After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

"What?"

Fu Shiling looked at Mr. Jiang resentfully, and gritted his teeth.

"You have caused me so much misery, of course I want to drag you into the water."

If it weren't for this old man who was half bewitched and half threatening, he would never have dared to touch his direct lineage, and he would not have ended up in the current situation.

"Harm you?"

Mr. Jiang sat down in front of Fu Shiling with a frown, his eyes filled with bottomless gloom.

"Where did you say that?"

Before Fu Shiling could speak, an old voice sounded.

"Zhaowu, you're here."

Fu Shiye? !

Mr. Jiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked in the direction of the stairs.

I saw the old man in Tang suit walking down with the help of Uncle Yang.

The unhurried pace exudes an aura of calmness and prestige.

If it's not Mr. Fu, who else is it? !

what happened?

The moment Mr. Jiang saw Mr. Fu, the blood on his face disappeared instantly.

Da da da.

At this time, dozens of armed mercenaries appeared at the railing on the second floor.

The cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at old man Jiang, Meng Quan and others below.

The expressions of Meng Quan and the others changed drastically, and they subconsciously raised their guns to confront each other.

However, it was too late.

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

Accompanied by several gunshots, the heads of several people were all pierced by bullets.

Killed with one blow, blood splattered everywhere.

Before Meng Quan and the others could react, they fell to the ground with their eyes wide open.

Fu Shi swallowed, his eyes filled with horror.

Afraid that a bullet would hit his head.

Mr. Fu and the others didn't even look over with an extra look.

It seemed that what happened in front of my eyes was a very normal thing.

Things have developed to the point in front of him, and there is nothing he doesn't understand.

It was not Fu Shiye who fell into the trap tonight, but himself.

Mr. Jiang pursed his lips tightly, his face turned from white to green, but his whole body's momentum became sluggish.

However, Mr. Fu looked indifferent, and sat opposite Mr. Jiang as usual.

"Lao Yang, go make a pot of tea,"

He pressed the button at hand, and the switch in the middle of the coffee table was turned on, and a brand new chessboard was sent down.

"Old rules,"

Then, he raised his eyes to look at Mr. Jiang.

"Let's talk about it?"

"it is good."

Mr. Jiang twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating sneer.

He didn't refuse, and took the lead to pick up a white piece and drop it.

Mr. Fu held the black chess calmly and followed closely behind.

The game between two imposing old men made the atmosphere of the whole living room tense and serious.

Mr. Jiang's chess style has changed from the usual cautious and steady, to extremely sharp.

Step by step, step by step pressing.

Mr. Fu's chess style is as calm as usual, only defending and not attacking.

The two of you came and went, and Heizi quickly fell into a disadvantage.

A gloomy look flashed in Mr. Jiang's eyes, and he picked up a white stone and placed it in a key position.

Then he raised his eyes to look at Mr. Fu, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Brother Fu, you lost."

"Zhaowu,"

Mr. Fu didn't start, and said in a complicated tone.

"I told you a long time ago, life is like chess, don't rush for success,"

He dropped the chess piece between his fingers next to the white piece that old man Jiang had just placed.

"Until the last moment, don't underestimate your opponent."

The situation of the chess game was reversed in this instant.

Only now did Fu Shiling see clearly.

Baizi, who seems to have the upper hand, has actually fallen into the trap of Heizi step by step.

When Heizi closes the net, it is also when Baizi is destroyed.

Can't help but secretly startled.

He was really in a daze before, thinking that he could replace the direct line of the Fu family.