei, one-third of an acre of land, Meng Hengtai is the king!
But now, Jiang Zhihao was like a giant hammer attacking a city, easily hammering open the city gate, and the soldier guarding the gate died tragically on the spot.
He instinctively raised his hand, pointed at Jiang Zhihao, and said tremblingly: "You, how dare you..."
Before he finished speaking, Dai Donglai felt severe pain in his arm. When he looked over, he saw that half of his arm was gone.
Blood spurted out like a fountain. He was stunned for a few seconds, then screamed while holding his arms.
A ruthless character came to him at some point, and the sharp blade in his hand was already placed on Dai Donglai's neck.
With just a little force, this iron-cutting knife would cut off his head.
Feeling the cold on his neck, Dai Donglai did not hesitate at all, let alone the pain in his arms. He fell to his knees with a thud and cried bitterly: "Mr. Jiang, I know I was wrong, please don't kill me.
.....My uncle has a very good relationship with you. For his sake, please spare my life. I promise I will never do it again!"
Jiang Zhihao had already walked to him. When he heard Dai Donglai's words, he paused slightly, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Dai Chongshan.
"Let's talk to your uncle." Jiang Zhihao handed the phone to him.
Dai Donglai was overjoyed and shouted quickly: "Uncle! Save me, please help me beg Mr. Jiang, he..."
Jiang Zhihao didn't give him a chance to say more. He picked up the phone and said, "He can only beg for mercy. I'm afraid he doesn't have any last words to say."
Dai Chongshan's difficult voice came from the mobile phone: "Mr. Jiang, can you please spare his life for my sake? I have no children, so I am counting on him to inherit the family property..."
"Don't you feel ashamed that such a person inherits your family property? It's better to find another heir." After Jiang Zhihao said that, he hung up the phone and whispered one word: "Kill."
He raised the knife and dropped it. Dai Donglai's mouth opened. He still maintained a posture of begging for mercy, but his head had already fallen to the ground.
His face was full of fear, despair, and deep regret.
Why would I provoke him...
He gradually lost consciousness, and his despairing eyes completely lost their luster.
The knife hand controlled the direction very well and did not let the blood spurt out on Jiang Zhihao.
Ten kilometers away, Dai Chongshan was sweating all over, sitting on the sofa with a pale face, and uttered some unclear words.
His intuition told him that Dai Donglai was dead and no one in this world could save him.
At that moment, he thought about calling the police.
The only heir is dead, Jiang Zhihao must be captured!
However, when his wife walked in with her adopted child to greet him, the adopted son stood timidly two meters away from him and shouted: "Dad, this is a painting I drew, can you see it?"
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Seeing the pitiful appearance of his adopted son, Dai Chongshan suddenly woke up.
Jiang Zhihao could make the plane return and dare to break into Meng Hengtai's villa to kill people. His background was beyond what he could have imagined.
At the very least, Dai Chongshan believed that he could not even do the first step, and those who could do it were not ordinary people.
If he calls the police, can he really catch Jiang Zhihao? Or will he bring himself a formidable enemy that he cannot afford to offend?
Seeing the drastic change in the expression on her husband's face, the wife asked doubtfully: "Chongshan, what's wrong with you? Your face looks so ugly."
Dai Chongshan clenched his hands. Finally, he let out a long sigh and did not tell what happened to Dai Dong. Instead, he waved to his adopted son.
Hugging his adopted son who only dared to come here after a long time, Dai Chongshan said in a deep voice: "From now on, you will be my biological son. From now on, I will educate you personally!"