Chapter five hundred and eighty fifth one finger without trace
As the saying goes, parenting is greater than one's own. Kuang Huaxiong never imagined that after spending more than thirty years together, Kuang Huaxiong could not see clearly the true face of this white-eyed wolf. It is simply a great irony. Tool: No ads, full text, more money.
I don’t know who invented it, but since it was invented, countless people who think they are smart are willing to sacrifice everything for it. Family, friendship, and even love, all kinds of sentimental things have become so fucking pretentious when it comes to money.
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Kuang Huaxiong felt sad for a while, and Xu Qing on the side was also a little confused, and he was very confused. Is Kuang Qiu Shuang the old man's fourth daughter? It can't be Jiang Siyu's mother, right? If so, isn't this old man Jiang Siyu's grandfather?
...Sweat, after going around for a while, I found a grandpa for myself. I hope he only has the same name and surname.
Kuang Huaxiong's eyes towards his adopted son became colder and colder, and gradually turned into a look as if he were looking at a stranger, even as Kuang Wuqing screamed like a wounded beast at the top of his lungs.
"That's enough. Adopting you was a mistake in the first place. Today I will correct this mistake myself." Kuang Huaxiong took out a cell phone the size of a cigarette box from his pocket, pressed the button to dial a number, and held the cell phone after dialing the number.
In the palm of my hand, I couldn't see what he was saying into the microphone, and his face was as gloomy as if the bottom of an old pot had been burned.
This move was noticed by Kuang Qingqing. His expression remained stiff. He stared at his adoptive father with extremely malicious eyes and said word by word: "Take my own life...take it by yourself!" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly
The tongue stuck out of the chún, and the upper and lower jaws moved together and bit down hard.
Tsk! A stream of blood overflowed from the corner of Kuang Wuqing's mouth, and then he opened his mouth and it was already covered in blood and meat. This guy actually bit off his tongue completely and swallowed the bit off.
In fact, biting your tongue is one of the most painful ways to die, because there are extremely rich blood vessels on the tongue. Biting it off can cause massive bleeding and block the trachea, leading to death from suffocation. Of course, the unparalleled strong sting is enough to make people excruciating.
Life is a stupider way to die than hitting your head against the wall.
It happened that Kuang Qingqing chose because he knew what it would mean if the old man's call failed to go through. He was using the real underground power of the Kuang family to deal with him. The consequences would be worse than death. He could not live but die, rather than suffer all the torture.
To die, it would be better to bite your tongue and commit suicide.
Blood poured out of Kuang Wuqing's mouth like a fountain. He did not cry out in pain, as if he had bitten off someone else's tongue. He moved the corners of his mouth a few times and fell forward.
The beautiful woman bound by the ivy struggled hard, and bursts of shrill wails came out of her mouth. She fell sideways, rolling her body towards Kuang Qingwu, who was still twitching in a pool of blood. This time, no one stopped her, so why not?
With a flick of his palm, he took back the ivy that bound the man, coiled it into several rolls and put it on his hand, forming two green armbands.
"Dad!" Kuang Ling, who was sitting in a daze on the chair, suddenly let out a cry, and rushed towards his father who fell on the ground. Together with the beautiful woman, they shook the body lying in a pool of blood desperately, but no matter how they shook, they cried bitterly.
, Kuang Wuqing no longer reacted, and thick blood foam poured out of his mouth as the mother and daughter shook. In just two minutes, the man was completely dead.
Bang! The closed door of the restaurant was kicked open, and a large group of men in black with stern faces rushed in, with clear yellow skin and black eyes, no more, no less, exactly twelve, led by a four-year-old man.
The middle-aged man, who was about ten years old and had a Chinese character face, glanced at Kuang Qingwu, who was lying in a pool of blood, and twisted his two thick black sharp eyebrows into the middle, forming a very clear Chinese character "Sichuan", and strode to Kuang Huaxiong's side.
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Kuang Huaxiong was now in a very irritable mood. He waved his hand to the man with a Chinese character beside him and said: "From today on, the mother and daughter have nothing to do with the Kuang family. Please ask them to leave."
Mr. Kuang's words undoubtedly drew a clear line between the two of them, and it could also be said to have given them a way out. Now that Kuang Qingqing has died, the whole thing has come to an end.
The man with a Chinese character nodded silently. There was no need to ask more about what happened. All he had to do was to obey absolutely. With a look, four men in black immediately walked up behind the mother and daughter, and stepped forward to hold them up without saying a word.
Just leave. As for the body lying on the ground, someone will naturally come and deal with it.
"Alas! The misfortune of my family has made Mr. Xu laugh!" Kuang Huaxiong forced a smile, and two drops of old yellow tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. As the hero is dying, the most painful thing he can't afford is still the word love.
People have been entangled with the word "love" all their lives from birth. Family affection, friendship, love, and even sexual affection. Many words of love are like vivid pictures. When you grow old, it is still the most difficult to let go. The so-called ruthlessness is only temporary.
The blood rushes to my head, and I can't help but be entangled by it afterwards. However, it's just because I am the spirit of all things.
Witnessing a family destruction, Xu Qing felt very unhappy, and his face became serious. He waved to Uncle Yang behind him and said, "Tell me what happened, and I'll let you go."
Uncle Yang breathed a sigh of relief, took two steps forward, and told in detail how Kuang Qingqing hired him. He didn't even dare to conceal the matter of the three Heavenly Realm Pills. Just now Liu Meng and He Shang
He has already seen his methods, and has gained a new understanding of this evil young warrior. He cannot afford to offend this kind of person.
After Kuang Huaxiong and the remaining men in black listened quietly to Uncle Yang's words, their expressions became calmer. After death, Kuang Wuqing had already put an end to the whole matter with his life. It didn't seem to matter what the process was like.
It's important.
After Uncle Yang told the whole story, he made a solemn oath, and then swallowed his mouth and looked at Xu Qing eagerly, which meant that he should fulfill his promise and spare his life.
Xu Qing turned to Mr. Kuang and said, "Old man, I promise to spare him once after the confrontation. What do you mean?"
Kuang Huaxiong smiled absently and said: "Mr. Xiao Xu, you have saved the old man twice. This little matter is entirely up to you."
Xu Qing nodded sternly, took two steps forward and slowly raised his right palm, put his middle and index fingers together, and whispered: "Turn around." A touch of joy appeared on Uncle Yang's face, and he immediately turned around, even posing specially.
He made a very funny posture, with his upper body leaning forward, his butt raised high, and his Shinto xùe leaning against his waist.
When He Shang saw this old guy's cowardice, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, and shouted without restraint: "Boss, blow his asshole." Xu Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, turned around and gouged out the guy fiercely, and said
The finger was pointed at Uncle Yang's waist like a wind. The men in black standing aside all had eyes and horns. Among them were two middle-level warriors in the Xuan Realm, but none of them could clearly see the movement of this finger.