After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

Chapter 172

He just took a quick glance and saw that there was no one in the kitchen, so he thought that the people who came were scared away by the wooden barrel in his hand.

Roast Chicken heard the sound of the back door opening. He waited for a few seconds, pulled out a knife, and walked towards the dining table.

He wants to kill Qin Bailian.

Qin Bailian was already frightened silly.

By now, at least twenty seconds had passed, and she was still slumped in the chair, with no strength to stand up and get her phone to call the police.

Roast Chicken walked silently behind her, raised his hand and cut her throat, then turned and walked quietly towards the back door.

Qin Bailian, dead.

Fang Hongjun must die.

If Fang had no weapons, he could only fight once according to Uncle Tang's request. If the guy was lucky, he might still be able to survive.

Now, he has decided to kill Fang Hongjun, no matter what the cost.

Even if he was hit by Fang Hongjun, he would kill him with a flying knife.

He walked to the door and was about to listen when he was startled by the sound of a wooden warehouse outside the door and took a step back.

Fang Hongjun had a knife stuck in his body.

Xiaodao and Ah Qi are both afraid of bullets; it's instinct.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, had retreated to the corner.

When Fang Hongjun pushed open the door and walked out, Xiaodao had not made any move yet, but was just quickly running towards the corner.

Fang Hongjun cursed while looking for the three bastards.

He held the gun with both hands, looking very imposing.

When Ah Qi stuck his head out, Fang Hongjun was looking in another direction. He threw the knife in his hand away.

Because of the light from the window, the shadows outside appeared particularly dark.

Fang Hongjun didn't notice the flying knife at all.

The knife was stuck in his left ribs, piercing deep into his body.

Fang Hongjun exclaimed, turned around and opened the wooden warehouse.

He knew he had been stabbed, and he felt not only pain, but more of fear.

But it was too dark outside and he couldn't see anything.

He doesn't want to die.

He had a dream in which Fang Ping'an was dead.

And he became the helmsman of Yuncheng Fang Group.

In the dream, he, his mother and his father were happy.

He worked so hard, seizing every moment to enrich himself and strive to conquer those old antiques from the aristocratic families in the future.

He still has a bright future.

How could I die in this foreign country?

No.

I can't die.

He pulled the trigger repeatedly and rushed towards the direction where the knife was flying.

Kill them all!

Ah!

I'm going to kill all you bastards!

Damn Fang Ping'an!

Damn Zhao Wei!

Damn Zhao family!

I'm going to kill you all!

There was a sound of wooden doors being opened, followed by several more sounds in succession.

Ah Qi shrank back and listened to the sound of bullets hitting the wall.

Fortunately, the house is not made of wood, otherwise the bullet would have penetrated the wall at such a close distance.

As for whether we can hurt him, that depends on fate.

Fang Hongjun's shouting did not make Ah Qi show up again.

He squatted down, ready to pounce on the boy in the dark when he came over.

There were only 17 bullets in Fang Hongjun's wooden magazine, not a single one more.

He endured the pain in his ribs and grimaced.

Fear and anger prompted him to quicken his pace.

Xiaodao heard his shout and the sound of the wooden box, looked out, and then stood up.

With a wave of his hand, the knife in his hand flew out and stabbed Fang Hongjun in the back.

Fang Hongjun screamed again.

He wanted to reach behind his back and pull out the knife.

With his other hand, he started shooting again in the direction of the knife.

He had absolutely no control over the initiative.

The knife in the back almost killed him.

He stared with his eyes wide open, screaming "Ahhh" while firing from the rifle.

Fang Hongjun, who was already seriously injured by two knife wounds, was slightly hunched and staggered.

The door behind the kitchen was opened silently.

The knife in Shaoji's hand stabbed straight into Fang Hongjun's neck.