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Ye Mansion is in the spacious and bright dining room.

Ye Shoutian and his wife, Professor Ye, Ye Xuanjun, and Ye Zhong all sat on the dining table.

The atmosphere is strange and depressing. It's hard to imagine.

No one can eat it, and no appetite.

But Ye Zhong, who was seriously injured, tried every dish.

It was very similar to the taste he had imagined back then. It seems to be home cooking that has been eaten countless times. Tastes great.

"Drinking?" Professor Ye sat at the dining table and glanced at Ye Zhong lightly.

But the mood is extremely complicated.

She saw that Ye was seriously injured.

And it's heavy.

In his new white suit, the red blood stains can already be seen.

"Alright." Ye Zhong nodded slightly. "It's really been a long time since I drank alcohol."

Taking the wine glass, Ye Zhong drank it. Spit out a suffocating breath: "In fact, a long time ago, I wanted to have a drink with Ye Zhenglong. But he didn't give me a chance."

"You still have the face to mention my grandpa!?" Ye Xuanjun yelled angrily. Almost lifted the table.

"Brother, eat well." Professor Ye said in a flat tone.

Then, he personally poured a second glass of wine for Ye Zhong.

"The first cup, to respect you for Grandpa."

Professor Ye picked up the second cup: "This cup, I respect you for Ye Mansion."

After all, drank it all in one go.

Ye Zhong nodded slightly and drank his glass of wine.

Subsequently, Professor Ye poured the third cup.

"What about this glass?" Ye Zhong asked, holding up the glass, pursing his lips.

"To your wife and family." Professor Ye raised his head and drank.

Ye Zhong smiled.

Although it was unnecessary, he drank it all the way.

Back then, he liked this little niece very much.

Professor Ye is not only like Ye Lao. It's also like Ye Zhong.

"I have eaten food. I have enough wine."

Ye put down the wine glass again, took out a paper towel and wiped the blood that was about to overflow from the corners of his lips.

A morbid flush flashed across his face: "It's time to stop all this."

After speaking, he took out a gun from his body.

A unique, powerful gun.

He raised his hand and took aim-Ye Shoutian!

The latter was aimed at by the muzzle of the snake. The body suddenly stiffened.

The bodyguard ambushing nearby appeared immediately. After only an order, Ye Zhong, who went to the meeting single-handedly, was beaten into a hornet's nest!

"Put down the gun."

Professor Ye raised the gun in his hand.

Since grandpa passed away, she has carried a gun with her.

The purpose is to avenge grandpa.

But she didn't expect that the opportunity for her to draw her gun would be in the Ye Mansion. She has lived in her home for more than 20 years.

"Impossible." Ye Zhong's arm was steady, and his right index finger had already squeezed the trigger. "This day, I waited too long."

"Unless I die. Otherwise, the road to revenge will never end."

boom!

The gunfire sounded.

Professor Ye shot.

A bullet hit the chest directly.

A **** flower exploded on Ye Zhongxue's white suit.

"Then die."

Professor Ye's red lips slightly opened. Between the eyebrows, there was no revenge.

The shot made the scalp numb of everyone at the table.

Ye Ye actually shot!

Killed the gentleman who was related to her personally!

"Very good." Ye Zhong looked down at the gunshot wound on his chest. "There is courage and decisiveness. It can be a great weapon."

Cang Dang.

Ye Zhong released the gun in his hand. The blood in his mouth could no longer be restrained.

"Why do you want to force me?" Professor Ye asked in a cold voice.

The husband leaned on the chair quietly, his breathing gradually faint.

He was already scarred, his vitality was cut off.

But to death, he still maintained grace and calmness.

It is similar to Professor Ye.

"Someone has to die." Ye Zhong glanced at Professor Ye with a smile on his face. "It's good to die in your hands."

I am not dead, you will never pass this hurdle!

I am not dead, you will be trapped by hatred in your whole life.

I have tasted the taste of hatred.

I don't want you to try it again.

Mr. is dead.

Died in the hands of Professor Ye.

Your reputation in Pearl City will reach unprecedented heights.

All those who are threatened by her husband will be grateful to Professor Ye.

This is why the husband has to come to the Ye Mansion after being tortured.

He closed his eyes.

Ended his never happy life.

"I'm so tired..."

The husband muttered to himself and swallowed one last breath.

In the restaurant, the atmosphere is unspeakable.

Professor Ye who shot the shot wavered.

Ye Shoutian and his wife, including Ye Xuanjun, were ignorant. I don't understand how to explain the conversation between Professor Ye and Ye Zhong.

But all of this has finally come to an end with Mr.'s anger.

"Pack him up." Professor Ye told Xiao Wu. "Call Fang Zhengsheng. Just say that I killed myself in self-defense. The deceased is my husband."

"Yes." Xiao Wu took the order and left.

Mr. Ye's body can be handled in private.

But Professor Ye chose to make a public decision.

Pearl City is precarious. The culprit of everything is this gentleman.

Now, he is dead. An explanation should be given to everyone.

"Parents. Brother." Professor Ye looked back at everyone. "Don't worry. From now on, I will carry Ye Mansion. As long as I don't fall. Ye Mansion will not fall."

After that, she put down her gun, turned and walked back to her building.

But as soon as he arrived at the door of his house, he saw Chu Yun squatting by the door smoking a cigarette.

"Why are you here?" Professor Ye was quite surprised.

"I heard that Mr. Ye has come to Ye Mansion." Chu Yun smiled. "I'm afraid he will be messy. So I followed."

"Then why are you squatting here?" Professor Ye pushed open the door~www.wuxiahere.com~Chu Yun followed consciously.

"I heard gunshots before I went in." Chu Yun pinched out the cigarette. "And just one. I think he should have failed."

Come to the living room.

Professor Ye opened a bottle of wine. But he didn't fall for Chu Yun as usual. Instead, he raised his head and poured it out.

"So rude? Wouldn't you give me a drink?" Chu Yun said solemnly.

"I want to get drunk." Professor Ye poured half a bottle in one breath. His eyes were confused.

"I can be drunk with you," Chu Yun said.

"You are injured. It is not suitable to drink." Professor Ye glanced at Chu Yun, who was a little haggard.

She didn't ask. But I guessed it.

Ye Zhong was seriously injured, and Chu Yun should have done it.

Otherwise, Professor Ye couldn't think of any powerhouse in Pearl City that could cause Chu Yun and Ye Zhong to be injured at the same time.

It should be each other.

Chu Yun fell silent. Spit out a sulky breath: "You killed it yourself?"

Professor Ye nodded.

"He has been dead soon," Chu Yun said slowly. "If you don't shoot, he won't survive."

After a pause, Chu Yun said again: "He has given his life to you, and it is considered a good intention."

Professor Ye drank a bottle of wine.

Suddenly retching.

The stomach is rolling, extremely uncomfortable.

After a few seconds of spasm, Professor Ye was sweating profusely. Almost suffocated.

"I avenged grandpa."

"But killed my uncle."

Professor Ye said with a trembling, "My hands are covered with blood from relatives."

"They turned me into a devil."