Six hundred and twenty-nine The mastermind behind the scenes
Between the third master who had always been loyal and his son, the middle-aged man finally chose his son.
No matter how loyal the middle-aged man appears to be to the so-called third master, the facts cannot deceive anyone.
Seeing that the big ship of the Third Master was in danger of sinking, the middle-aged man's first reaction was to send his son off the ship.
He was not sure whether the police would track him down, and he was even less sure whether he could escape.
If he can't escape, then this matter must not drag his son into the water.
The middle-aged man stared at his son's face, intently and thoughtfully, for a full minute.
He seemed to be thinking a lot this minute, but also seemed to be thinking nothing at all.
In the end, he didn't say anything and walked into the house in silence.
After entering the house, the middle-aged man began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, and soon he packed up a large bundle of things.
Looking at the things he had packed away, the middle-aged man had a complicated expression on his face. These things were originally planned to be given to his son when he grew older and started a family, but now it seems that he can no longer wait for that day.
Forget it, I’ll give it sooner or later anyway, so I might as well give it now.
I just hope that my son can grow up after this incident and not fall into this pit again.
After a while, the middle-aged man put all the things he had packed into his son's arms, and told him not to show up during this period, let alone come to look for him. If he survives this disaster, he will look for him.
Looking at his son who still didn't know the seriousness of the matter, the middle-aged man was very worried and kept telling him: "Don't come to me during this period. Remember, no matter what happens, just live your life well."
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Seeing his father's appearance at this time, the young man suddenly became a little scared and began to reflect on what he had done for the first time.
"Dad! Did I do something wrong?"
"It's okay, dad can handle it." The middle-aged man patted his son's back and tried to comfort him. Even now, he still couldn't bear to blame his son.
"Okay, no matter how big the deal is, it's worth your while to pee like a cat, and you're not afraid of people laughing at you.
Dad, it's okay, please go back quickly.
Dad will go find you in a while, and then we will be able to live an honest life."
The middle-aged man smiled as he spoke, obviously thinking of that beautiful scene.
"Really?" the young man asked in disbelief. He was naive, but not stupid. His father's reaction and behavior today made what he said had little credibility.
"Really, dad can still lie to you, go back quickly!" The middle-aged man sent his son away from the back door as always, and waved goodbye to his son who kept looking back, looking happy and happy.
But after the young man turned the corner, the middle-aged man's expression changed instantly.
Thinking of the words he had learned from his son, the middle-aged man's face suddenly became as fierce as a ghost, his eyes were full of hatred, veins popped up on his clenched fists, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "
What a brother!
Lao You, you are really my good brother.
You are really good!
You are trying to push my son out as a shield!"
If Lao You was in front of a middle-aged man at this time, the middle-aged man might not be able to help but pinch him by the neck and ask him what he can't do to him, why he wants to treat himself like this, and wants to destroy his son like this.
If he hadn't begged for mercy for him again and again in front of the third master, the grass on his grave would be more than three feet high now.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is his savior, but this is how he treats his savior.
It was clear that the Third Master had ordered him to find someone to kill those who were arrested. He had so many people under his command, so he couldn't find anyone, so he found his own son, and deceived his son by saying that he was doing this to solve his own troubles.
The middle-aged man knew his son's temperament. If Lao You hadn't said this was for himself, his son would definitely not have gotten involved in this matter.
So this is all Lao You’s fault!
The middle-aged man looked at the sky vainly and murmured to himself: "Since you are unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust!
This matter started with you, and it will end with you."
After making up his mind, the middle-aged man approached Fangfang, opened a closet on the side, stepped hard on the bottom of the closet, and then saw a door appearing behind the closet.
The middle-aged man followed the door into a secret passage, walked along the secret passage for a short distance, and came to the small courtyard where the third master was.
The old man in the courtyard was a little surprised at the man's arrival: "Why are you here?"
The middle-aged man walked up to the old man and reported to him respectfully: "Third Master, the matter has been settled."
The old man nodded, a little surprised at the speed of doing things, and asked with a little curiosity: "Who did it?"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and then he spit out another name from his mouth.
"It's him! I didn't expect him to have such ability. It seems I underestimated him before."
After knowing who it was, the old man stopped worrying about this topic and asked instead: "How is the progress of the thing I asked you to do?"
After listening to the old man's words, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly replied: "Third Master, the thing you ordered is almost done, and the transaction will be possible soon, but..."
The man said as he looked embarrassed.
"Just what? Is there anything else that I can't know?" After hearing this, the old man's face also darkened. What he hates most in his life is things that he cannot control, whether it is people or things.
Son.
When he was young, he could still control his desire for control, but at this age, his body is gradually aging and death is getting closer. At this time, anything out of his control will make him crazy, and he will suspect that his authority is threatened.
"This..." Having been with the third master for so many years, the middle-aged man obviously knew where his pain point was. The more he hesitated and refused to speak out, the angrier the third master became, and the more he felt that things were out of his depth.
Take control.
"Say!" The old man's face was gloomy and terrifying, staring at the middle-aged man, as if he would take out a gun and kill everyone who opposed him in the next second.
Feeling the murderous aura emanating from the old man's body, the middle-aged man stiffened and suddenly felt that his previous plan had underestimated the other party.
The Third Master is old, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and he is still not someone he can control.
But when things got to this point, he could only move forward for the sake of his son.
Now the middle-aged man can only pray that the third master will not pay attention to some small details in his anger, will not doubt himself, who has been with him for so many years, and will not arrange for others to check.
Success or failure lies in this one move, you can only succeed but not fail!
