I am a god in script killing

Chapter 21 The Traitor's Game (20)

As soon as these words came out, Su Feng paused and slowly raised his head to look at Su Ziyu, his face gradually distorted:

"What do you know?!"

The old man yelled frantically, his hands were shaking: "The Su family is like this, this world is like this, only those who have power can survive!
"If I don't kill the old man, he will pass the position to someone else, and no matter who takes the position, I will be dealt with! This family is a law of the jungle!!"

"There's Jiulan, her parents, and you!!"

Su Feng wanted to stand up but was bound by the anklets and fell back violently. He struggled and shouted to Su Ziyu who looked indifferent:
"This is the Su family I saved up, my powerful Su family, why should I hand it over to you! Why should I be replaced by you?!

"You bunch of parasites, you bunch of mean and cowardly... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The frantic voice stopped abruptly, and the sharp cry of pain exploded!

Su Ziyu sneered, raised his hand and pulled out the dagger he had stabbed into the old man's shoulder, blood spattered on his face.

There was a bright red on his plain face, and his whole body looked evil and bloody at this moment.

"You talk a lot of nonsense!"

Su Ziyu held Su Feng's collar and pressed him on the desk: "You'd better write me a letter of abdication obediently, maybe I will give you a good time, otherwise -"

The young master raised the knife and stuck it on the old master's neck. His low voice was like a devil's whisper: "I'll cut off your meat piece by piece, fry it and feed it to you until you are willing to write."

Su Feng trembled subconsciously, squinted at him, and grinned:

"Hahahahaha—as expected of Su Jiulan's dog, she really thinks of her everywhere, no wonder she chooses you! She chooses to protect you, a bastard who was brought home from outside!!"

"Don't I want to thank you?" Su Ziyu was unaffected, but chuckled, "Thank you, Patriarch, for helping me disconnect Jiulan from these redundant things."

Su Feng's laughter stopped abruptly, his drowsy eyes turned slightly, staring at the smiling young devil in front of him.

"No wonder you and Su Xingmu were separated so easily."

Su Feng suddenly remembered, and his neck moved mechanically: "You cooperated with me in pushing him into the water, knowing that I sent the housekeeper to kill him and didn't ask anyone to stop him—so that's what you came up with!
"Hahahaha—what a good dog!"

The old man laughed again, his shoulders were shaking, he was bleeding continuously, and his words were vicious:
"Love your master like a dog, it's really sad, young master, you are as ridiculous as them!!"

"Enough laughing?"

Su Ziyu didn't even give a response, but narrowed his eyes slightly thinking about where to make the next cut:
"I don't care what people think of me. But if you don't write it, I will make it impossible for others to look at you, and put your face on—"

"squeak--"

Su Ziyu's words were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and the words he wanted to finish were stuck in his throat.

He moved a little stiffly and raised his eyes to look at the door. What caught his eye was the person he least wanted to see right now:
"Jiu Lan?"

Su Ziyu withdrew his dagger abruptly, his expression unnatural for a moment, "When did you come?"

The eldest lady stood at the door, looked at him indifferently, then turned to look at the immortal old man, and said in a very soft voice:

"I came when you drew the curtains."

Su Ziyu froze.

(End of this chapter)