245: C245 Revenge Begins

C245 Revenge Begins

Everyone was used to Zhuo Dashan's sudden outburst of vulgarities. In front of his family, he would always do whatever he wanted.

Anyone who could enter Zhuo Dashan's door and be his woman was not a real idiot. They knew how to stop themselves when they saw good things. The reason why Zhuo held them back was because he hadn't touched the bottom line. They didn't dare to make too much noise.

Therefore, a group of people rushed towards the restaurant in a grandiose manner. Of course, among them, there were also some pampered wives and daughters who came to his side and deliberately stayed away.

Zhuo Dashan smiled at these things and did not blame them. Moreover, he really enjoyed this kind of feeling. Under the influence of the unmatched youth of his wives and daughters, that gradually aging heart of his would also become young.

The oval rotating table was very large. There were flowers in the middle and he wanted to toast or something. If he did not stand up, he would not be able to see the person opposite him.

Seeing everyone sitting together happily and eating happily, a warm and peaceful atmosphere arose spontaneously, making Zhuo Dashan's face ripple with a satisfied smile.

Those who received the blessings and toasts from their children, and finally eleven wives of different sizes also toasted to him in sequence. Zhuo Dashan's smile became even more brilliant.

Although there were more than ten glasses in a circle, he was not full when he saw people. Other people toasted a glass, but he only needed to take a small sip. As the husband (father) of this table of people, this little bit of privilege was still present.

"This is more like it! It was lively and had a home. It was just like the 12 disciples of Jesus. They gathered to eat together. It was so lively and festive... "

It was unknown whether he had drunk too much or there was an invisible force controlling him. He looked at his wife and children who were having fun at the table. Zhuo Dashan suddenly thought of Jesus' disciples. The painting of the last dinner. When he woke up, his heart suddenly trembled.

"The last dinner?"

Cold sweat soaked his back. Zhuo Dashan shook his head and forcefully threw this absurd feeling out of his mind. He secretly felt that he was allergic to nerves.

Even if the wild kid that he had beaten to the point that he was worse than a dog back then came back, how much power could he have? Could he really shake him?

It was just a dragonfly shaking a stone pillar.

After the meal, without Zhuo Dashan's instructions, everyone bid farewell to him one after another. They went back to their respective homes and looked for their respective mothers.

It could be seen that such a meal made these people pretend to be very tired. They were originally a group of people who did not like each other, but what could they do if they were forcefully pulled together?

In this world, there was probably no woman who could tolerate other women sharing their men.

Therefore, the harmonious scene that Zhuo Dashan saw was just a facade. Just by looking at the expressions of these people who could not wait to leave, it could be seen how unwise it was to gather such a group of people together.

After everyone had left, Zhuo Dashan snapped his fingers at the void. Immediately, Qi, who also liked to wear a Tang suit like him, appeared in front of him.

"What did this old man say about this matter?"

The old man was naturally referring to the patriarch of Zhuo family. His own father, Zhuo Tianyang, was afraid that he was the only person in the entire Zhuo family who dared to call Zhuo Tianyang 'old man'.

Hearing Zhuo Dashan mention the old man, Qi's casual expression became respectful. He stood up straight and answered respectfully, "The patriarch already knows about it. He also asked this old servant to pass on a message, saying that you don't have to worry about the old master. They will handle this matter. "

"Worried? Of course I'm not worried, but that's what the old man said? He didn't send anyone just in case? "

"Patriarch said that he knows that you can solve it yourself." Qi looked at Zhuo Dashan and returned calmly.

Zhuo Dashan raised his eyebrows and revealed a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

As expected, the old man knew his trump card, but it was nothing. He raised those people for the safety of his family, but it didn't have any conflicts with his family.

"Qi, raise your army for a thousand days. Use it for a moment. Release all the people. I would like to see what kind of progress that famous Emperor Qing has made after eighteen years of hiding."

"Yes."

Qi answered respectfully and was about to leave when Zhuo Dashan's voice suddenly sounded behind him. "Remember, you must ensure the safety of all the ladies and young masters. If one of them dies, you won't have to come back."

Qi was startled. Suddenly, a majestic and fierce aura rose from his body. He turned around and looked at Zhuo Dashan with narrowed eyes, "This old servant doesn't understand what master means."

Zhuo Dashan didn't avoid Qi's eyes. It seemed that Qi's huge advantage as a warrior didn't exist at all. What he faced was an ordinary old man in his twilight years. "Don't you understand? If anything happens to my wife and children, you... You'll also have to go down to accompany Little Four. "1

As soon as these words left his mouth, the scene became somewhat tense. Although they were a master and a servant, but on the other side, they were also a martial artist and an ordinary person. Now, an ordinary person was threatening a martial artist with an unfathomable cultivation. This sort of thing... Any martial artist with a bit of dignity would not be able to resist it.

However, Qi only started when he heard Zhuo Dashan's words. The Qi on his body became a little violent, but soon after, he withdrew his violent Qi. He looked at Zhuo Dashan with a profound look, then said faintly, "This old servant understands."

After saying that, Qi's body flashed, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Then, he suddenly disappeared from Zhuo Dashan's side.

As soon as he left, a loud bang was heard. The floor where he had just landed caved in, revealing two huge deep pits, which were exactly the mold of two footprints.

This was a warning. Qi was using this method to remind Zhuo Dashan that he was not an ordinary servant.

Zhuo Dashan did not even look at the pit on the floor. He only looked at the place where Qi had disappeared. A cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "An old dog that I don't know well. Humph! Humph! Don't think that just because you have an old man protecting you, I can't do anything to you. If you break my rules, I can still let you die. "

...

On a street not far from Zhuo Dashan's courtyard, a taxi was parked. The taxi did not light up. It had been parked there since four or five o'clock in the morning. Until now, even at noon, there was still no sign of driving away.

Qin Wuqing did it on purpose. He knew that as long as he barged into the courtyard house, he would be able to end everything. The blood feud of eighteen years would be repaid in one day.

However, he did not do that. Just like Zhuo Dashan, he also knew Zhuo Dashan. Although this man was a bastard and was not a thing, he was the most qualified husband and father.

Qin Wuqing wanted him to enjoy the warmth of his family to his heart's content. Then, when he was immersed in that intense happiness, then he attacked again, killing the people around him one by one. He would slowly fall into the fear of losing his loved ones, and fall into the abyss of pain.

That was the reason why he had returned to the country.

Revenge was not simply to kill his enemies. Sometimes, letting his enemies taste endless pain and then slowly go crazy in pain. That kind of feeling was perhaps even more pleasurable than simple physical destruction.

Not long after, a large group of people walked out of the courtyard house. After each of them got into their own luxury car and left, the taxi parked on the side of the street for a long time finally started. Along with the roar of the engine, Qin Wuqing saw a cool Maserati. He followed closely.

It could be considered a warning. Qin Wuqing was now following the owner of this car. It was Zhuo Dashan's eleventh little wife, a university student who had just entered the academy not long ago.

Although this woman was very doted on by Zhuo Dashan, her status... She was probably much lower than the direct son she had killed last night, but it didn't matter. After a week, Qin Wuqing no longer had any worries (the Netherworld True Qi was suppressed). He could play slowly.

When the taxi turned into a one-way street with the Maserati, Qin Wuqing's face turned cold because he suddenly realized that he, as a hunter, was being followed.

As soon as he turned into the one-way street, two Volkswagen Jetta rushed out and approached the taxi that Qin Wuqing was driving.

They did not hide their purpose at all. They were here for Qin Wuqing.

In broad daylight, and it was even under the feet of the emperor of the capital, Qin Wuqing sneered in his heart. At the same time, killing intent rose from the bottom of his heart. He was going to kill someone.

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