The front yard steward's tone was trembling, as if he had suppressed his energy before he spoke out, "The seventh young master was seriously injured and was...beaten by someone."
"Who dares to hit my son!"
Mr. Mao stared angrily, and the steward did not dare to tell the truth. When Mao Yongkang was lifted to his eyes, Mr. Zhu saw his son's miserable appearance, and his eyes suddenly went dark. Fortunately, the housekeeper helped him in time.
"My, my son..."
Mr. Mao squatted in front of Mao Yongkang, then raised his head and fiercely asked the front yard steward: "Who brought Yongkang back? Why not send him to the hospital!?"
The steward of the front yard said: "Old... Master, I don't recognize the people who brought them here. They just left the people out of the car and then left."
Mr. Mao was so angry that he was trembling all over. "Outsiders can't come in where we live. It must be someone here who did it. If I know who it is..."
Mr. Mao's fists were clenched and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
The housekeeper said with relief at this time: "Master, it's better to take good care of the seventh young master's injury. Otherwise, the seventh young master may be in danger. Should I call the family doctor right now?"
Mr. Mao roared loudly: "What are you waiting for? Call someone over quickly. If anything happens to my son, everyone will suffer!"
No matter how high his or her status is, when facing his own children, his nature of being a calf-protector will undoubtedly be revealed.
"Father...Father, it was that Lin Kun who did it. He had people beat me and injured me, and locked me in the villa for a night. I...I may have been disabled."
"Lin Kun!?"
The anger on Mr. Mao's face became even more intense, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The Zhu family is too arrogant, and this little brat is too arrogant. Yongkang, you...your voice?"
Mr. Mao said, looking at Mao Yongkang's crotch, "You, are you injured?"
Two lines of hot tears rolled down my cheeks, "Father, I will no longer be a man, and I can no longer be a man. You must avenge me. Make that guy named Lin good-looking!"
The family doctor has already arrived, both Chinese and Western medicine. Seven or eight people have come. When they heard that the seventh young master, the master’s favorite, was injured, everyone felt their hearts go cold. But when they saw the seventh young master’s injury, everyone
Everyone took a breath. Looking at the whole of China, who would dare to hurt a child of the Mao family like this? Even if there was, it must be without knowing the identity of the child of the Mao family.
If you offend someone from the Mao family, look at the whole of China, how many people can escape unscathed? Everyone in the world protects others, and Mr. Mao is the best at protecting others.
After the Western medicine examination, the traditional Chinese medicine examination, and after all seven or eight people had been examined, Mr. Mao immediately rushed to the two old men at the head and asked: "How is it? Is there still hope for Yongkang's life? Can it still be restored?" (1)
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"This..." (Zero One)
The two senior medical old men did not dare to reply. They knew Mr. Mao's temper. If this bad news came out from their own mouths, Mr. Mao's anger would most likely be directed at them. It was nothing to be scolded as a quack.
It's okay to get scratched twice, but if you are kicked out of Mao's house, where can you find such a good place?
Not speaking out already meant acquiescence. The last hope in Mr. Mao's heart was gone. He gritted his teeth and turned around, saying to the housekeeper: "Call Zhu Bingshan immediately. Today's account must be settled with me!"
The housekeeper quickly took out his mobile phone, but just as he was about to make a call, another person in charge of the front yard ran over. Sweat oozed from his face and said in a panic: "Master... Master, there is someone outside asking to see you. It's Zhu.
The young head of the family."
Snap!
Mr. Mao slapped him over and said, "You damn young master of the Zhu family, I'm going to kill him right away. How many people did he bring with him!"
Mr. Mao clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails were dug into his palms, and blood oozed from them.
"He, he seems to be alone." The steward said tremblingly, his cheeks were burning from the beating, but he did not dare to show any slightness.
"one person?"
Mr. Mao snorted coldly, slapped his ear off again, and cursed: "How is it possible? This little bastard just hurt my son. He dares to break into my Mao family alone. Does he really think that there is no one in my Mao family?"
Or do you think you have a long life!?"
"Really, what a person..." The steward was hit on the left and right cheeks. At this time, he was swollen like a pig's head, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Lin Kun walked into the Mao family's courtyard. The Mao family's guards immediately stared at him warily, and each of their hands touched their waists, where weapons were hidden.
Lin Kun walked through the courtyard in such a swagger, and under the leadership of the front steward, he came all the way to Mr. Mao. When Mr. Mao saw him, his bloodshot eyes shone with cold light, and he rushed over in one step.
He grabbed Lin Kun by the collar and gritted his teeth and said: "Little boy, if you dare to destroy my son, believe it or not, I will kill you!"
Lin Kun had a calm smile on his face, as if he was completely blind to Mr. Mao's anger and murderous intent, "Senior Mao, you want to kill me, Lin Kun. I can understand your mood. I had the same mood when I faced Mao last night.
Yongkang, the reason why he was spared his life
, It’s not because I don’t dare to kill him, but because I think of the ancestral bond between our two families, forget about the usual petty quarrels, but now Mao Yongkang has touched my bottom line, and the dead souls under my Lin Kun’s hands
If there are not ten thousand, there are eight thousand, so there is no shortage of this person."
"Get him!"
Mr. Mao shouted loudly at the guards around him. After receiving the order, the guards immediately rushed towards Lin Kun and wanted to attack him.
Bang!
Lin Kun swung his fist directly, hitting the face of a guard who was rushing towards him. The latter's nose bones cracked, and he flew backwards with a scream. He fell to the ground with a roar and fainted.
passed.
Lin Kun followed up with two more punches, and two more guards flew out.
At this time, the guards in front of them wanted to draw their guns, but as the cold light flashed in Lin Kun's hand, half of the guard's palm was cut off and fell to the ground.
Lin Kun raised the white ghost animal in his hand, stained with red blood, and pointed at the other people around him who were about to rush up. He said with a smile: "I admire the gentlemen who dare to show their loyalty with their lives. Today I can help you become this hero."
No one around him dared to move. A cold light flashed in Lin Kun's eyes, and the knife pointed at Mr. Mao.
"presumptuous!"
The butler behind Mr. Mao gave a sharp shout and rushed towards Lin Kun with open fists and kicks. He was a master in the Chinese arena and had been following Mr. Mao for many years. He raised his hand casually, and two flying knives flew towards him.
Lin Kun flew over, and the speed of the flying knife was extremely fast. It would be no exaggeration to say that it was comparable to bullets.
Sonorous...
The white ghost beast in Lin Kun's hand just moved symbolically to the left and right, and the two knives were bounced away. At this time, the butler's knife pierced Lin Kun's heart. Lin Kun's eyes narrowed slightly, and the knife in his hand was flicked away.
The knife fell with a swish, directly cutting off the knife in the butler's hand. Immediately, without waiting for the butler to react, he kicked him in the chest... (To be continued)