palm blade

At eight o'clock in the evening, after sending Lei Shao away, Mu Zixing went to see Ji Haodong with the information on the southern district.

Once Ji Haodong takes over the Southern District, he will definitely attack Lei Shao. No matter what, he shouldn't let the scumbag who Lei Shao died fall into the hands of.

He knew that he might never return tonight, so he should kill Lei Shao before leaving to avenge LA's brother.

But at this moment, his ears were filled with the low, hoarse humming sound of the man when he was being tortured.

He couldn't do it.

He loves that person as much as he hates that person.

After more than 20 hours, he finally found an excuse for his cowardice in the endless struggle: Lei Shao has not explained the reason for killing LA, and he cannot die for the time being.

If he can go back alive tonight, he will avenge his brothers in the future.

If he couldn't go back, Mu Zixing lowered his eyes to look at the information on the southern district on the passenger seat, then he went underground to apologize to Gu Yi and the others.

The car stopped outside the gate of the villa area. Mu Zixing handed over his gun, went through a body search, and was led by bodyguards to the open-air swimming pool in the backyard.

Ji Haodong, who just came up from the deep water area, took a towel and glanced at Mu Zixing who was standing not far away, and said with a smile, "Did you bring the things?"

Mu Zixing handed over the kraft paper bag in his hand, and took it back when the other party's bodyguard was about to come to pick it up.

"Where is Sixteen?" Mu Zixing asked.

Ji Haodong raised his chin. Not long after, Shiliu was pushed by two people to the pool. When he saw Mu Zixing, his eyes lit up instantly, and he shouted excitedly, "Boss!"

Mu Zixing took a quick look at him, and he was slightly relieved when he saw the other party standing in front of him with full beard and tail.

"Son, I brought you your little friend, can you give me something now?" Ji Haodong said with a smile.

But Mu Zixing called out, "Sixteen, come here."

Ji Haodong raised his eyebrows, but didn't stop him. Sixteen looked around and took two steps forward hesitantly. Seeing that no one was stopping him, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

When he came to Mu Zixing, Shiliuhong called out hoarsely, "Boss."

Mu Zixing nodded, then turned his gaze to Ji Haodong, "I'll give you the things when we get out from here."

Ji Haodong laughed angrily, "Son, are you playing with me?"

"Give it to you now, do we still have lives?" Mu Zixing looked around and said coldly.

Ji Haodong shrugged, and made a very generous gesture of invitation, "Okay, Dad is easy to talk, let's go."

"Let's go." Mu Zixing said to Sixteen.

The two retreated step by step vigilantly. Ji Haodong stood still and did not move, and neither did the bodyguards around him, but Mu Zixing had a faint feeling in his heart that something was wrong with the instincts he had developed over the years.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and Mu Zixing turned his head to the side to avoid it. At the same time, a cold blade suddenly circled from the back of his neck and cut towards his throat.

Mu Zixing covered his bleeding neck, and turned abruptly to look at Shiliu behind him.

Shiliu was facing him with the saber and the cowhide bag he had just snatched from his hand, and there was no joy on his face when he met him.

"you……"

Just as Mu Zixing opened his mouth, Shiliu threw the bag over, "Here, Mr. Ji."

Seeing his subordinates get the file bag, Ji Haodong clapped his palms and laughed loudly, "Xiao Shiliu, you did a good job."

But then he changed the subject, "But if you can't even kill my son, then there's no need to keep you."

The expressions of Shiliu and Mu Zixing changed at the same time. Before Mu Zixing could say kou, the bullets from the machine gun had already spewed out, smashing the young man in front of him into a sieve.

Hot blood splashed on his face. Mu Zixing watched Sixteen's blood-covered body slowly fall down and fell into the swimming pool. The other side's wide-eyed face was full of unbelievable surprise.

Mu Zixing didn't have time to think about why Shiliu wanted to harm him, his mind went blank, and he could only dodge the barrage of bullets by reflex.

"Treat my son well," Ji Haodong retreated behind the bodyguard, shook the file bag and said with a smile.

The surrounding area is very empty, without shelter, Mu Zixing stared at the dozens of bodyguards holding guns all around while clutching his bleeding wound. Can't escape.

Just as he was accepting his fate, when bullets shot into the body in the air, there was a slight puffing sound, and the bodyguards who were holding guns suddenly fell down one after another.

Immediately after the roar of the helicopter came from a distance, the expressions of all the people present changed, and they all looked up at the sky.

But Ji Haodong suddenly realized something, and immediately turned around and walked into the room, shouting, "Quick! Kill Mu Zixing!"

A bullet grazed Ji Haodong's head and shot into the ground in front of him. Ji Haodong suddenly stopped and raised his head.

"Old man, why are you running?" A clear voice came from the air.

The helicopter approached from far away, and finally hovered above everyone's heads.

The corner of Ji Haodong's mouth twitched. Looking at his eldest son Ji Shaoze who was squatting at the door of the cabin, holding a sniper aimed at him, his face changed several times, and he grinned after a while and said, "Long time no see, son."

Ji Shaoze flicked the amplified headset near his mouth, and replied with a smile, "It's been a long time."

Ji Haodong, "Why did you come here?"

"I heard that one of my younger brothers has been detained here. I'll pick him up." Ji Shaoze laughed unhurriedly, asked someone to put down the ladder, and then looked down at Mu Zixing, "Little friend, Can you come up? If your legs are weak, brother come down and hug you."

Mu Zixing didn't expect Ji Shaoze to come to save him, but looking at the ladder in front of him, he didn't reach out immediately.

"Why, are your legs really weak?" Ji Shaoze asked with a smile.

Mu Zixing pursed his lower lip. Just now he wanted to fight to the death, but when rescue came, he didn't want to leave. If he died here tonight, his brothers would release Lei Shao tomorrow. No need to suffer so much for hatred.

"Hello." Ji Shaoze called again.

Mu Zixing raised his head.

The other party crouched by the hatch and waved three fingers at him, "Your husband gave me this number to bring you back alive, kid, you can't make me lose money, right?"

Mu Zixing was taken aback when he heard that.

"In this way, I will take tens of seconds. If you don't come up, I will ask someone to go down and tie you up." Ji Shaoze said.

When Ji Shaoze reached the eighth count, Mu Zixing reached out and grabbed the ladder.

Ji Haodong secretly gestured to his subordinates, but before he could move, the two bodyguards beside him were shot and fell down at the same time.

"Old man, I advise you not to act rashly," Ji Shaoze shook the infrared sight fixed on Ji Haodong's forehead, and said casually, "If you want your subordinates to compare with me whose bullets are faster, you can try it, I don't Do you mind bearing the reputation of killing your father."

"...my son is really good."

Ji Haodong said something with a half-smile, and then sullenly told all the subordinates who secretly planned to shoot Mu Zixing to stop.