Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

The private plane is not big and the gangway is not high.

Gu Jingdong quickly dragged Old Man Zhan to the highest point.

He pressed the porcelain piece in his hand against Mr. Zhan's neck again. He looked down at the dark crowd of bodyguards at his feet. The depression in his heart finally dissipated a little.

"Zhan Jintai, you have been so glorious all your life, but in the end, you still have to die in my hands. I, Gu Jingdong, finally defeated you, and I finally avenged my brother's murder - now you can die!"

Gu Jingdong expressed his inner pleasure in a sinister tone, and was about to scratch it hard with the porcelain piece in his hand!

But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion at the boarding gate, and an angry shout came from afar: "Gu Jingdong, don't you care about the lives of the other members of the Gu family?"

"what?"

Gu Jingdong suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, only to see a tall figure, accompanied by a large number of bodyguards, rushing towards them with great momentum.

Zhan Mochen, it’s Zhan Mochen!

Gu Jingdong's hand trembled, and blood began to seep out of Grandpa Zhan's neck again, but the broken porcelain pieces still stayed there, as if fixed by some invisible force.

Mr. Zhan's pupils shrank suddenly and his expression changed suddenly.

He had been hiding the truth from Zhan Mochen because he didn't want him to be involved in this shameful matter, but how come he still found out?
"Go back, go back quickly!"

Mr. Zhan also wanted to shout out loud.

Gu Jingdong also came back to his senses, and glared at Zhan Mochen who had already rushed to the gangway, his eyes bloodshot: "What other members of the Gu family? All of our Gu family members are dead, stop talking nonsense here!"

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Zhan Mochen looked up at Gu Jingdong, his deep eyes emitting deep anger, and sneered: "Then please tell me, who are those people living in the house at No. 18 Xiangshan Road in Gangcheng?"

No. 18, Xiangshan Road, Hong Kong City!
Gu Jingdong shuddered, and a fierce light suddenly flashed in his only remaining eye. His emotions suddenly became intense: "They have nothing to do with me. Even if you kill them all, I won't care!"

"Well, since you don't care, I will immediately give the order to have those people chopped up and thrown into the sea to feed the fish."

Zhan Mochen took out his cell phone with a cold face and was about to dial.

Seeing this, Gu Jingdong finally couldn't hold it anymore and said again: "Wait!"

With a ferocious look on his face, he pushed Mr. Zhan to the edge of the gangway and shouted at the top of his lungs: "If you still want Zhan Jintai's life, let them go first! They don't know anything, and they don't even know I exist!"

Zhan Mochen was unmoved: "But they are from the same lineage as you, and are all descendants of the Gu family. If you don't want the Gu family to be extinct because of your evil deeds, then let my grandfather go first."

"You!" With such a big hat put on him, the little advantage that Gu Jingdong had fought so hard for was instantly gone.

He stared at Zhan Mochen with his red eye for a moment, and finally softened his tone: "Okay, I'll let him go, but you have to stab yourself first and swear an oath to the sky to prove your sincerity!"

"You're dreaming!" This time, the one who shouted angrily was Old Man Zhan, who had reached the limit of his patience.

After a moment of shock, he didn't want to endure it any longer.

Mo Chen has already appeared here, and he will definitely know what he should know later.

What else is there to worry about?
Mr. Zhan's expression was stern, and a terrifying aura burst out instantly: "Gu Jingdong, how can you have the nerve to let my grandson prove his sincerity to you? Mo Chen, you step back and ignore this lunatic!"

"Shut up!"

Gu Jingdong tried his best to calm down, but he felt constrained in his heart, and was totally different from the ruthless calmness he had just shown.

But with his cunning nature, he had already sensed something unusual from Grandpa Zhan's attitude - letting him go was such a big thing, and Zhan Mochen was not present just now!
Why didn't Zhan Jintai dare to let his grandson know about this? Could it be...

In a flash, Gu Jingdong suddenly understood something.

He stared at Zhan Mochen and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Zhan Mochen, your grandfather, that old dog, hasn't told you yet that you are a bastard and not a true member of the Zhan family at all?"

Gu Jingdong said, deliberately showing a look of regret, and instantly changed his tone to be intimate: "Ah, no, I can't say you are a bastard, your father is actually my biological son! You are my Gu Jingdong's grandson, you are the real descendant of my Gu family!"

“Good boy, quickly release those members of the Gu family. They are your blood relatives, and Zhan Jintai is your enemy! Hahaha, Zhan Jintai, you worked so hard to help me raise my grandson, and you handed the entire Zhan family over to him. I really should thank you…”

"Shut up, Gu Jingdong, shut up!"

Old Man Zhan never expected that Gu Jingdong would still talk nonsense when he was about to die. He was so angry that his face turned blue.

There are many ways to let Mo Chen know the truth, but this is the worst one!
Old Master Zhan looked at Zhan Mochen anxiously: "Mochen, don't listen to his nonsense. You are my grandson and the true heir of the Zhan family!"

"I know." Zhan Mochen gave Old Man Zhan a reassuring look, and then stared at Gu Jingdong coldly.

It's like looking at a dying dog struggling to survive.

"Gu Jingdong, stop dreaming. Your biological son Zhan Junyuan died a long time ago, and he is not my biological father. He is a fake and deserves to die, but my biological father is alive and well. You can't fool me."

As soon as these words came out, Gu Jingdong and Mr. Zhan were both shocked: "You, you know?"

Zhan Mochen looked at Grandpa Zhan with a hint of apology in his eyes: "Grandpa, I know everything that happened back then. I also know exactly who my father is and where he is now."

"No, it's impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Gu Jingdong was the first to break through the old man's defense and was furious: "How could you know something that even the old dog Zhan Jintai doesn't know? The real Zhan Junyuan has been burned to death, burned to death with my son, he can't be alive!"

"No, no, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

Gu Jingdong screamed in despair, his mind gradually went crazy and he almost lost his mind.

He waved the broken porcelain pieces in his hand around randomly, and suddenly several bloody cuts appeared on Mr. Zhan's neck!

Zhan Mochen's eyes darkened, and he glanced at the other side of the plane, feeling anxious.

If any one of him or the bodyguards around him attacked Gu Jingdong, Gu Jingdong would surely die.

But grandpa can't make any mistakes.

He needs to delay time to attract Gu Jingdong's attention!

After thinking for a while, Zhan Mochen dropped another bombshell on Gu Jingdong: "Gu Jingdong, don't struggle anymore. I already know all your secrets!"

"Back then, you didn't kill the real Zhan Junyuan. Instead, you took him back and raised him as your own son! Just like you raised Gu Zeyu, you tried to use him as a puppet to avenge the Zhan family, but unfortunately you failed in the end. Don't you want to know where he is now and what his identity is?"

"No, it's impossible..." In a daze, Gu Jingdong still subconsciously denied it.

But his attention was diverted by the last sentence, and he glared at Zhan Mochen with a ferocious face.

"How did you know? Where is he? I will find this traitor and cut him into pieces!" (End of this chapter)