Sang Tingyu's pupils shrank severely, and his whole body was filled with violence.
"Fu Yancheng!!"
Fu Yancheng's face was very quiet, and his tone was cold and almost ruthless.
"Think about it before you answer. As I said, I don't have much patience. If Sheng Mian dies, all of you will have no hope of living."
As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into silence.
Several cars stopped behind Fu Yancheng's car, and those who got out were Xie Feng, Sang Qi, and some professionally trained bodyguards.
When Xie Feng saw the scene in front of him, he immediately advised: "Yancheng, calm down first."
But Fu Yancheng didn't listen to anyone's words and just looked at Sangjiu.
"Where is Sheng Mian?"
Sang Tingyu was also a little anxious. Others might be joking when they said such crazy things, but if Fu Yancheng said it, he must be serious.
If Sheng Mian died, no one at the scene would survive.
Fu Yancheng is obviously a little crazy.
"Xiaojiu, tell him quickly where Sheng Mian is and don't make any nonsense, otherwise no one can save you."
Sang Jiu's shoulders were all shot through, one bullet in one side. She was in so much pain that she wanted to scream.
But the dark muzzle was pointed at her temple again, as if if she said one more nonsense, she would confess here.
"Brother! Brother, help! Second brother, second brother, wuwuwu, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
Sang Tingyu took a deep breath and comforted her, "Did you take Shengmian away?"
Sang Jiu no longer dared to hide it now, and pointed with trembling fingers not far away.
"In the basement, she's in the basement, don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
Seeing her like this, Sang Tingyu felt uncomfortable, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.
He must make Fu Yancheng pay the price.
Fu Yancheng did not let her go, but held her collar with one hand and walked directly in the direction of her finger.
Sang Jiu had never been treated like this in his life. His clothes rubbed against the ground and he felt pain all over his body.
"It hurts, it hurts, let me go, let me go!"
Sang Tinggu followed behind, his face already ugly.
Sang Qi and Xie Feng hurried over, both afraid that something would happen tonight.
Fu Yancheng arrived at the entrance of the basement. After a heavy rain, the blood stains on the grass had disappeared, but the blood stains on the indoor stairs were still there. They were very large and were covered on every step, which was shocking.
Fu Yancheng's whole body was stiff, and he felt the blood stains reflected in his pupils, turning the color of blood.
He grabbed Sangjiu and pushed her down the stairs.
"ah!!"
Sangjiu let out a scream and fell to the bottom.
Sang Tingyu was so angry that he also pulled out his gun and was about to shoot Fu Yancheng.
Sang Qi quickly stopped the person.
"Brother, please calm down."
Sang Tingyu pushed him away.
"Why are you calm, are you just watching Xiaojiu being killed by him?"
But Fu Yancheng seemed not to hear their conversation as he strode down the stairs.
There is no shadow of deep sleep anywhere.
There were sporadic blood stains everywhere. When he remembered that this was Sheng Mian's blood, he wanted to kill Sang Jiu directly.
Sang Jiu hadn't fainted yet, and huddled aside, only feeling scared.
She kept crying, but her cries were trembling under this intense fear.
Fu Yancheng grabbed her by the collar and dragged her up the stairs.
In his eyes, Sangjiu was not a person at all, but a dead thing.
Sang Tingyu gasped hard and pulled the trigger.
But the bullet landed on Sang Jiu's thigh.
Fu Yancheng was so mad that he used mulberry wine to stop bullets.
Sangjiu screamed again and fainted completely this time.
