Wang Lang nodded, and Xuanxuan identified the surrounding environment.

Pointing in one direction, the two walked towards the other side together.

The villa door was still open, and the bodyguard door cleaned the battlefield, one died and more than a dozen injured.

The butler sat on the steps at the door, quietly watching the bodyguard pack up.

When Wang Lang and Xuanxuan entered, the butler was stunned for a moment and then started to bounce like a ghost. He looked at Wang Lang and Xuanxuan in shock.

Xuanxuan walked straight towards the butler. The butler pointed at Xuanxuan and shouted, "Stop her! Stop her!"

A group of bodyguards surrounded him.

"Brother Ma, why, give me a reason." Xuanxuan looked at the butler through the bodyguards.

The housekeeper seemed to hear some joke, "Why? I have worked hard for the Sima family for forty years, and what have you done for the Sima family? Why should I hand over such a big family business to you a little girl's movie?"

"Brother Ma, if you tell me, I can give you all this, but why do you want to kill me?" Xuanxuan asked loudly.

The housekeeper rolled up his sleeves, "No? If you say you don't want it if you say you don't have it, you don't want it if you don't have it? People's hearts are not enough. Do you say you don't want it now, and will you say you don't want it in the future?"

"I don't lack money to spend, really." Xuanxuan's eyes were filled with tears and her lips kept trembling.

The butler sneered, "Don't you short of money? Haha, you are still young and don't know how wonderful it is to have money."

"Money is not omnipotent." Xuanxuan cried.

"But you must not have money!" the housekeeper shouted.

"What's the use of more than one billion? My mother is gone yet." Xuanxuan stared at the butler.

"That's because she has done too much destiny. The King of Hell must take her life." The butler sneered.

"What about you?" Xuanxuan asked again.

"Me?" The housekeeper smiled, turned around and entered the mourning hall. When he came out again, he held a gun in his hand, took out an iron tag and put it into the barrel and shook it up and down. Then he filled it with steel sand inside. The housekeeper lifted the gun and looked at Xuanxuan.

"Girl, in the next life, be an ordinary child." The housekeeper spoke softly.

Wang Lang walked forward and stood in front of Xuanxuan.

"Looking for death." The butler snorted coldly.

When the index finger was about to pull the trigger, a black shadow flashed away. The housekeeper groaned, a ball of blood burst out from his shoulders, and a black card was inserted on the wall behind him, half of which was exposed.

Wang Lang was still playing with a black card in his hand.

"Kill him!" the housekeeper shouted angrily.

All the bodyguards pounced on them.

Wang Lang kicked and fucked the other one, and his hands formed claws, rushed into the crowd, and still entered the world of no one. In a short while, a group of bodyguards retreated one after another, and everyone's arms were almost drooping.

Dragon Claw Hand is not that fun.

The butler endured the pain and raised the gun, aimed at Wang Lang and was about to shoot. Wang Lang flew up and went straight to the butler, blocking the gun with a black card in his palm.

With a bang.

The barrel exploded.

As the steel sand splashed, Wang Lang took a step forward, reached out and pinched the butler's neck and lifted it up. He rushed forward a few steps to push the butler to the wall. The butler clenched his fist and punched Wang Lang's head.

After one punch, the housekeeper had cramps in pain in his hands, as if he had punched a stone.

Wang Lang looked at the butler, "Why do I feel that Xuanxuan's mother was deliberately murdered?"

The butler grinned, and his face, which originally looked very kind, looked distorted and even a little hideous.

"So what? Do you dare to kill me? Do you dare?" The butler's smile was still ferocious, his eyes were filled with blood, like a devil crawling out of hell.

Wang Lang's lips curled up, and his whole body exuded an indescribable aura, extremely cold, as if it was dyed from the Nine Netherworlds.

Indifferent and ruthless, his eyes were not at all turbulent, Wang Lang just stared at the butler. The housekeeper's hideous smile froze on his face, replaced by fear, fear from the inside out.

Wang Lang let go, the butler slid down on the ground while rubbing the wall, staring at Wang Lang in panic.

Xuanxuan walked up to her.

Bang!

Xuanxuan slapped the butler in the face.

"This slap was for my grandfather."

Bang!

Another slap.

"This slap was for my dad."

Bang!

"This slap was for my mother, Boss Ma, I have always been my dear and beloved elder. I never thought you would kill my mother." Xuanxuan clenched her hands into fists, her whole body was trembling with anger, and her eyes were filled with tears.

The housekeeper did not go to see Xuanxuan, but stared at Wang Lang with a faint face beside him.

Wang Lang patted Xuanxuan on the shoulder, "Go and accompany your mother for a while, tomorrow, find a place to bury her."

Xuanxuan reached out to beat the butler, but she held her hand in mid-air, but she still couldn't bear to fight.

Turning around and entering the mourning hall, seeing the broken portraits and urns, Xuanxuan bit her lips and tears spread wildly.

Wang Lang lit a cigarette and squatted in front of the butler, and took out his ears, "Why do I feel that Xuanxuan's father was also killed by you."

The butler stared at Wang Lang, "It has nothing to do with me."

Wang Lang smiled and took another breath of cigarette, "Are you going to surrender or I'll take you to surrender."

The butler stared at Wang Lang, "Can I have a third choice?"

Wang Lang spit out a mouthful of smoke at the butler, "Where are you qualified to tell me this?"

"I am familiar with all the companies in the Sima family, whether it is operations or channels, online and offline. Xuanxuan doesn't know anything. Keep me, keep me and help Xuanxuan, otherwise such a big industry will sooner or later be ruined in Xuanxuan's hands." The housekeeper said hurriedly.

"I don't want the company, and I don't want any of my property either." Xuanxuan stood at the door and suddenly spoke.

The housekeeper was waiting for Xuanxuan, "You! Xuanxuan! That's more than one billion, not hundreds of thousands or millions."

Xuanxuan looked expressionless, "Sold all the companies, donated the money, donated it to the hospital, donated it to the poor who had no money to see a doctor."

The housekeeper sat up reluctantly, "Xuanxuan, listen to me, these are all assets accumulated by the Sima family over the past few decades. You can't just touch the upper lip and the lower lip and it's gone."

"Just spend enough money, give extra money to those in need." Xuanxuan still had the same expression.

"But the hearts of poor people are numb. They are all ungrateful. If you give them, they will not remember your good deeds at all. If you don't give them, they will complain, slander you, and frame you. One day if you are poor, they will not look at you, and they will even laugh at you, mock you, ridicule you, ridicule you, Xuanxuan, you are still young, you must be considerate in your work." The butler looked at Xuanxuan with an excited tone.

Xuanxuan turned back to the mourning hall, "I have decided."

The housekeeper collapsed to the ground.

Wang Lang extinguished the cigarette butts, shook the cigarette box, and only two were left. Wang Lang smoked one.

The butler looked up, "Can you give me a cigarette?"
Chapter completed!