Chapter 1280 High Mountain Tattoo

"Xiaohu, everything has come to an end!"

When Xiaohu, who had struggled for a while, slowly closed his eyes, He Zihua, dressed in black, stood in front of Xiaohu lightly. He Zihua poured a cup of hot water on Xiaohu's face, which made the latter so hot that the latter couldn't stop shaking his head. Even so, his whole face and neck were red with a blister.

He Zihua looked at his opponent who was still arrogant and powerful but had no ability to fight back, and a slight joke appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I want to kill me as the overlord of Macau, I'm a little tender! I said, I'll give you another chance and ten years, and you can't beat me, He Zihua."

"Do you think you can kill me if you really bite me in a fake role or bite me?"

He smiled faintly: "Do you think you can clean the He family garden by making some poisonous smoke and a few guns? I have known for a long time that you are born with a rebellious bones and are not well-skilled. In addition, I am prepared for Le Shenzi, so as long as you don't kill me as soon as possible, you will fall into the abyss of failure."

When Xiaohu arrived and rushed out with the young man, he knew that his operation had failed today. All of them were armed guards wearing gas masks and rushed out of the basement under the call of Hai Baichuan, and directly crushed their siege with a submachine gun. Xiaohu had no chance to die.

Xiaohu, who claimed to be a soy sauce in Shaolin, had not yet found the life-saving grenade, but the young man Thunder cut off his calf with a knife. Xiaohu always thought he was a ninth-generation evil man, but when he saw the young man, he knew that this was a person who was even more cruel than him, so he lost cleanly.

Xiaohu once hoped that Bo Feifei and the others would take down Mrs. He and other families, so that there would be a chance to bargain and leave alive. However, when he saw He Zihua's cold gaze, Xiaohu knew that no matter whether Bo Feifei and the others succeeded, He Zihua would not be threatened to live.

He Zihua's cold blood was beyond his imagination.

So in the face of the disdainful contempt of the gambling king, Xiaohu laughed out loud, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood and roared: "He Zihua, I, Xiaohu, have always known that the success, the king will succeed, the defeat, and I also know that if I lose, I will have no life, but don't you think you are a pitiful person?"

Xiaohu glanced over Mrs. He in the distance and said, "You are a person who only loves yourself. Your wife and daughter are just chess pieces in your hands. Don't you feel painful to live like this? And I tell you that you haven't won this battle thoroughly. Sooner or later, Le Shenzi will seek revenge you."

Mrs. He touched the corner of her mouth when she heard this. She didn't quite understand what Xiaohu said, but she knew that one of the words was not watery, that is, her and her daughter were afraid that she would not have much weight in her husband's heart. Otherwise, how could she ignore her daughter's life last night and how could she not rescue today?

After decades of support, my husband felt a little unfamiliar. Then Mrs. He remembered the young man who had just left silently. She had seen the person who couldn't speak three times, each time a few years apart. At the earliest, thirteen years ago, when he was still a half-year-old child.

She never knew what young people were asking He Zihua for, and she didn't know what the relationship between the two was. Hai Baichuan, the only person who might know the identity of young people, would never speak. So although she knew him thirteen years ago, Mrs. He still knew nothing about young people, including her name.

But today I met again in a hurry, and Mrs. He suddenly discovered that the young man had a few shadows of He Zihua. Although he was not as gentle as He Zihua, the cruelty was extremely similar. She remembered what He Zihua said last night that his first wife was hanged on a tree.

I wonder,,, does he have the first son?

A messy thought emerged from Mrs. He's mind, and then bit her lips and forced to dispel her thoughts that she shouldn't have. Instead, she looked hurriedly at her daughter who was detoxifying. She suddenly became like Zhao Heng, no longer worried about He Zihua's safety, but was only full of care for He Keren's life and death.

"Son Le Shenzi said, you are a shameless person!"

Xiaohu knew that he would have a good end today. He was easily turned around by the other party and did not want to suffer torture, so he angered He Zihua with words: "Le Shenzi said, what you owe him is no longer money, you still owe him more than a dozen lives. When he finds a place to settle down, he will take revenge!"

"He will poison you all!"

When Xiaohu finished roaring these words, he felt his strength completely dissipated, and a large stream of blood could not be stopped from his mouth. At the same time, a touch of heartache was seeping into his body and heart. Xiaohu looked at the ceiling with a drowsy head, gathering his last strength to make himself clear.

"Le Shenzi can't escape!"

He Zihua, who had just answered the phone, smiled coldly and was indifferent to Xiaohu's ridicule: "The troops stationed in Australia have completely blocked the sea. Obviously, Zhao Heng had guessed that Le Shenzi was going to run away from the sea. The Zhao family's power intervened with high profile and strong force. Le Shenzi's chance of survival was minimal."

A hint of surprise flashed across Xiaohu's face, and then he exhaled again: "He Zihua, your deployment is really thoughtful. Eliminate the forces you want to kill one by one, but I can still leave a message to you. You will pay the price for today's action, and someone will seek justice for me!"

As soon as the words fell, he spewed out a mouthful of blood. He Zihua stepped forward and smiled: "Does it feel weird? Is it broken by me but the heart-sucking snakes? I forgot to tell you that I applied poison to that sunflower. You will definitely pull it out to check it out during the gunfight."

He Zihua stared at Xiaohu and said lightly: "After all, it is a famous painting worth 60 million US dollars. With your strong and violent personality, you will definitely not wear gloves. And you never dreamed that I would be willing to poison it, so when you open it, you are destined to be poisoned to death."

"The medicine is chronic, but it is very fatal unless Le Shenzi appears."

He Zihua looked at Xiaohu with a sad face, and his voice came out smoothly: "Xiaohu, I told you that human hearts are not enough and snakes swallow elephant. If you took Sunflower home obediently today, maybe you wouldn't die so quickly. But you came to deal with me crazy, and you would have to be my wife and daughter."

His voice became cold and cold: "I will give it back to you ten times and a hundred times. You should know that I have a wide range of connections, whether in Europe, Asia or even Africa, I will send all the women in your family to Africa and let them make some contributions to the African people."

Xiaohu spewed out a mouthful of blood, raised his head and fell heavily to the ground. He felt that he was almost out of reach, and he roared angrily: "He Zihua, I admit that you are successful, king and defeated, but you are so shameless, you will be punished by God. And I said that someone will come to you for revenge. If you don't believe it, pull my left arm away and take a look."

"Actually mysterious?"

He Zihua took a gun and pointed it at Xiaohu's head, but then he put it back and spoke: "Come on, cut off his left arm and hang Xiaohu on the big tree in the back garden. Don't give these people a little color. In the future, someone will come to attack the He family and kill the chicken to warn the monkey."

The bodyguard of He's bodyguard carried out the order without any moisture. Not long after, Xiaohu screamed and was dragged away. An arm was also placed in front of He Zihua, pulling off his clothes and wiping away the blood. He Zihua clearly saw a mountain reflected in his eyes, majestic and huge, and his tattooing technique was quite professional.

Hai Baichuan pushed the gold-framed glasses on his face: "Mr. He, I don't know what this tattoo represents, but I know that this tattoo technique will never be found in Macau, and Hong Kong cannot have this level unless it is Europe, America or the mainland. It seems that Xiaohu is not a mysterious person."

"Haoshan, what does it mean?"

A hint of confusion flashed through He Zihua's eyes, lowered his head to guess the authenticity of what Xiaohu said and the meaning of the pattern. Then he asked someone to pull out the tops of the other outlaws to see if there was any mountain pattern, but it disappointed him. The other outlaws did not have this tattoo.

If they all have the same pattern, he will determine that it is the symbol of the Xiaohu Group and the dragon totem that the desperate people fought bravely. Although He Zihua doesn't know what the meaning of the mountain tattoo is, now he doesn't have it, and the tattoo level is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Hai Baichuan said that such a tattoo costs at least 300,000 yuan.

This means two situations. The first is that Xiaohu is mysterious before he dies, and wants He Zihua to be afraid of the forces behind him and dare not take ruthless measures against his family. The second is that Xiaohu is really backed by powerful forces, and the mountain tattoo is a symbol of Xiaohu's status in the organization.

"I will not be threatened regardless of whether I have a backer or not!"

He Zihua decisively issued an order: "Destroy the Xiaohu Group!"

When Hai Baichuan nodded and picked up the phone to arrange it, he looked at Lin Huanyuan again, and a kind and caring look surged on his face and said, "Huanyuan, where is Young Master Heng now? I want to thank him in person for saving your aunt and Ke Ren, otherwise today's scene would be unimaginable."

Lin Huanyuan replied subconsciously: "He is going to find Le Shenzi!"

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