Madam Fu, it's so cruel!

Chapter 14
His voice was neither soft nor heavy, but every word hit the hearts of everyone present.

Fu Yan was even more overwhelmed by his words. He suppressed the tension in his heart before he said, "What do you mean?"

Fu Xie raised his hand, and the follower behind him handed over a stack of papers. He flipped through the pages without saying a word, and the follower behind him said directly: "Master Fu was assassinated. Although nothing happened, he was shot. I was stimulated with a stress reaction and almost died, don't you know who Fu Erye assassinated?"

The panic on Fu Yan's face flashed past, and he bit back guiltyly: "You doubt me now? This is my real father!"

He is his second uncle, how dare he doubt himself now? !

Fu Xie raised his eyebrows lightly, and his face became more and more gloomy: "It's not just this assassination that doubts you."

"what?"

'Shuh--! The clean white paper was thrown towards Fu Yan's face, and the muzzle of the gun hit Fu Yan's throat in the next second.

The attendant's hand holding the gun was very steady, and he stared at Fu Yan without blinking: "Second Master, you better not move. My gun is easy to go off."

Fu Yan's heart was raised in his throat in an instant, he shook violently, and looked at Fu Xie tremblingly: "I, I only sent someone to assassinate you, but it really wasn't me who did it to the old man !"

Mr. Fu, who had been watching with cold eyes all this time, made a voice at this moment: "Fu Xie. He is your uncle, don't lose your sense of proportion."

Fu Xie's gaze turned to him unhurriedly. The light in the ward made his complexion too white, and the gloomyness at the moment made people feel even more frightened. His voice was calm: "A Jiang, do it."

'Boom—!Boom! In the next second, A Jiang slammed Fu Yan's head with the butt of his gun, and then pinned him down on the coffee table.

Fu Yan thought he was going to shoot, and his heart was about to jump out in an instant.

He raised his voice and wanted to scream, but A Jiang had already covered his mouth, so he could only hum helplessly.

Fu Yansong had an ugly expression on his face. He didn't give himself the slightest bit of face, even if the two of them were his elders, he had no scruples.

Fu Yan finally broke free from A Jiang's hand, and then he admitted it crying and howling: "I hate you, but why did I kill him? It was indeed me who sent you to assassinate you, but you didn't die. It doesn't count as hurting you!"

"Is that so?" After hearing what he said, Fu Xie nodded thoughtfully.

When Fu Yan thought he was going to let him go, the next second he saw him grab the dagger in his hand and attack him quickly.

'Puff——' The sharp weapon passed through the palm, making a slight muffled sound.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Xie cut off one of his fingers, and the shot was fierce, and the bright red wrapped the white bone surface, which looked very shocking.

Fu Yan lowered his head in a daze, looking at his fingers that had fallen aside, and after he realized it, heart-piercing pain followed.

He couldn't scream, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve because of the severe pain.

"This can't kill anyone, and I shouldn't count as hurting my second uncle." There was a cold smile on Fu Xie's lips, and the cruelty hidden in those long and narrow eyes made Fu Yan terrified. Come on.

A Jiang received the Lord's gaze, and immediately took Fu Yan out by the collar.

In the living room outside the ward, only Fu Yu was left standing here, and he couldn't figure out what Fu Yu's intention for letting him come here was.

Did he warn himself by punishing Fu Yan?

Fu Yu's voice was indifferent: "You don't take us elders seriously any more. Tell me, when do you want to do something to us?"

(End of this chapter)