But both of them were wide-eyed, with endless grief, unwillingness, and entanglement.

They never expected that the old man really obeyed Ye Fan's attack on them.

They didn't expect that the fate of Ling Anxiu's family would become them.

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

"ruthless?"

The old man in the Ling family had a slightly joking face, and he looked down at his son who was only breathless:

"You think I don't know, the reason why there is something wrong with my heart is because you did it a few years ago?"

"Now I am saving me at all costs. I am just suffering from the Yang family's crisis and want me to be the Dinghai Sword Needle alive."

"Do you think I don't know that Lao Qi was poisoned, Thirteen drowned, and Fourteen was burned to death. Is it your father and daughter who secretly eliminated the dissident?"

"I have given you enough status and interests. You are not satisfied yet. You are thinking about the 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: "This time I made it happen today, it can be considered as a new account and an old account."

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

Then, their heads tilted and they died completely.

"Swoosh--"

When Ling Qijia and Ling Qingsi died, several dark shadows flashed out of the third floor and jumped out of the window and left the hall.

It was like he was rushing to the voice of the duck man who kidnapped Ling's parents.

Hundreds of Ling's sons and nephews were silent.

The scene in front of them was something they had never thought of.

The old man from the Ling family looked at Ye Fan and said lightly: "Enough, or not?"

Ye Fan led Ling Anxiu and stared at the old man word by word: "Not enough!"

The old man of the Ling family glanced at Ling Anxiu, with no emotional ups and downs on his face, just nodded.

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

The blood was flowing, but the old man's expression remained unchanged, looking at Ling Anxiu and spoke:

"An Xiu, this is what Grandpa owed you ten years ago..."
Chapter completed!