On this acre of three-point land in Jiawei, Meng Hengtai is the king!

However, now, Jiang Zhihao was like a giant hammer siege, easily hammering the city gate open, and the soldiers guarding the gate died tragically on the spot.

He instinctively raised his hand, pointed at Jiang Zhihao, and said tremblingly: "How dare you?"

Before he finished speaking, Dai Donglai felt a severe pain in his arm. Looking over, he saw that his arm was already half gone.

Blood spurted out like a fountain. He was stunned for a few seconds, then hugged his arm and screamed.

A ruthless character came to him at some point, and the sharp blade in his hand was placed on Dai Donglai's neck.

As long as he puts a little force, the knife that cuts iron like mud will cut off his head.

Feeling the coldness on his neck, Dai Donglai did not hesitate at all, and he didn't care about the pain in his arms. He knelt on the ground with a thud and cried bitterly: "Mr. Jiang, I know I'm wrong. Please don't kill me. My uncle has a good relationship with you. For his sake, you spare my life. I promise not to dare again!"

Jiang Zhihao had already walked to him. When he heard Dai Donglai's words, he paused slightly, then took out his cell phone and dialed it to Dai Chongshan.

"Let me tell your uncle." Jiang Zhihao handed the phone in front of him.

Dai Donglai was surprised and shouted: "Uncle! Save me, please help me beg Mr. Jiang, he."

Jiang Zhihao didn't give him any more words, so he picked up his phone and said, "He only begs for mercy, and I'm afraid there is no last words to say."

Dai Chongshan's difficult voice came from his phone: "Mr. Jiang, can you spare his life for my sake? I don't have children, so I hope he inherits his family property."

"Don't you feel embarrassed to inherit your property like this? You'd better find another heir." After Jiang Zhihao said that, he hung up the phone and said a little: "Kill."

With his hand raised his sword, Dai Donglai's mouth opened, and he was still begging for mercy, but his head had fallen to the ground.

On his face, there was fear and despair, and deep regret.

Why do you want to provoke him

The consciousness gradually lost, and the desperate eyes completely lost their spirit.

The knife hand controlled the direction well and did not let the blood spurt on Jiang Zhihao.

Ten kilometers away, Dai Chongshan was sweating all over, sitting on the sofa with a pale face, saying something unclear.

Intuition told him that Dai Donglai was dead and no one in this world could save him.

At that moment, he thought about calling the police.

The only heir is dead, and Jiang Zhihao must be captured!

However, when my wife came in with her adopted child to greet him, the adopted son stood timidly two meters away from him and shouted: "Dad, this is the painting I drew. Can you show it to you?"

Looking at the pitiful appearance of his adopted son, Dai Chongshan suddenly woke up.

Jiang Zhihao was able to get the plane back and dared to break into Meng Hengtai's villa and kill people. His background was beyond his imagination.

At least Dai Chongshan believes that he can't even do the first step, and what he can do is not ordinary people.

Can you really catch Jiang Zhihao by calling the police? Or will you bring yourself a great enemy that you cannot provoke?

Seeing the violently changing expression on her husband's face, the wife asked in confusion: "Chongshan, what's wrong with you? Her face looks so ugly."

Dai Chongshan held his hands tightly, and finally, he sighed a long sigh, not saying what Dai Donglai had, but waved to his adopted son.

He hugged his adopted son who had been daring to come over, and Dai Chongshan said in a deep voice: "You will be my own son from now on. From now on, I will educate you personally!"
Chapter completed!