But both of them had wide eyes, filled with endless grief, anger, unwillingness, and entanglement.

They never expected that the old man would really obey Mark and kill them.

They never imagined that Ling Anxiu's family would end up like them.

Ling Qijia squeezed out the last words of his life: "Dad, you are so... heartless!"

"ruthless?"

The wrinkled face of the old man from the Ling family was slightly joking. He looked down at his son who was only breathing:

"Do you think I don't know that the reason why I have a heart problem is because of something you did a few years ago?"

"You are saving me at all costs now, but you are suffering from a crisis in the Yang family and want me alive to get the Poseidon Needle."

"Do you think I don't know that the seventh child was poisoned, the thirteenth child drowned, and the fourteenth child was burned to death? It was your father and daughter who secretly eradicated dissidents?"

"I have given you enough status and benefits, but you are still not satisfied. You are only thinking about a few points of dividends from your brothers and sisters."

"In the past few years, six of my fourteen children have died."

He looked at Ling Qijia and sighed: "Today's incident can be regarded as settling old and new accounts together."

Ling Qijia and Ling Qingsi's pupils opened, and they were surprised that the old man knew everything.

Then, their heads tilted and they died completely.

"Whoosh——"

When Ling Qijia and Ling Qingsi died, several more black figures flashed out of the third floor, jumped out of the window and left the hall.

It was as if he was chasing the voice of the male duck who kidnapped Ling's parents.

Hundreds of Ling's sons and nephews were in dead silence.

The scene before them was something they had never imagined.

The old man of the Ling family looked at Ye Fan and said calmly: "Enough or not enough?"

Ye Fan held Ling Anxiu's hand and stared at the old man and said word by word: "Not enough!"

The old man from the Ling family glanced at Ling Anxiu. There was no emotion on his face and he just nodded.

Then, he flashed a knife and with a whoosh, chopped off a finger on his left hand.

The blood was flowing profusely, but the old man's expression did not change. He looked at Ling Anxiu and said:

"Anxiu, this is what grandpa owed you ten years ago..."
Chapter completed!