Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Looking back on that day, Doyle was very sure that he had hit Mufu City.

And the place where he fell was full of reefs.

Why is he still alive?

Chen Zheng said coldly:

"Do you think we're as brainless as you, going out to die? Let me tell you, after our Jiu Ye knew that Young Master Lou had escaped with his brother, even someone as shameless as you would have made a fuss about Mr. and Mrs. Lou's remains. So we had already made arrangements, and Jiu Ye was just playing along, faking his own death. Do you understand, you idiot?"

Doyle, who was pinned to the ground with blood all over his mouth and nose, laughed:

"Really? Mu Fucheng, then did you expect that I had a surprise prepared for you?"

Mu Fucheng had no expression on his face: "Where is the child?"

Their people had just searched Doyle's house and didn't see the child.

In order to use the child to threaten Louzhe and Torres, Doyle should have brought the child with him.

Doyle sneered: "Fortunately, I went to China and gained a lot."

Lou Zhe walked over and stomped hard on his back:

"Tell me, where is the child?"

Doyle wanted to talk more, but Louzhe didn't give him the chance.

Thinking that his parents died at the hands of this scumbag, Lou Zhe wished he could skin him alive with his knives.

He grabbed a pistol and pulled the trigger, aiming it at Doyle's thigh.

Doyle screamed immediately, and blood soon gathered in a pool under him.

Lou Zhe remained unmoved and aimed his gun at the other thigh:

"Tell me, where is the child?"

Doyle knew how much Lou Zhe hated him. That was a great hatred that had destroyed his family and would not end until one of his life ended.

In other words, he wanted to force the whereabouts of the child, otherwise Doyle would have been shot long ago.

Lou Zhe's eyes were red, and he clenched his teeth in hatred. He used all his strength to suppress the urge to shoot Doyle in the head.

"Speak or not? I'll count to three."

"three……"

"two……"

Doyle was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Say, I'll say."

"Change, I want to exchange hostages..."

The blood on his legs kept flowing and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.

It is a very terrifying thing if there is a hole anywhere in the human body that bleeds continuously.

Especially for someone like Doyle who is afraid of death.

He had died many times, and each time he died he became more afraid of death.

Only those who have experienced death know how precious life is. Doyle was very glad that he captured Mu Fucheng's child. This was his chance to survive.

He was afraid that Lou Zhe would disagree, so he turned to Mu Fucheng:

"Mu Fucheng, you haven't seen your son yet, right?"

"I brought him to you. Don't you really want to see him?"

Without waiting for Mu Fucheng to speak, Lou Zhe grabbed his hair and lifted him up:

"Stop the fucking nonsense, where is the child?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people came over.

Several men with guns came over, holding three men and women hostage. The one walking in front was holding a baby in his arms.

The leaders of the three major families who had previously turned against their own side became agitated. One of them knelt down and begged Mu Fucheng for mercy, hoping to save his son at the same time.

The other two also had pleading faces, their wives and sons among them.

At this time, Doyle showed his despicable side again.

"One life for another, Mu Fucheng, have you decided who to exchange?"

This method of provocation was too crude. Without Mu Fucheng needing to answer, Lou Zhe slapped him directly:

"Are you stupid? What do these traitors have to do with us?"

"Do you still need to think about such a simple question?"

Three traitors: "..."