The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 2140 Crisis
Chapter 160: Crisis
Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang's eyelids twitched when they saw the young man with hooked nose and Luo Yanni die.

In addition to being surprised by their brutal death, there is also fear of their powerful fighting power.

Ye Fan dragged Ling Guojiang back a few steps silently, his left hand was still condensed with the dragon slaying technique.

If there is something wrong with Luo Badao, Ye Fan will directly see through him.

"Old Luo, congratulations on clearing the portal!"

Ling Guojiang looked away from the corpse and looked at Luo Badao.

Luo Badao, who was looking at his dead daughter, didn't make a sound, as if he was in a daze about Luo Yanni's death.

After a trace of sadness flashed across his face, he looked coldly at Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "Patriarch Luo, you seem to be doing one thing at a time."

Ling Guojiang also echoed: "You want to kill us together?"

Luo Badao didn't directly respond to Ye Fan and the two, but just pointed at the dead people around:
"A lot of people died today, and a lot of respectable people also died."

"The layout of Hengcheng is about to change as old man Ling said."

"The survivors will be able to occupy Hengcheng's interests with the fastest speed and the largest share."

He smiled faintly: "Keeping the two of you is not good for me, but I have no reason not to do one and the other."

Ye Fan also said calmly: "Don't say that you may not be able to kill us, even if you do, the Ling family will seek revenge from you."

"You are dead, I will write the script, how can the Ling family seek revenge from me?"

Luo Badao showed a trace of disdain when he heard the words, and looked at Ye Fan who issued the warning with disdain:
"The Yang family and Jia Zihao bloodbathed the funeral procession regardless of morality. They not only killed Lao Ling and other eight gambling kings, but also killed my beloved daughter Luo Yanni."

"Only I survived by hiding in my son's coffin."

"So the enemies of the Luo family, the Ling family and the other seven gambling kings are not me, Luo Badao, but the Yang family and Jia Zihao."

"You are all dead, and I am the only one left among the nine gambling kings. To deal with a giant like the Yang family, I am the best backbone."

"At that time, [-]% of Hengcheng's forces and backbones will gather under my command."

"If I overthrow the Yang family under the banner of justice as the Master of Vengeance, I will be the unique king of Hengcheng."

He grinned grimly: "Tell me, what reason do I have for not killing you two?"

While speaking, Luo Badao made a gesture, signaling the eighteen mausoleum guards to surround Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang.

"Old Luo, your idea is very good. It was indeed feasible in the past."

Ling Guojiang didn't have any waves on his face, watching Luo Badao come out calmly:

"But can't you see that Hengcheng is about to change?"

"If you kill us, not only will you not be able to be the king of Hengcheng, but you will become a target of public criticism."

"The Yang family will be destroyed by you leading the vengeance division, but you will also be killed in the chaos and become a loser."

"Hengcheng will no longer have a king. If you want to be a king, you will end up with a dead head."

"It's not as good as when you evacuated to Ruiguo to spend the rest of your life in peace."

He turned his head and looked at the hill that was still resounding with gunshots: "The fighting power of this sniper is not what Jia Zihao can have."

"That's right!"

Ye Fan also smiled, reminding Luo Badao not to get murderous:
"If we survive, we can not only cooperate with you in telling stories, but also bear some firepower for you."

"Patriarch Luo is a smart person, he should be able to understand what we mean!"

Ye Fan also thought about killing Luo Badao, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

Once Luo Badao died, the Ling family became the target of public criticism.

The water in Hengcheng is too deep now, Ye Fan needs more cannon fodder.

Hearing this, Luo Badao's smile froze, his killing madness cooled down, and his eyes struggled a little more.

Then he stared at Ling Guojiang and said, "Will the Ling family cooperate with me?"

Ling Guojiang smiled lightly: "The interests of the seven gambling kings are all yours, and I don't want a single cent!"

"Hahaha, Lao Ling, what are you talking about?"

Luo Badao laughed loudly, dissipated his fierceness, and stepped forward to hug Ling Guojiang:

"We are old friends, how could I kill you?"

"And we have already said that no matter how big the grievances and grievances are, they should be resolved at the gambling table, and no knives or guns can be used."

"Don't worry, we share the difficulties today, and I will not enjoy the blessings in the future alone."

"If I have a bite of meat to eat, I will definitely lose a piece of meat to you."

Luo BaDao finally decided not to do anything to Ling GuoJiang.

Apart from really wanting to share the firepower with one person, he was not sure about killing Ling Guojiang with a thunderous blow.

He has not seen the figure of the deaf-mute elder until now.

This made him very afraid.

Ling Guojiang smiled: "Then thank you, Lao Luo!"

"Brothers, friends, you don't need to see outsiders."

Luo Badao laughed very loudly, then turned his head to look at the opposite hill:

"I don't know what's going on over there?"

"It was about to kill us all, why did it suddenly stop and start working?"

Luo Badao asked back: "Is it their internal strife, or the deaf-mute elders arranged by you, Lao Ling?"

Consciously or unintentionally, he probed the whereabouts of the deaf-mute elder.

"Not mine."

Ling Guojiang smiled lightly: "Compared to the dangers brought by the hills, you, Lao Luo, are more lethal."

The implication is that his people will only protect him secretly.

Hearing what Ling Guo said about hiding the needle in Jiang Mian, Luo Badao laughed again:
"Leave him alone, it's good for us anyway."

"Go, go, hurry down the mountain, hurry back and preside over the overall situation."

"Old Zhao and the others are dead, Hengcheng will definitely make a fuss today!"

After reaching an agreement, Luo Badao thought about leaving the Luo Family Cemetery.

He dug up a satellite phone that had been buried long ago, dialed a number, and soon a train came.

Dozens of burly men in camouflage uniforms with stern faces.

It can be seen that this is the backup support team arranged by Luo Badao long ago.

Luo Badao waved to the mausoleum guards to dispose of the bodies of his daughter and son, and then picked up the phone to notify the Luo family to surround the opposite hill.

He wanted to see the true colors of the snipers who attacked, but for safety reasons, he reminded the Luo family's bodyguards to just sit back and wait and not take the initiative to attack.

After finishing his work, he greeted Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang to get into the Rolls Royce and leave the cemetery.

Luo Badao enthusiastically waved his hands: "Lao Ling, let's go down the mountain, and I'll take you back to Ling's house."

"No, no, Mr. Luo will just take a Rolls-Royce."

Ye Fan smiled and waved his hands: "There are many things in the battle in the cemetery. Mr. Luo must have made many calls and arranged many things."

"It's inconvenient for the two of us to sit inside. It will affect Mr. Luo's timely phone calls, and we will also hear things we shouldn't hear."

"Mr. Ling and I just sit in the jeep behind."

Ye Fan dragged Ling Guojiang into a car guarded by the Luo family at the back.

Ling Guojiang also waved to Luo Badao: "Don't worry about me, just go about your own business."

"Fun!"

Luo Badao smiled in satisfaction, and then stopped insisting, and went into Rolls-Royce with his mobile phone to arrange things.

Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang didn't care. After getting into the jeep, they also took out their mobile phones, looking for a signal to call Song Hongyan and the others.

While busy, the convoy slowly drove down the mountain.

After a fight, many people died, Luo Badao and the others relaxed their nerves invisibly.

Even Ling Guojiang leaned back on his seat and let out a long breath.

On the way forward, Ling Guojiang said softly, "What do you think of today's matter?"

"Jia Zihao and the Yang family had no bottom line to attack, and even killed the seven gambling kings and backbones."

This is the Luo family's car, and Ye Fan said casually: "Although we survived, we also experienced danger."

"So we should fully cooperate with Luo Duwang to seek justice from the Yang family."

"We don't have a big backer, but Luo Gambler has the two big cards of Tangmen and Shenghao. We should only follow his lead."

"Elo's gambling king's temperament and temper, we follow him, he has meat to eat, and he will definitely give us a share of the soup."

"And in today's battle, he really worked hard."

Ye Fan flattered Luo Ba and said, "It wasn't that he had left behind, we were all killed by Luo Yanni."

"This kid has a conscience!"

While Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang were discussing softly, Luo Ba, who was sitting in the Rolls Royce, picked up a cigar.

"Looking at the cooperation between these two guys, I won't take any risks today."

He touched the bug in his ear and snorted: "Let them live a few more days to attract firepower for me."

While speaking, the convoy was almost at the foot of the mountain.

The driveway is a large arc, turning, the speed of the car slows down, and the Rolls-Royce also slows down.

Luo Badao exhaled a puff of thick smoke, looking proudly at the sky of Hengcheng.

But in the next second, he froze.

The two Luo's bodyguards raised their heads subconsciously, and when they saw it, their eyes were also shocked, so shocked that they could barely speak.

In the field of vision, on a hill 50 meters away, a man was kneeling half-kneeling, wearing a mask, and carrying a rocket on his shoulder.

The mouth of the barrel is firmly locked on the Rolls-Royce.

Luo Ba roared angrily: "No——"

"Whoosh!"

With a sharp sound, the rocket shot out and slammed into the Rolls-Royce.

"boom!"

In the earth-shattering explosion, the Rolls-Royce was blown into a pile of pieces...

(End of this chapter)