In the afternoon, the sun shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the warm sunshine shone on his body. Fu Haoran still felt cold all over.
Six hundred of the most elite men were killed on the spot by a hundred of the opponent's men. Their corpses were piled up in the streets. What a horrific scene it was.
The bald man stood next to the boss. He suggested in a low voice: "Brother, let's send more people---"
"No need!" Fu Haoran waved his hand: "No matter how many sheep are in front of the lion, they are still a piece of meat. Besides-" Fu Haoran looked out the window, with the desolation of late autumn in his eyes: "Maybe they are already here.
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After the words fell, several black figures appeared in the garden, which were the gray wolf dead soldiers beside Fu Haoran.
These people are all battle-experienced mercenaries, elite warriors that Fu Haoran spent huge sums of money to build. He rarely uses these people because these people are protecting him 24 hours a day.
Eight gray wolf dead soldiers rushed into the garden, and there was a lot of gunfire, and then there was silence.
"Is it solved?" Bald Man believed that no one could resist eight killing machines. He looked at his elder brother.
A trace of doubt flashed in Fu Haoran's eyes, and then a smile broke out at the corner of his mouth: "It should be fine!"
"Bang!" A corpse flew out from the bushes in the garden and hit the door of the villa hard, bleeding all over the ground.
A gray wolf dead soldier was completely turned into a corpse, with a terrifying blood groove left by a fighting saber on his chest!
"Bang!" The second one, and then the third one. Each sound was duller than the last, hitting Fu Haoran's heart. His face became paler, and in the end it looked like a blank piece of paper and the face of a dead person.
Three men strode over from the grass, with rifles on their shoulders and silver Desert Eagles on their waists. Their steps were so firm and their expressions were so proud, they were like hell coming to earth.
The soul-enchanting dead person carries the aura of death.
The person in the middle, with a handsome face, is surprisingly Fang Ming!
"Fu Haoran, are you going to kill it yourself or let me do it?" Fang Ming aimed his gun at Fu Haoran. He held the 0.5-caliber Sand Eagle with one hand, showing his extraordinary wrist strength.
Fu Haoran smiled, this was the smile of a hero facing the end.
Slowly reaching for his waist, Fu Haoran grasped the thing hidden in his trousers. This was the remote control of the explosive. Pressing the button would destroy the entire villa.
"Hehe ---" Fu Haoran looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. His eyes were centered on the pupils, filled with heart-stopping bloodshot streaks: "Fang Ming, I will take you to hell!"
Fu Haoran pressed the button while speaking!
"Brother, don't!" The bald man suddenly bumped and knocked Fu Haoran away. The remote control flew out. The bald man quickly rolled over and held it firmly in his hand.
"Bald guy---you!" Fu Haoran pointed at his younger brother angrily.
The bald man's Adam's apple was shaking up and down, and he looked very scared: "Brother, forgive me, I don't want to die yet!"
"Bang!" A crisp gunshot ended everything, and a terrifying blood hole burst out in the center of Fu Haoran's eyebrows. Red blood and white brains splashed all over the bald man's head and face---Fang Ming and Huo Long turned around.
, the three of them just walked away like this - Fu Haoran was dead. The news spread at an alarming speed. Governor Maid only said one sentence when he heard the news: "It seems that Macau is already ruled by Fang!"
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After killing Fu Haoran, Fang Ming left Dao Zai and Hua Sheng to take care of the casino business. Black Panther still returned to Hong Kong, and he and Huo Long flew directly back to Nandu City.
The plane passed through the thick clouds, and when a familiar building appeared in front of him, Fang Ming's heart became heavier.
Along the way, Ming Ming was thinking about Zhu Xiaoyao's words. Her hesitant tone sounded like something big had happened at home.
What happened to the Fang family? Things that can make Zhu Xiaoyao nervous are definitely not ordinary things. Fang Ming frowned and was thinking deeply along the way!
After getting off the plane, a black Audi parked at the door. Zhu Xiaoyao was dressed in black and looked sad.
Fang Ming's heart tightened again. He got in the car and asked impatiently: "Sister Xiaoyao, what happened?"
Before Zhu Xiaoyao could speak, his eyes turned red and his voice was choked with sobs: "Young Master, Uncle Hao---Uncle Hao---"
"What's wrong with my father?" Fang Ming grabbed Zhu Xiaoyao's shoulders and shook him vigorously.
"Uncle Hao passed away!"
"Boom!" Fang Ming felt as if a bomb exploded in his head, chaotic airflow collided, and his whole person was completely in chaos.
For five minutes, Fang Ming remained silent like a stone statue for five minutes before he raised his head.
His eyes turned red from sadness, just like the color of the sunset when it bleeds.
Fang Ming did not shed tears. There are some sorrows in this world that cannot be expressed by tears. Scenes emerged in his mind. He still did not believe how the man who was as strong as a mountain could die? That man with only one sword,
How could the Satanic Juggernaut who broke into the Byzantine Church die?
Zhu Xiaoyao tried his best to describe it in a calm tone: "Last month, Uncle Hao and Dongfang Yunlong led six masters of the Dragon Soul Team to the Sword Saint Valley in Japan, preparing to teach the Japanese underworld forces a lesson. Who knows, they encountered seventy
The top masters on the Dragon List jointly attacked. After a bloody battle, Uncle Hao disappeared and Dongfang Yunlong was seriously injured----"
The top master on the Dragon List is the highest being in the entire world. There are only a handful of such people in the entire Huaxia Kingdom. Although Fang Tianhao is the Satanic Sword Master who makes the world's underworld fearful, it is impossible to deal with so many masters.
What no one expected during this operation was that the Japanese Sword Master Sect would actually gather the top martial arts masters from around the world.
Fang Ming's eyes widened, and the previous grief turned into shock, and then turned into full of anger: "This is not a simple operation, this is a raid carried out by Japan united with the global underworld forces."
Zhu Xiaoyao nodded and said: "Brother Qiang and I think so too. The reason for this sudden attack is that no one thought that Japan's Sword Saint Sect could gather so many top martial arts masters."
The higher a person's martial arts cultivation level, the more aloof and arrogant he is. Most people of this level are the masters of a sect. To bring so many martial arts masters together in one place is not something that only one Sword Saint Sect can do.
Fang Ming raised his head, with a trace of hope still in his eyes: "You mean my father is missing?"
"Yes!" Zhu Xiaoyao couldn't bear the grief and finally shed tears: "Brother Qiang and I have been to the scene, and it was a mess. The airflow caused by the collision of peerless masters has completely eliminated the traces of the scene. Listen to the old Taoist priest
Tell me, the hope of survival is slim."
While he was talking, Zhu Xiaoyao had already entered the gate of Jinhuang Villa. The further inside, Fang Ming's heart became heavier. He thought of his mother, how heartbroken she must have been when she heard the news.
Closer, closer.
A woman wearing a black dress stood at the door of a villa with a sad expression.
"Mom!" Fang Ming got out of the car and stood in front of his mother.
Lin Guifang's eyes were red and swollen, and her expression was sad. When mother and son met, they didn't know where to start their conversation.
"How is grandpa?" This is the question that Fang Ming is most concerned about.
"Your grandpa is fine." Lin Guifang said calmly. She took Fang Ming's hand and said, "Come on, I will take you to the mourning hall. They are all waiting."
The mourning hall was set up in the gathering hall of the Fang family. In addition to Fang Tianhao, two other members of the Fang family were also killed in this operation.
Fang Zhen was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, and his wrinkled face showed indescribable vicissitudes of life.
Fang Tianhao's disappearance is actually a euphemism for death. A full blow from more than seventy top martial arts masters is enough to level a hill with a radius of several hundred meters. Any strong person will be torn into pieces by the violent energy.
.As for the seriously injured Dongfang Yunlong, he broke out after Fang Tianhao withstood most of the force.
However, Dongfang Yunlong was not much better, and he is still unconscious. Lin Guifang took Fang Ming's arm and slowly entered the mourning hall. Dongfang Yunmeng and his two children stood aside, looking sad. When they saw
Fang Ming and Dongfang Yunmeng still showed anger.
In Dongfang Yunmeng's view, Lin Guifang was an unknown woman. She took away everything from her and even killed her husband. She was a complete broom star.
Lin Guifang didn't notice Dongfang Yunmeng's hateful gaze at all. All her thoughts were focused on the coffin in the center.
There were no bones in the coffin, only some clothes and souvenirs that Fang Tianhao used in daily life. Lin Guifang looked at the black coffin with dull eyes, and the past lingered in front of her like fragments of a movie.
I once thought that an extremely strong man would never die, but who would have thought that he would disappear from this world in the blink of an eye without leaving any news!
Tick-tock---tears flowed down Lin Guifang's cheeks to her chin, and then dripped to the ground. Such a fierce general could not help but be moved by it!
"Bang, bang---" Lin Guifang suddenly hit the coffin like crazy, until she fainted in grief.
Mr. Fang Zhenming helped Lin Guifang to a quiet room for cultivation. He looked at Fang Ming with kind eyes.
"Grandpa---" Fang Ming choked up.
There is a kind of person in this world. When he is around, you don't know what love is. But once he is lost, it will be eternal pain and endless attachment.
Fang Ming looked at the coffin dreamily. He felt pain like a bug biting his heart, and his eyes were empty.
"Fang Ming!" Fang Zhen took a deep breath, his eyes were deep and his expression was extremely strong: "Your father died for the country, and he died a worthy death. As the head of the Fang family, all you can do is cheer up!"
Fang Ming was shocked, and he finally came to his senses.
When the news of his father's death spreads, all forces will be ready to take action. The Fang family's affairs are complicated, and as the head of the family, he must make a decision.
Fang Ming took the incense, bowed several times to the mourning hall, and completed the memorial ceremony solemnly.
After walking out of the mourning hall, Fang Ming entered the back mountain.
Climbing up a mountain several hundred meters high, it was just as the sun was setting.
It was also such a dusk that day, and the father and son had a serious conversation here. The scenery is still there, and the people in the past have passed away, leaving only endless thoughts - the strong mountain wind made the clothes rustle, and the cliffs
A long shadow appeared on the side, Fang Ming turned around and said in a deep voice: "Who is it?"