"Oh, I'll go!"

Duanmu Mingren bounced up directly from the bed, and for a moment he lost all sleepiness, and felt a chill that rushed straight into the Niwan.

My body couldn't stop trembling.

Turn around and get out of bed.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I felt something inside the quilt on the other side of my body.

An ominous premonition surged in my heart and I quickly lifted the quilt.

I saw a corpse inside.

The owner of the corpse was Xiaobaga named Sora Inoue.

Duanmu Mingren was so scared that he was scattered.

He was so busy that he wanted to get off the bed.

Unexpectedly, my two ankles were suddenly caught.

Duanmu Akiri felt his heart almost fly out of his mouth at that moment.

Open the quilt and take a look.

Another corpse was found.

Duanmu Akihito slapped his face hard, always feeling like he was having a nightmare.

But the pain made him know clearly that he was not having a nightmare, it was a serious reality.

Duanmu Mingren took out a gun from the bedside table in a hurry.

Bang!

A spark suddenly splashed out from the bedside lamp, and the room returned to darkness.

Duanmu Akiri held the gun in both hands, his body trembling uncontrollably, his throat tightened, and his voice hoarse.

A pair of big eyes stared into the darkness.

"who!"

Tag!

Flames emerged from the lighter.

A cigarette was lit.

The fire also reflected a handsome face that even Peng Yuyan had to retreat!

call!

Thick white smoke spewed out of the mouth!

The flames gradually became contained in the lighter.

"Wang Han!"

Duanmu Mingren cried out in disbelief.

He quickly held the gun in both hands and was about to shoot at Wang Han.

Tag!

The flame lit up again from Duanmu Akihito.

The distance between the two is less than one foot.

Wang Han bit the cigarette and squatted in front of Duanmu Mingren.

He held the lighter in one hand and gestured on Duanmu Akihito's gun with the other.

"You don't even have insurance or bullets loaded, why are you firing?"

Duanmu Mingren hurriedly opened the safety bullet and loaded it, pulling the trigger in front of Wang Han's eyebrows.

Click!

Empty gun!

Bullets fell from Wang Han’s fingers!

Wang Han smiled and pinched Duanmu Mingren's old face.

"Why are you so cute!"

Duanmu Akiri's voice trembled, "You are a human or a ghost!"

"What's wrong? I'm scared? Why don't I let you wake up?"

Wang Han pulled out his gun, and the black muzzle was pressed against Duanmu Mingren's head.

The cold touch made Duanmu Akiri fall into an ice hole.

"Wang Han! I am your uncle! Let's have something to talk about!" Duanmu Mingren squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying.

Wang Han scratched his temples at the muzzle.

"I want to talk to you well too! But you are asking people from the Chai family to kill people with a knife, and you are looking for these little Baga to kill me. You said you want to send someone to kill me, and I admit that you have found me, but you have found it.

Is a group of mobs a bit insulting me?"

Wang Han used his gun to stumbling on Duanmu Mingren's head a few times.

Several large bags of Duanmu Mingren's head can be seen as naked eyes.

Duanmu Akiri blocked his hands with crossed crosses.

The lighter is a bit hot.

The flame suddenly retracted back to the lighter, and everything returned to darkness. All I could see was the cigarette in Wang Han's mouth and the slightly red lighter.

In the darkness.

Duanmu Mingren rubbed his hand on the head of the bed.

Tag!

The lighter once again sparked flames.

It reflects Wang Han's smiling face.

Duanmu Mingren looked at Wang Han's young face and couldn't help but tremble.

He was nearly forty years older than this young man, but the momentum on the other party made him unable to breathe.

And this is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that the young man's eyes were filled with a sense of crazy criticism.

This look made Duanmu Akihito feel that his sphincter was about to lose. If he had a little more shock, he would immediately pull his pants.

Wang Han smiled kindly at Duanmu Mingren.

"What are you touching with your hands?"

"No... I didn't touch anything!" Duanmu Akiri's throat tightened, his voice hoarse, and he squeezed out a smile.

Wang Han raised something and pressed it lightly.

Duanmu Akiri's mobile phone screen lit up.

Wang Han asked with a smile, "Are you looking for this?"

Duanmu Mingren's heart was raised to his throat.

On the screen of the mobile phone, he was circulating news to the mountain that Wang Han was dealt with.

Duanmu Akiri's body couldn't help but tremble.

"Big nephew! Listen to me!"

"Shh! What you said doesn't matter! I'll ask, let's talk about it!"

Duanmu Mingren's pupils were trembling, his big eyes stared at Wang Han, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Wang Han played with his cell phone.

"Who in Duanmu family wants to kill me?"

Duanmu Mingren looked at Wang Han, "If I tell you, can you not kill me?"

The gun turned between Wang Han's fingers, and the gun hit Duanmu Mingren's head hard.

Blood flowed down my forehead!

Duanmu Mingren opened his mouth and was about to scream.

Wang Han's muzzle was stuffed into Duanmu Mingren's mouth.

"Shh!"

Duanmu Akiri hugged his head with both hands, his body trembling, trying hard to restrain himself from screaming, "I said! I said!"
To be continued...