The subordinate was on the verge of crying, as if he knew that from this moment on, he and Cui Lie would be farewell forever.
"Go away! I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, otherwise I will die!"
Cui Lie's eyes were so red that he looked like he was going crazy.
The subordinate did not hesitate any longer, pulling Yang Chunlan, who was already showing signs of dizziness due to fear and nervousness, with one hand, and Bai Zhi with the other, and ran towards the big car desperately.
I stumbled along the way and almost fell down several times.
"Oh, can you escape?"
Director Cuntou and others have already dealt with the remaining subordinates of Cui Lie and are about to chase Cui Lie as if they were nothing.
Bang bang bang!
"Fuck your mother!"
"Fuck! Kill me if you dare!"
Cui Lie pulled the trigger, roared wildly, with a wild look in his eyes, and emptied the magazine in a few seconds.
He was as strong as a director-level figure, but after all, he was not a strong person like the Tianjiao on the Huashen List. He would definitely not be able to prevent the lethality of the bullets just by relying on breath defense. He was forced to dodge with his body.
A matter of life and death!
In just such a short time, the engine sound sounded behind me, and the car roared away.
Cui Lie then laughed wildly, threw away the gunfire, panted heavily, endured the severe pain that began to surge up, and looked up at the clouds.
"Mr. Bai, Mr. Cui has not betrayed your trust..."
The madness on his face gradually dissipated, and a relieved smile appeared.
At this time, several shadows came over me, like dark clouds.
A look looked down at him, like a god of death. The next second, the look of the inch-headed director changed, his murderous intent was cold, and he raised his foot and stepped on it.
Cui Lie's chest was dented by the trampling, and his head and feet bounced up. However, there was no pain on his face, but a kind of relief.
His eyes were still staring at the sky, but gradually, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed...
Pictures flashed through my mind quickly, pictures of childhood, youth, and the years when I followed Bai Che...
"Mr. Bai..."
After spitting out three words, his breath gradually became weaker and the light in his eyes completely dissipated...
In Zhonghai, the phone rang and bad news came.
On the other end of the phone, her mother, Yang Chunlan, was crying loudly. Every word she spoke was like a knife, which made Bai Che feel like a knife was cutting through her heart. She couldn't sleep or eat well.
The great sense of crisis in his life shrouded him, almost swallowing him up.
Compared with his own crisis, the fact that his close relatives were hunted down caused a slight change in his mentality.
It was this change that gave him different ideas about all judgments and decisions regarding the overall situation of Hualong Pavilion.
The Ivy Sect and his closest relatives are his final bottom line.
If you cannot protect both of these, and are implicated, and may even lose your life, then the brand-new Hualong Pavilion, Master's legacy, etc. must be put aside first.
"Mom, it'll be fine! I'm fine here too. Don't cry yet. Xiaozhi is still young. Comfort her so as not to leave a psychological shadow on her. Just leave the rest to me."
He suppressed his mood, comforted his mother as calmly as possible, and then hung up the phone.
Cui Lie's subordinate was quite flexible. After escaping from the danger, he went straight to the Tang family.
With the current size of the Tang family, even if those director-level figures understood the situation, they would not be able to act rashly for a while.
Time is tight, and any delay may cause irreparable and painful costs.
The fact that Cui Liege died trying to protect his mother and little sister was like an awl, piercing his heart deeply, but now is not the time to grieve.
He needs to calm down and arrange everything before he considers these things...
Soon, he contacted Mr. Tang, his breathing was slightly heavy, and he was worried that the Tang family had fallen into an encirclement and suppression.
"Mr. Tang, listen! First move my mother and sister to Qianzhou. Yes, the private plane and Zhaozhou Airport flight route are not safe enough in the current situation..."
Non-stop, he acted almost mechanically this time, not daring to make any mistakes.
After that, he directly called Shen Ming on the other side of Qianzhou to inform the other party to help and make sure to complete the resettlement arrangements.
"Bai Che, what exactly is going on? Is the news from my side lagging behind? Didn't the big guys from the Hualong Pavilion Elders Association send people to negotiate with you? This is a good start."