Two rows of black Hummers turned around and drove back to the Xia family in a mighty manner. From a distance of a thousand meters, they could see thick smoke and flames rising over the Xia family villa.
The car was driving too fast. Although it only took a few minutes, it had already traveled dozens of miles away. Therefore, the rumbling explosion was not heard. If the car had not stopped, the ghost could have seen the distant sky.
By the light of the fire, they wouldn't even find out that something happened to the Xia family.
Dozens of cars came rushing like arrows, silently and as fast as the wind.
A group of killers holding pistols and wearing strange masks discovered the situation and immediately jumped on the parked off-road vehicles to escape. The black Hummer suddenly crashed into them. The off-road vehicles were spinning in place like wild horses that had lost their sense of control.
The masked killer opened fire in panic, but was quickly eliminated by a group of well-trained men in black, leaving only one person alive who was captured alive.
After the scene was under control, the black extended-length Lincoln drove over. Through the transparent windshield, the king saw that the Xia family villa had been bombed into a mess. In front of the courtyard, the bodies of servants and bodyguards could be seen everywhere.
"Yan Yan, Yan Yan——" Minglang's anxious voice came from the dark wall.
The king was shocked. He raised his hand slightly and opened the car door. He stepped out of the car and walked to the hidden wall. He saw Xia Zihan lying on the ground seriously injured. Minglang was trying to rush into the fire to save Gu Xiyan, but was held back by Xia Feng.
Because the fire was too strong.
With just one look, the ghost immediately led people into the fire scene to save people.
Xia Zihan raised his head and saw the king wearing a mask and black robe. He couldn't help but be shocked. Although the mask covered his face, Xia Feng could recognize these clear black eyes at a glance. In this world,
, only two people have eyes like this.
Minglang and Xia Feng were also shocked. He was so majestic and domineering, making people admired and worshiped like a god, and feared and trembling like Shura. He was really... the king of the dark night!
"Mo..." Xia Zihan's cry came out, but he stopped again. There were Dark Night's servants everywhere around him. He couldn't reveal the identity of the king.
"Save Xi'er, she and Liuli were kidnapped." Minglang was more rational, after all, Xia Zihan was the one in authority.
"They will be fine." The king knew very well that the other party's attack before he left must be aimed at him.
"Grandpa..." Xia Feng's exclamation interrupted the three people's thoughts. A man in black rushed out carrying Xia Shihao on his back, and another man in black supported Gu Xiyan.
Xia Shihao was seriously injured, apparently hit by flying objects during the explosion, while Gu Xiyan, although in a state of embarrassment, was not seriously injured.
In fact, Gu Xiyan could have escaped long ago with her quick reactions and skills, but she lost the best chance to escape in order to save Xia Shihao. The entire Xia family villa had become a sea of fire, and there was thick smoke everywhere. She had to carry Xia Shi on her back.
Hao hid by the kitchen on the first floor that had not been blown up, but at that time, Xia Shihao was seriously injured and unconscious.
Gu Xiyan had tried to rush out several times, but was forced back by the sea of fire. Listening to the sound of gunfire outside, she was anxious and worried about the safety of Minglang and the others. She waited until just now, when the gunfire stopped, and finally the men in black rushed in.
The sea of fire rescued them, and she felt relieved when she saw that Minglang and the others were safe and sound.
"Daddy, Daddy, how are you?" Xia Zihan shook Xia Shihao's shoulders anxiously. The man in black brought a wet towel and water. Xia Feng fed Xia Shihao to drink it. After a long time, Xia Shihao slowly opened his eyes.
Opening his eyes, he gasped weakly and murmured, "Mo'er, Mo'er..."
Xia Shihao shouted this name, which once again shocked the king's heart. Although he did not understand medical skills, with many years of experience on the edge of life and death, he knew that Xia Shihao... was about to die soon.
He still stood there indifferently, never getting closer than an inch, but his eyes could not leave Xia Shihao. This was his grandfather, the biological grandfather who loved him the most.
Although Xia Feng's glasses had been knocked off long ago, he still rubbed the bridge of his nose habitually. It seemed that the grandson was always the one he missed most in his heart.
Minglang and Gu Xiyan sat aside with support, looking sad and solemn.
A stream of tears welled up in Xia Zihan's eyes. His biological son, who was bleeding from his blood, was clearly standing in front of him, but he couldn't recognize him. Now, his father, who had worked hard for him all his life, was about to die in his sins.
What mistakes did the Xia family make in their previous lives? Does God want to punish us like this?
"Mo'er..." Xia Shihao's scattered eyes finally found the focus, which was the King. His dry eyes stared directly at the King's dark eyes and kept calling softly.
Xia Zihan stared at the king expectantly, hoping that he would look at his grandfather.
"Everyone, retreat." The king ordered, and everyone retreated silently.
Xia Shihao's old hand stretched out to him, and his mouth moved, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.
Xia Zihan also knew that his father was dying, and the endless sadness in his heart could no longer be concealed. He ordered the king in a father's tone: "Come here, grandpa calls you."
The king hesitated for a few seconds, then came over, bent down, and held Xia Shihao's hand.
Xia Shihao's throat made a slight sound, but he could not speak. In order to hear his words clearly, the king had to squat down and bend his ears.
"Mo'er, I know... you are Mo'er. You have always... been... the only flesh and blood of... the Xia family. You are the descendant of our... Xia family... no matter what your status is now... in the future...
, no matter what kind of mask you... wear, your body... will always flow... the blood of the Xia family. This is... a fact that you... can never... change! Grandpa will...
I'm leaving, I hope you can...as Mo'er...call me...grandpa!"
A few words finally brought tears to Xia Zihan's eyes. Two drops of water slid down, and his heart ached like a knife. Why, even though they were direct descendants, could they not recognize each other? Why on earth?
Xia Feng kept his head lowered and said nothing, but his heart was already filled with turmoil.
The king lowered his eyes, his simple lips still pursed lightly, and made no sound.
"Grandpa is leaving soon, please call him." Xia Zihan almost begged.
Minglang frowned. He knew that across the wall, so many servants in the dark night were watching every move of the king, waiting for him to personally confirm his identity, especially the thin man with sunken eyes.
Those eyes are as sharp as an eagle.
Xia Shihao's body suddenly twitched, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide. It seemed that only one breath was still stuck in his heart and he had not swallowed it. He just kept holding on for this breath.
"Scream, scream quickly..." Xia Zihan's voice increased unconsciously. He held the king's hand tightly and begged urgently.
Everyone was looking at the king, each with their own thoughts in mind.
The king raised his eyes, opened his thin lips, and finally spoke, "I'm sorry, I'm not!"