Jiang Xiaofan shook his head and said with a serious face: "I'm teasing you. So you rich people are also so afraid of death?"
"you!"
Zhou Guorong was so angry that his eyes widened, but he saw Jiang Xiaofan moving again.
Jiang Xiaofan was like a street kid, pretending to be Hua Zi with a cheap cigarette in his mouth, and took out a black short knife only about 20 centimeters long from his pocket. His whole body was as black as ink, and it was not reflective under the light.
But it was this little knife that made people feel cold in their backs.
"Now let me answer a question for you. Actually, I don't want to break your son's legs."
Jiang Xiaofan took a deep breath and played with the short knife in his hand. Indescribable complex emotions appeared in his deep eyes.
This short knife, also known as the black blade, was carried by Jiang Xiaofan. It has been with Jiang Xiaofan for many years. At the same time, he also drank a lot of blood, including the blood of poultry and beasts, as well as fresh human blood.
At the same time, he also tasted Jiang Xiaofan’s blood.
It's a short knife.
It’s also a violent weapon!
Violent violence!
The moment he pulled out the black blade, Jiang Xiaofan could even feel the old man's desperate desire for blood.
"But, your son broke Liao Zhiyuan's leg first, so..."
"call out!"
Before he finished speaking, the short knife fell and cut off Zhou Guorong's little finger on his left hand like a laser.
The pain nerves did not react as quickly as the knife. The moment he saw the blood, Zhou Guorong screamed in agony.
"My finger, ah..."
"It turns out that you rich people are not only afraid of death, but also afraid of pain."
Jiang Xiaofan nodded with sudden realization, and said: "Then why don't your Zhou family care about the pain and life and death of others?"
"You devil, if you dare to kill me, kill me!"
Zhou Guorong's eyes were full of fear, and he shouted the most cowardly words in the loudest voice, hoping to boost his courage.
However, Jiang Xiaofan turned a deaf ear and continued to play with the black blade calmly, still talking to himself as if no one else was around, like a mentally ill patient.
But Zhou Guorong didn't dare to interrupt, and the old housekeeper beside him didn't dare to interrupt. The remaining twenty or so people all looked at Jiang Xiaofan in silence.
They are all ruthless people, but compared with Jiang Xiaofan, they feel like children playing house and not worth mentioning.
"I don't object to whatever golf course your Zhou family wants to build, but you shouldn't demolish it and leave the children without a home. I don't care who the Zhou family wants to bully, but you shouldn't bully Liao Zhiyuan."
Jiang Xiaofan shook his head lightly, "The old dean has been taking care of the children in the orphanage for decades. He has spent almost his whole life without regrets. He raised the children who had no parents and no mothers. There is no credit but hard work.
, What has he done to your Zhou family? What has he done to your Aike Group?"
"..."
Zhou Guorong didn't reply, but he felt the cold murderous intent from Jiang Xiaofan's calm voice.
Zhou Guorong had no doubt that he really dared to kill people and that he would really kill himself.
"The children in the orphanage are not bastards. They also have flesh and blood and emotions. Are they living in the way of your breathing? They are not living to show your sense of superiority as rich people."
"Their existence is not to show off how great you are!"
"So, you really deserve to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaofan turned his head suddenly, his dark eyes shot out with cold light, and he chopped off the sword with all his strength once again!
"ah!"
Zhou Guorong screamed again, waving his half-severed arm, blood spurted out like a broken water pipe, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.
Jiang Xiaofan had no intention of avoiding it, he was still playing with the black blade.
The black blade is indestructible, but what's even more strange is that there is not a drop of blood on the black blade, it is still as clean as new, and it lies in Jiang Xiaofan's hand, releasing a strong killing intent.
"Kill me, please, kill me, give me a good time..."
How could Zhou Guorong still have the dignity of the richest man in Yanhai? Holding Qi Shengsheng's severed wrist, tears, snot, and blood mixed together in a pool, looking extremely embarrassed.
"At that time, the old director Liao Zhiyuan also begged you like this. Unfortunately, his leg was still crushed and the orphanage was still pushed down..."
Jiang Xiaofan shook his head lightly, his calm voice filled with a deep hatred that could not be expelled.
Once some seeds of hatred are sown, it will be a life-and-death situation.
"No, no, I don't want to die. I was wrong. I can rebuild the orphanage. I can build the best orphanage in the world for them."
At that time, Zhou Guorong's mind had completely changed.
At first, Jiang Xiaofan scared him so much that he wet his pants. Zhou Guorong was so embarrassed and angry that he wanted to die. But after being chopped twice by Jiang Xiaofan, severe pain hit him, and Zhou Guorong became afraid.
Ants are greedy for life and afraid of death, let alone humans?
What’s more, he is still the richest man in Yanhai!
The money had not been spent, the woman had not had enough fun, and she died unwillingly.
"Haha, do you regret it? Unfortunately, it's too late."
Jiang Xiaofan shook his head lightly. He could not trust Zhou Guorong. In other words, from the moment the Zhou family kidnapped the old dean, Jiang Xiaofan had already issued a "kill order" to him. Even if he dug three feet into the ground, he had to dig him out. Then
Crushed to death!
Otherwise, how could Jiang Xiaofan be worthy of the old dean?
How can I live up to the nurturing kindness of the old dean for ten years?
Although Liao Zhiyuan sounds like a little bastard, Jiang Xiaofan feels friendly. Wouldn't it be called that by a relative?
"So, you have to die, but you won't be alone on the road. You go first, and I will cut off your precious son piece by piece later."
The smile on Jiang Xiaofan's face was like a spring breeze, but it made people feel as if they were in an ice cellar.
Zhou Guorong was convinced that he had provoked a devil!
"No, no, no..."
Zhou Guorong shook his head with fear in his eyes. He struggled to stand up several times and ran back.
"Mr. Zhou, why are you going?"
However, before Zhou Guorong could run to the back door, a young man in his thirties walked out, with a warm smile on his face.
"Xiao Sun, Xiao Sun, hurry up, stop him and save me."
Seeing the person coming, Zhou Guorong seemed to have seen a life-saving straw.
"Quickly, kill him..."
However, before Zhou Guorong finished speaking, he found a knife stuck in his stomach. Zhou Guorong felt that his life was disappearing rapidly, as if he heard the footsteps of death approaching gradually.
"Xiao Sun, you, you..."
"boom!"
However, in response to Zhou Guorong, the man kicked him vigorously. Zhou Guorong fell to the ground instantly, as if his whole body had been soaked in a pool of blood.
"Xiao Sun? You are called so smoothly. Should I call you my good father?"
A sinister smile appeared on the man's face.
"you!"
"I am Sun Xiaorou's son, who do you think I can be?"
The man slowly walked to Zhou Guorong and squatted down. The moment he pulled out the dagger, blood spurted on his face, but he did not avoid it at all. He just held the dagger and stabbed Zhou Guorong in the chest again!
"After you go to hell, remember to kneel down and kowtow to my mother, otherwise, I will dig your ancestral graves."