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Chapter 209 What a good move to borrow a knife to kill (2)
The people under Zuocheng really know how to play with guns, and they can even risk their lives.

Zuo Huaimin had just killed one, with a murderous look on his face: "Why are you? Where is Zuocheng?"

"I'll see the third master on his way." Uncle Jin rubbed the muzzle of his gun.

Zuo Huaimin snorted coldly: "If you want to kill me, you are not qualified." He roared, "Let Zuo Cheng come out."

This old man is really tired of life!
Uncle Jin smiled methodically, absolutely calmly: "It seems that the third master hasn't figured out the situation yet."

As soon as Uncle Jin finished speaking, there were a few clicks and the sound of bullets being loaded, all the guns pointed at Zuo Huaimin in unison.

Zuo Huaimin's face darkened, he froze, and the fingers holding the gun couldn't help trembling, stepping into the coffin with one foot was exactly what he was at this time.

"If the third master has any last words, I will pass them on to the young master."

As soon as Uncle Jin was about to raise his hand, Zuo Huaimin waved his gun and roared angrily: "Get out of here, you are just a dog raised by Zuo Cheng, what right do you have to talk to me, let Zuo Cheng come here quickly, or let him Gather his woman's body."

Uncle Jin's face darkened, his eyes showed a murderous look, and all his guns were aimed at Zuo Huaimin's heart, waiting for an order, and he was ready to go.

Suddenly, a slightly cold voice seemed to come from far to near, with the dry coldness of a long-standing icicle: "I prefer to collect the body of the third uncle."

"Master"

"gentlemen."

The dignified iron-blooded men with guns bent down one by one, respectful but not humble, this is the real Zuo family.

Here he comes, from the night, the man born of night, of blood.

After the clouds cleared, under the cold and dark moonlight, the man slowly approached, passing the blood-stained pine nuts all over the floor.A very beautiful face, soaked in the cold of winter and night, very much like the ghost in the painting.

Zuo Huaiminhong watched the man approaching, raised the gun in his hand and pointed towards it: "You are still as arrogant as you were in 12, but it's not certain who will win the battle today."

People who have one foot into the coffin are often not reconciled, and the death struggle must be indispensable.

Forget it, play with him, it's best to let him die with regret.

The corners of Zuo Cheng's lips were slightly raised, and the cold and charming smile said, "Who will win?" His voice seemed bloody after a pause, so permeating to the point of creeping, "San Bo is still as stupid as 12 years ago. I want to know Why does Uncle come to fight with me, just relying on those corpses outside?"

Zuo Huaimin didn't retreat but advanced. At that moment, all the guns squeaked, just waiting for the bullets to be fired, but some people still didn't know how to live or die: "Then what about your woman? What about her?"

It turned out that the last trump card was left, but...

Zuo Cheng smiled coldly: "So it's not just stupid." His voice sank, piercingly cold, "And he pretends to be smart."

"You—" Zuo Huaimin got angry and snorted heavily, "Okay, very good, anyway, I don't plan to go out alive today, and I don't lose money if you are buried with a woman from Zuocheng. I have already investigated clearly, that Women are very important to you, if you are willing to give it a try."

Uncle Jin snorted coldly and shook his head: This person is really as he said, stupid, after all the investigations are clear, he shoots at the muzzle of the gun, he really deserves to die!

Zuo Cheng's eyes cast a cold and charming light, and his thin lips were slightly lifted, without any warmth: "You can afford her life."

Zuo Huaimin didn't take it seriously, raised one corner of his mouth, his face was ferocious: "Really? Then take a good look."

"Not urgent."

Zuo Cheng raised his hand, and all the guns aimed at Zuo Huaimin's heart were unloaded.

Don't worry, take your time, killing people is just nodding, how can it be so easy?This is not Zuocheng's style.

Zuo Huaimin looked around, sweating on his forehead but pretending to be calm: "Don't try to play any tricks, if you go back on your word, do it as soon as possible."

"I was just about to say this to Uncle San." His eyes turned cold, "Because of your surname Zuo, I will give you one last chance."

"Hmph!" With a heavy snort, Zuo Huaimin took out his phone and spat out a sentence, "Jingxin, if I die, collect that woman's body."

A man who never gave people a chance suddenly showed mercy, but it was always unconvincing. Instead of hoping for that chance, Zuo Huaimin would rather die.

Zuo Cheng sneered, "You will regret it."

regret?Zuo Huaimin let out a cold snort, and a sneer appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"If you die, I will collect your body."

The woman's voice was especially clear at night, and a single sentence cut through the tense night.

The man came from the dark night with his mobile phone and stood beside Zuo Cheng. It was Tang Jingxin.

The corners of Zuo Huaimin's lips froze with a sneer: "Jingxin, you—" His voice trembled in disbelief, his eagle eyes almost protruding, "Are you his?"

It seemed that a sudden chill came from the soles of his feet, instantly swept through all senses of Zuo Huaimin, and his bloodshot eyes looked at Zuo Cheng.

This man's methods are terrifyingly accurate!
"So you belong to him!" After Dache was furious, Zuo Huaimin's fiery eyes wished to burn the person in front of him, "Tang Jingxin, you traitor."

Tang Jingxin chuckled, and took a few steps closer: "Dad, this is the last time I will call you that." The smile on the corner of her mouth suddenly turned cold, and there was a cold light in her eyes, "Go at ease, I will be your daughter I won't treat you badly."

It turned out that the knife he had carefully polished was actually Zuo Cheng's blade, and it was just waiting to be inserted into his own heart today.

It seemed that a bomb had landed on Zuo Huaimin's heart, and with a coaxing sound, his internal organs were on fire, and he pointed at Tang Jingxin with trembling fingers: "I have worked hard to train you for 12 years, and I have raised such a wolf-hearted beast like you. What good did the city do to you, to let you, a bastard, betray my 12-year upbringing to you like this."

Tang Jingxin raised the corners of her lips and smiled coldly, staring at Zuo Huaimin's eyes that were bloodshot little by little: "The 12 years of nurturing grace? That's what you owe me in the first place. If I'm a beast, then What are you who gave birth to me? A beast? You are not worthy."

give birth to me and raise me——

Four words, there was a bomb, this time it directly blew Zuo Huaimin's head over: "You—"

"What? Surprised? That's right, you probably forgot, right? That woman you threw into Yangjiang back then."

Zuo Huaimin's hand holding the gun was trembling: "You, you——are you Ling Lin's daughter?" His lips opened and closed for a long time before he could utter a complete sentence, "Is it my daughter?"

Tang Jingxin retorted: "I'm a little bastard, but I'm not so lucky to have you as my father."

So what about the father who has been called for 12 years, if there is a knife, Tang Jingxin will still plunge into the so-called father's chest without blinking.

This is a good pawn, this is a good weapon!

(End of this chapter)