Chapter 1340 Nie Tian
After the call was connected, she suddenly called softly: "Dad..."

Hearing his daughter's voice, Ling Haonan called out excitedly: "Yi Ren? Is that you? Yi Ren, I thought you already... woo woo woo..."

At the end, he couldn't help crying. God knows how sad the family was when they received the news that Ling Yi had been shot several times and his life and death were unknown.

Especially Miao Chuxia, shed tears every day, but they couldn't leave the gate of Ling's house. They wanted to ask for help, but no one dared to help.

"Dad, I'm fine. I've been recovering from my injuries for the past few months, so I didn't dare to contact you. Sorry, I made you worry about me..."

Ling Yiren's voice was choked up, as if something was stuck in his throat, and hostility gradually emerged from his cold eyes, without any human emotion.

"It's okay, as long as you're fine, wait a minute, I'll call your mother, you don't know, your mother..."

"Dad..." Ling Yiren interrupted him.

He said hoarsely: "I called you, don't tell anyone. Jian Junxi has been chasing me. Before I solve him, I don't want any accidents."

"Okay!" Ling Haonan's voice was gritting his teeth.

Jian Junxi, today their family is ruined and their families are ruined, all because of him, how can they not avenge their hatred.

"I need you to do me a favor right now!" Ling Yiren's cold eyes narrowed slightly, the bottom of which was full of calculations.

"But Dad can't even leave the door now, how can you help me?" Ling Haonan's voice trembled slightly.

After living for decades, I have never felt that I am such a waste, that helpless voice seems to want to strangle myself.

"You can, listen to me..." Ling Yiren's tone was very light, as if it came from hell...

Mountain and sea basement

After Jian Junxi returned home, he changed into a lighter set of clothes, and went directly to Shanhai. When the elevator door opened, Yan Rongliang lined up in two rows with a dozen of his subordinates, and called out respectfully, "Master!"

"Hmm..." Jian Junxi's cold eyes emitted bursts of coldness, which inexplicably made them want to stay away.

"Master, who will be interrogated first?" Yan Rongliang followed behind her, not daring to overstep.

"The man at the banquet." Jian Junxi's thin lips moved slightly.

Looking at Shanhai Villa, which I haven't visited for a long time, three servants stood not far away and called respectfully: "Master!"

"Hmm..." Jian Junxi looked sharply at the middle-aged man standing in front.

He is 175 cm tall, in his early 40s, with white hair, including eyebrows, a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes like a deep pool, and a straight nose.

The sharp and thin lips moved slightly: "Master, everything is normal at home!"

The man's name is Nie Tian. He made his fortune from gambling. He was once one of the few billionaires in the capital, and he is the God of Gamblers who is popular in the streets and alleys.

No matter what he gambles, he is proficient in everything. It can be said that he has never lost, but he is too young. After winning a lot of money, he stops and takes his family to live in seclusion.

After two years without incident, he was found later. A group of men in black rushed into his house and stabbed his wife and son to death.

It rained heavily that night, he fled desperately, and fell into a tree fork on the cliff, with his last breath remaining.

The huge blow turned his head white overnight, and he lived on the few thousand yuan left in his body, and became a beggar after the money ran out.

Sleeping under the bridge every day, living in a daze...

Back then, when Jian Junxi's casino opened, he had to have experts in charge, except for inviting some people back from abroad.

(End of this chapter)

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