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"Last time I asked my husband why people in LA were killed, but he never answered me."

Mu Zixing looked at Lei Shao, "Can you tell me now, sir?"

"No." Lei Shao said in silence for a long time.

A hoarse voice swayed in the closed space. Mu Zixing's pupils shrank slightly. The person in front of him had just recovered from a serious illness, and his face, which had not much blood, became paler and paler under the incandescent lamp.

Maybe it was because he had just been seized power and suffered a blow, and the oppressive aura of the other party was gone. He looked a little thin, even pitiful, but those light-colored eyes were still as deep as a pool. , When looking at himself like this, the incomprehensible emotions contained in it made people feel sad and irritable for no reason.

Mu Zixing bit his lower lip, touched the cold metal shell of the gun body with his index finger, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

"There must be a reason for killing."

Lei Shao shook his head, looked at him with deep eyes and said, "I can't tell you."

It's not that there's no reason, but that you can't let yourself know the reason?

What is the reason for the other party to stick to it until now?

The irritability in his heart rose a little bit, Mu Zixing moved his thumb slightly, clicked the safety on the gun, and then turned his eyes to Lei Shao.

"Sir, it's no use delaying time, you can't hide this time."

Mu Zixing said in a hoarse voice, "I said it, I won't make you suffer, if you don't say..."

His slender and thick black eyelashes trembled slightly. Mu Zixing scanned the various utensils in the basement, then looked up at Lei Shao, "I'll let you tell."

Lei Shao remained silent, his thin eyelids drooping, covering all the emotions in his eyes.

"Okay." Mu Zixing gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Two young men came and pushed Lei Shao into the inner room.

When his coat was taken off and his hands were stretched and handcuffed on the iron frame, Mu Zixing followed and stared into Lei Shao's eyes and said, "Sir, let me ask you again, why did you kill them?"

His answer was still wordless silence.

Mu Zixing waited for a while, and finally ran out of patience. He took a whip with a steel wire from the wall and threw it to the young man next to him, and then said to Lei Shao, "When will the master want to talk, when will I tell them stop."

After speaking, Mu Zixing came out of the dark inner room and sat down in the chair outside with his knees hugged.

For a moment, the dull sound of the whip rang in his ears, and Mu Zixing's body twitched violently, and then he bit the back of his hand with his teeth, as if those whips had hit him.

10 minutes, half an hour, an hour... The whip left an afterimage under the lamp, but the person inside never made a sound.

Two hours later, Mu Zixing finally couldn't take it anymore and ran out, emptied the bullets in the gun against a concrete wall, then squatted on the ground and covered his face with trembling palms.

The salty moisture leaked from between the fingers, and sank into the cuffs along the back of the hands, followed by shrugging of the shoulders.

Mu Zixing didn't go back to the basement, he wiped the tears off his face, stood up, left the ME clubhouse, and drove to Ji Haodong's temporary residence.

"Where is Sixteen?" Mu Zixing asked the man in front of him who was full of ambition and drinking red wine.

Ji Haodong seemed to be in a good mood, he waved to Mu Zixing, "Come on, son, have a drink with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the goblet in his hand burst with a bang. Mu Zixing lowered his hand holding the gun, and repeated in a cold voice, "Where is Sixteen?"

The wine glass was shattered by bullets, and the red wine in it was poured all over his hands and body, but Ji Haodong was not angry at all, instead he laughed and said, "This temper is like mine, I like it!"

He looked Mu Zixing up and down, then took the wet towel handed over by his subordinates and wiped his hands again and again, "To be honest, among all my sons, you are the one who is the most angry with me."

Mu Zixing pointed the gun at him again coldly.

"So, you shot me in the heart before, and I almost killed you last time, why don't we get even with father and son? Come back and recognize me as a father?"

Ji Haodong said to himself, "As for me, I don't have much time to live. When I die, all my things including this Rongxing will be yours."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Mu Zixing.

There was no wave in Mu Zixing's cold eyes.

Ji Haodong shook his head and regretfully said, "I really should have taken you away back then, Ji Baichuan raised you and disabled you."

"Shut up!" Hearing this, Mu Zixing growled, and the killing intent in his heart was a little uncontrollable.

His life was completely changed because of the appearance of this 12-year-old man. If it wasn't for Ji Haodong, if Ji Haodong wasn't his biological father, he and Lei Shao might not have reached the current situation step by step.

Everything started because of this person.

Mu Zixing hated him no less.

"Okay, then let's get down to business," Ji Haodong raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, he sat down leisurely on the sofa, reached out to take the newly handed wine from the servant, and then looked at Mu Zixing.

"We agreed, if you help me win Rongxing, I will return your little friend to you, but son, the Southern District is still in your hands, when will you give it back to me?"

Mu Zixing pursed his lips, paused for a while, then turned and walked out, "Tomorrow I will bring all the materials from the Southern District."

It was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night when we returned to the clubhouse. Mu Zixing looked at the time and found that five hours had passed since Lei Shao was sent to the basement.

During this period, he did not receive any news that Lei Shao wanted to let go.

Mu Zixing pursed his lips and came to the basement floor again.

The basement consists of two rooms, inside and outside. The inside is small and the outside is large. When walking from the outside to the inside, the smell of blood hits the face.

The bruises and bruises of the people inside slammed into the eyeballs, Mu Zixing stopped, clenched his fists and stood where he was, but Lei Shao turned his head as if feeling something.

He looked at Mu Zixing quietly, his pale and handsome face was covered with sweat, he had passed out from pain two or three times, but his eyes were still calm.

He was so calm that Mu Zixing bit the corner of his lips so hard that blood came out.

"Sir, don't you want to say it?" Mu Zixing asked after a while before recovering his voice.

One of the people holding the whip hesitated for a moment and said, "No."

After all, Lei Shao had a special status, and they didn't dare to resort to other means.

Mu Zixing exhaled hot, rusty air, then closed his eyes, and said after a long while, "Then take medicine, and you can try everything here until he speaks."

This time he didn't leave, just waited silently outside. Occasionally, there would be a hoarse murmur or two from inside, as if he couldn't bear it and rolled out of his throat. sound.

Lei Shao has never experienced any hardship since he was a child, let alone such a crime. Mu Zixing never knew that his husband was so resistant.

Time passed by, the sun rose and set, another night came, and when the time agreed with Ji Haodong arrived, Mu Zixing moved and got off the chair he was sitting on.

He didn't look at what was going on with the person inside at this moment, and he didn't go into the inner room again, he just told the two people who were doing it to stop.

Immediately he called over a group of brothers who were loyal to him.

"Send Mister out of City C."

"If I don't come back tonight," Mu Zixing's voice paused, and continued after a while, "let him go."