Chapter 417

After Jiang Wang withdrew from the wheat mode, the whole portrait lost strength, his tight back softened and sat down in the back of the car seat.

"Young master, are you okay?"

The driver saw his pale face through the rearview mirror and couldn't help worrying.

Jiang Wang's thin lips were unusually white without a trace of blood color. He closed his eyes slightly, and his eyebrows were stained with a few threads of fatigue:

"Nothing."

He raised his right hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, trying to alleviate his headache.

Close your eyes and your mind is full of the bloody killing just now.

Splashing blood and meat. Foam spread all over the floor. People in black lay on the ground, dying with their eyes closed. Their white eyes were vicious and cloudy, staring at him straight, as if they were going to cut him thousands of knives and take him to the eternal hell.

A white bandage was wrapped around his left arm. At the moment, the bright red blood had dyed the red and white bandage, which looked scary.

"Doctor... The doctor said that you should rest for a period of time, especially the injured arm. You can't use it frequently."

The driver caught a glimpse of his broken wound and hardened his head to persuasion.

The young master wrapped up the wound and left the hospital, but he didn't expect that as soon as he got on the bus, the other party opened the game in front of the computer, as if he had participated in some competition

"How's grandpa?"

Jiang Wang did not answer the question.

The driver will inform all the information he knows:

"Everything is fine, sir. Nothing has happened. I'm waiting for you back in the old house."

Tonight, the Jiang family experienced a great change. The ambitious people in the branch finally couldn't bear their own killing heart and found an employer, servant and soldier who wanted money and didn't want life to attack Jiang.

"Young master, when you go out recently, you'd better take some people with you. I'm afraid they won't die and continue to kill you..."

Money can make ghosts grind. In the face of millions, tens of millions and hundreds of millions, those people may not be moved, but when the number becomes hundreds of billions, those people can't help it.

Mr. Jiang is in his 70s and almost half his legs have been put in the coffin. As the only heir to the 100 billion family property, as long as he dies, people from other branches have a fair reason to share this huge wealth.

This evening, when the young master went out, the group arranged for killers to chase and intercept, and wanted to kill and throw away their bodies on the way.

"HMM." Jiang Wu didn't refuse.

He won't let any of the property that belongs to his Jiang family.

The car drove all the way to the old house.

The live broadcast in the computer continues, and the boy's crisp voice continues to reverberate in the car.

"Madder, what's the matter with this teammate? Send his head directly to the other party?"

"I knew I couldn't play 4v4, but a single row was suitable for me!"

"Hey, hey, don't move No. 3! I'm talking about you! Stop! Stop!! sleeping trough, dead?!"

"I said don't move if you can't play. Don't move. I said Chinese. Don't you understand!"

It seems that he met unreliable teammates, and the teenager's tone gradually became irritable.

Jiang Wang's mouth was slightly hooked, revealing a slightly invisible smile.

It's rare to see him so grumpy. It must be that the teammates he met were too wonderful.

"Young master, it's time to get off. The master is still waiting for you." the driver urged.

See you for a long time. His young master listened to the live broadcast of a male anchor and laughed?!!

"Yes."

Jiang Wang turned off the live broadcast and walked towards the old house.