It was dark, and a storm seemed to be coming. The air was so heavy that it made people feel depressed. Fu Ting finally took out his cell phone and called Skerson. This was something he had always dreamed of. He wanted to question him angrily, but he felt that it was unnecessary. Is it necessary for the executioner to kill someone?

Money is the root of all evil, and everyone wants to have it. Skerson's answer must be to get more money. Dad's death is like this upcoming storm, which has been pressing heavily on the two brothers for many years, and has never relaxed for a moment. Remember that this revenge must be avenged.

The phone was answered soon, and Skerson's somewhat dull voice came viciously: "Who are you?"

"If you want your son's life, come to the place I said to find me." Wanqian hatred boiled in his chest, but Futing's voice sounded calm and calm without a trace of turmoil.

"My son is in your hands. Who are you and what do you want to do? Don't kill him, I'll give you money, a lot of money." Skerson was also panicked. This was something that Fu Ting had never thought about before. He thought that a demon like him was a cold-blooded animal with no feelings. Now it seems that he overestimated him.

"Money? Is your money clean? How many innocent people have you killed to get this dirty money. I don't want your money. I want your son's life to make you compensate for the despair of losing your closest relatives." In a cold voice, Futing told the other party in Liliu English, full of ridicule.

Skerson was silent on the other side of the phone for a long time, but he could hear that he was very angry. Maybe it was too long since no one had ever asked him for help, which made him almost forget the feeling of being threatened. At this moment, he wanted to smash his phone hard, but his son's life was in the other party's hands, and he finally held back.

"Okay, where do you want me to see you? I'll come here, you don't want money, you want my life, who are you? Who did I kill you?" Skerson was not stupid because there were too many people who overestimated themselves to seek revenge on him, but there was only one, and he destroyed him. He believed that the result today would be the same. On his territory, no one could defeat him. He had absolute self-confidence.

Futing did not deliberately choose a place, so he asked Skerson to come to his company directly.

"You are Futing, I know you run that company.

"When Skerson heard the name of the company, his back froze and guessed Fu Ting's identity. He gritted his teeth in a cold hatred: "You two brothers are so unscathed. Your father has been dead for so many years before you came to me. I have to tell you that the person who killed your father is not me, but my former partner. I have killed him, which is also considered anger for you. You shouldn't seek revenge on me."

Skerson was sly to confuse the truth of the facts.

"If he dies, you can't escape the blame. I'll give you two hours. Come here now, otherwise your baby son will never call you dad again." Futing warned him coldly.

"Fu Ting, he is still a child, how can you attack the child?" Skerson said angrily, trying to summon Fu Ting's conscience.

"My father died back then. Have you ever thought that he still has two underage children?" Fu Ting couldn't suppress his anger and retorted.

Skerson was completely mute. Yes, he never cared about consequences when doing things. At this moment, it was his turn to compensate for this feeling.

"I'll come here, don't touch him." Skerson hung up the phone and summoned his subordinates with a vicious look: "Give me the lives of the two brothers of the Bun family. Whoever kills them will be rewarded with 10 million US dollars."

This was the first time his men heard so much bonus, and their eyes were red with excitement, and they all wanted to get the money.

"It's okay to kill them, but my son's life must be guaranteed. Anyone who dares to hurt my son will also ruin him." Skerson is almost over 60 years old. He has suffered injuries several times. The doctor told him that he has no fertility anymore. He is old and only one son is still fine. Of course, he has to keep his last bloodline.

The group set out in a mighty manner, rolling up the dust and smoke, and came with murderous aura.

Fu Ting pinched his cell phone, stared at the dark night outside the window through the curtain. Tonight, it was a life-and-death battle. He promised her that he would definitely go back alive.

When he agreed, he was full of confidence, but at this moment, Futing became nervous.

He was not afraid of death, he was just afraid that he could not fulfill his promise and disappointed her.

Before he met her, he had already been ready to die with his enemies, so

After so many years, his emotional period was blank, and it was not that there was no woman who offered to confess his love, but that he lived like a walking corpse until she broke into his life.

Fu Ting frowned, almost no one remembering when she was stirred up by her heart. He only remembered that her bright and sincere eyes were shining in his mind.

No longer can I think about it, Futing took out her notebook, kissed her thin lips, put it in his arms, and then turned around and deployed everything.

Tang Weixin and Jack have found the best sniper location. Futing has purchased a lot of equipment here, so what they currently hold is the best and most advanced weapons, and their self-confidence has also doubled.

"Senior sister, if this battle is won, are you planning to retire and get married?" Jack asked her in a low voice.

"Well, I can't let him wait for me." Tang Weixin's answer was simple and firm, and even more neat than a man.

“我真的不敢想像师姐你恋爱的样子.”杰克压着笑意,怕挨揍.

"Don't I look like a woman? Do I have no femininity?" Tang Weixin was inexplicably heartbroken. In the past, Jack would dare to joke with her, but now she wants to be a more gentle person.

"No, my senior sister looks like a woman, but she acts more manly than a man." Jack quickly explained in a low voice.

"That's enough. I thought you said I wasn't pretty enough." Tang Weixin's mood fell again.

The lights in the factory were on in a row, which was the only passage where Skersen could enter. In the dark areas on both sides of the company, Fuxun and Wang Cheng also performed their own responsibilities. Wang Cheng could control all drones by himself, and his combat power should not be underestimated.

Time passed little by little, and the pressure of the storm was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that everyone was having some difficulty in breathing.

Everyone is waiting for this life-and-death showdown.

In the distance, a row of headlights suddenly lit up, and the car rushed over quickly and frantically, like a tide, making people feel frightened.

Fu Ting was fearless, but Fu Xun was a little nervous and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Tang Weixin and Jack were ready early and waiting for the target person to come into sight.
Chapter completed!