The king raised his eyes, opened his thin lips, and finally spoke, "I'm sorry, I'm not!"
After hearing these words, Xia Shihao shed two lines of clear tears from his old, wrinkled eyes. He took his last breath, and his eyes... were still wide open, refusing to close his eyes.
The body has no movement, no breath, no temperature...
The king lowered his eyes, his heart ached as if torn apart, his hands were trembling slightly, but a thick smile appeared on his lips, and the smile was so weird.
In his mind, he replayed the scene more than 20 years ago. Every night, when he couldn't sleep, his grandfather would sit by the bed and tell him stories. A few days ago, they were playing chess together. Grandpa said that his only wish was to be alive during his lifetime.
He heard Mo'er call him grandpa.
Before his death, grandpa looked at him with such begging and hope, hoping that he could fulfill grandpa's little wish and let grandpa die in peace, but he refused so cruelly that grandpa was unwilling to go to hell.
"Grandpa——" Xia Feng cried out sadly.
"Uncle Xia..." Minglang and Gu Xiyan were also very sad.
"You bastard -" Xia Zihan grabbed the king's collar angrily and roared like thunder, "Why? Why are you so heartless? He is already dead, all dead, just his last breath, his last wish, why
You can't help him? Why do you want him to die in peace? Why?"
"I'm not the one who can accomplish it." The king looked at him indifferently and replied coldly.
"Bastard." Xia Zihan's fist swung hard at the king, but was tightly grasped by a strong hand. This hand was as strong and powerful as an eagle's claw, making the injured Xia Zihan unable to move.
The ghost's eyes narrowed slightly, and two sharp cold lights shot out, staring at Xia Zihan coldly: "If you dare to hit our king, I think you are tired of living!"
"Back off!" The Lord shouted, and the ghost looked at him in surprise. After being stunned for two seconds, he let go of Xia Zihan's fist, bowed his head and retreated.
He raised his eyes and looked at Xia Zihan, who was filled with grief and anger, and was in great pain. The king's expression was as cold as ice, and his eyes were indifferent and distant, without a trace of warmth: "Forget it this time. Remember, don't offend me again in the future! Otherwise, you will suffer this
The most severe punishment in the world."
Whether it was a threat or an order, the king's tone was like a generous god's forgiveness to a humble mortal.
Xia Feng's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that the king would actually speak to Xia Zihan like this.
In less than an hour, the king who put on the mask seemed to have become a different person. If it weren't for these eyes, Xia Feng would really not believe that he was the king who was so respectful and courteous to the Xia family.
Gu Xiyan was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Now that she knew everything, she couldn't bear to see the king being so cold-blooded and ruthless. How could any son in the world speak to me like this?
"Ha...haha..." Xia Zihan looked up to the sky and laughed, "This is really the scariest joke in the world, the weirdest joke, there is actually something..."
"Zihan." Minglang grabbed Xia Zihan in time to stop him from continuing. Now Xia Zihan was completely overwhelmed by the pain of losing his father and the grief of Qiezi. He had lost any ability to think.
"Wang, a confession has been forced. They are in the TV station building." Leng Qin came to report.
"Act." King Zun ordered.
"King, this is not a task in the organization. Besides, Xia Zihan was disrespectful to you just now, why do we still..." Youhun's puzzled inquiry was stopped by the stern eyes of the king. Youhun did not dare to say anything anymore, but, he
The eyes are unwilling.
"If you want to ask An Ye to rescue my daughter and Zihan's wife, how much will it cost?" Minglang suddenly asked calmly.
The king raised his eyes and looked at Minglang. At this tense moment, you are still the calmest and most sensible.
Leng Qin looked at the king inquiringly, and the king nodded slightly. Leng Qin replied businesslikely: "Two people are worth one billion dollars. Before we accept the mission, if they are not dead yet, we will definitely bring them back alive."
"What did you fart? How could my daughter die? How could Li Li die?" Gu Xiyan became angry and pointed at Leng Qin and cursed. Leng Qin's eyes were fierce, but she didn't dare to get angry.
"Why don't you act quickly?" the king suddenly shouted, and the ghost immediately drove away with the people.
"This is our account, please remit the money within ten minutes." Leng Qin handed a business card to Minglang.
"I will do it as soon as possible. Please don't worry about rescuing them safely." Minglang was very calm.
"You only need to pay 500 million US dollars. Xi is my woman, and I will save her." The king said indifferently, turned and left.
Looking at the departing figure of the king, Xia Zihan trembled with anger and flushed: "Is there such a son in the world who has to collect money to save his mother? Is this reasonable?"
"Daddy, don't be angry, just think of it as a good deed, as long as mommy comes back safely." Xia Feng persuaded, feeling relieved.
At the moment of the explosion, Xia Feng felt extremely shocked and regretful. He regretted impulsively agreeing to cooperate with the masked old man before the matter was clear. He heard the king said that he would never come back again, and he had already planned to follow him as soon as possible.
The masked old man said he would cancel the cooperation, but he didn't expect them to do it so quickly.
Grandpa passed away just now, and Xia Feng felt even more guilty and regretful. But now, the regret in his heart slowly disappeared. Dad finally saw Xia Mo's true face and knew that he was a cold-blooded and ruthless person. Their father and son finally turned against each other. Grandpa
The sacrifice...is worth it.
Now, Xia Feng only hopes that the masked old man can keep his promise and not hurt Mommy and Xi'er.
Minglang took a deep look at Xia Feng, turned his eyes and patted Xia Zihan's shoulder to comfort him: "Zihan, I know you feel uncomfortable, but now, we must calm down. Let's deal with uncle's funeral first."
Xia Zihan lowered his eyes and looked at his father's body, feeling very sad. Thinking of the cold-blooded and ruthless king, he felt even more chilled.
…
Staring in the rearview mirror, at the grief-stricken Xia Zihan and his grandfather's body lying in the ruins, the king's heart felt like it was bound by poisonous vines, suffocating him in pain.
Only cold-bloodedness can save you. I am the devil from hell. Anyone who has anything to do with me will not end well, so please stay away from me.
…
"A Feng, help handle grandpa's funeral affairs; Yan Yan, quickly contact the company's accountant and transfer the money." After Ming Lang gave the order, he turned around and left.
"Where are you going?" Xia Zihan pulled him.
"I have to go and have a look."
"I'll go with you." Xia Zihan covered his wound and forced himself to stand up.
"I'll go too." Xia Feng said eagerly, "I know grandpa needs me very much, but I can't put mommy and Xi'er in danger. Even if I can't help much, I still have to go and take a look."
"A friend in need is a friend indeed..." Xia Zihan patted Xia Feng on the shoulder.
"Look, that's Xu Yang's car, and the police are here too." Gu Xiyan pointed to another aisle.
When Zun Wang and his car disappeared from sight, Xu Yang also hurried over with a police brigade. Xia Zihan handed Xia Shihao's body to Xu Yang, told him An Ye's account and asked him to transfer money. Everything here,
Leave everything to Xu Yang to handle. Xia Zihan, Ming Lang, Xia Feng, and Gu Xiyan got in the car together and rushed to the TV station building.