Chapter 133

In the late autumn, the sun was golden and dazzling, and people from afar blocked the light. Then Zuo Junpeng clearly saw the deep carved face, the high nose, and a pair of sharp eyes, just like the eagle's.

Wanhou Haotian turned over and got off the horse, then patted the horse's ass, and the horse turned back.

Because the lawn is too wide, almost everywhere you can see is green mixed with yellow grass, which has the lonely taste of late autumn.

Zuo Junpeng looked up at the man in front of him, who looked about 40 years old. He was dressed in a military green riding suit and looked very handsome. He was tall and strong, obviously exercising all the year round.

And his sharp eyes and worldly indifference all reveal his long-standing sophistication and composure.

"Here you are?"

"Do you know who I am?" Wanzhe Haotian said with a smile. Looking at the tall and handsome Zuo Junpeng, he saw that his charming peach blossom eyes were the same as his mother's. unfortunately, his eyes were as cool and sharp as his, worthy of being his son. The corner of Wanzhe Haotian's mouth outlined a deep meaning.

He didn't think that the timid woman really had the ability to give birth to the baby!

Zuo Junpeng had a guess, but he didn't want to say it!

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing!" Wanhuo Haotian picks an eyebrow, and there is a sneer in his deep eyes. He doesn't worry about Zuo Junpeng's choice at all.

Zuo Junpeng can't understand Wan Huotian's mind at all. He vaguely understands that what MIFF said is true, but he doesn't want to deliberate and admit it.

Zuosheng almost put him on the top of his heart and grew up spoiling him. When he was a child, zuosheng took him with him in drinking and entertainment, playing mahjong and going abroad to talk about business. If he messed up millions of business, zuosheng also laughed and said that he had the right to practice.

In his heart, the only one who can be called a father is Zuo Sheng!

"Do you want to know how your foster father died?" Wanzao Haotian looks at Zuo Junpeng's indifferent face, and his tone is very meaningful!

Zuo Junpeng's eyes suddenly narrowed up, reflecting a sharp light, the kind of caution that did not dare to explore the moment exposed no doubt.

"He's my father!" Zuo Junpeng's sharp eyes glanced at Haotian and emphasized.

In his life, the first man to give him warm and generous embrace!

With his shoulders, for him to prop up a wanton world!

Zuo Junpeng's words let Wanzhe Haotian sink for a while, he suddenly thought of Wanzhe lingjue.

When he was a child, he was proud of him and longed for his praise and praise.

But since he and Li Yingfeng divorced, the child completely isolated himself, and no longer pursued him!

Once he wanted to be a good father, but

Wanhuo Haotian laughed, cool, as if with a few silk self mockery.

"You should have doubted it long ago!"

Wanhou Haotian said, looking at Zuo Junpeng's Scarlet eyes, his mouth contains a touch of deep meaning!

"Come with me!" As soon as Haotian makes a sound, he takes the lead in entering the villa.

Zuo Junpeng followed and found that the whole villa was full of men, not a woman.

And there is a basement in this villa!

When the iron door was opened, down the stairs was the blood, the red, the glare, and the damp smell in the dark corner.

"Master!" When wanhuo Haotian stepped down the last step, the people in black on both sides of the line immediately bowed their heads to greet him with great respect.

Zuo Junpeng followed, looking at the two men with their heads down, and then the joints of their hands were clear, and the scars were all over them. At first sight, they were practicing.

Not far away, there was a man covered with blood.

Zuo Junpeng's eyes were shocked. After mixing with the Mafia of M country for so long, he saw a lot of bloody pictures. What's in front of him?

But this man he knows is his mother's * *, Zhang Zhihua!

"Let him talk!" At the command of Haotian, Wan Hou stood three or four meters away from Zhang Zhihua and did not step forward.

One of them, a man in black, came forward and grabbed Zhang Zhihua on the ground. Then he broke a finger of Zhang Zhihua!

Only listen to a clear "click" sound, and then comatose Zhang Zhihua even issued an incomparable scream!

"Ah..."

"Call again and you'll break your other one!" The man in black is threatening and murderous, which is the cold-blooded cruelty of professional killers and dead men.

Zuo Junpeng took two steps forward, but his heart kept sinking.

"After all, how did Zuo Sheng die?" Wanhou Haotian said coldly, looking at Zhang Zhihua who was on the verge of death, he didn't mean to be patient.

Zhang Zhihua couldn't open his eyes any more. The pain of his body made him twitch. With his instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, he said intermittently: "yes Yang Guilan Tell him Left Junpeng is not His son Live I'm so angryWanhou Haotian asked and sneered. For Yang Guilan's kind of woman who broke down the bridge and didn't recognize others, she wondered how she would give birth to a son?

"Pull it down and bury it alive!" Wanzao Haotian orders lightly, as if what he is dealing with is not a human life.

Zhang Zhihua was so tortured that he didn't even want to beg for mercy. He felt so sad that he wanted to die early. Zhang Zhihua was dragged with blood, spreading all the way, with a strong pungent smell.

Zuo Junpeng opened his eyes, and the deep pain in his eyes was aroused again!

That let him hate so many years of mother, after all, or completely let him down!

"What do you want to do?" Zuo Junpeng said difficultly, looking at Wanzhe Haotian's cold and bloodthirsty eyes, with a very cruel meaning.

Wanzao Haotian laughs at Zuo Junpeng's crazy eyes and laughs: "what do you want to do?"

"Since you think Zuo Sheng is your father, you can't let go of the hatred of killing your father?"

"And she dares to disobey my orders. It's too bad to die!"

Wan Huo Haotian recalled that he would have an intersection with Yang Guilan, which was just his way to stimulate Li Yingfeng!

As a result, she cares, not the kind he imagined, so he intensified, she was more indifferent, and finally became a stranger!

Looking at Zuo Junpeng, he could not help shivering!

He said that the kind of death is not worthy of regret, will certainly let Yang Guilan suffer torture to death, will never open up!

This man's indifference and unfeeling is from the bone, even his breath and eyes are cold, people can't feel a trace of vitality.

Even if Yang Guilan is not, she is still Zuo Junpeng's mother. Mother and son have had a warm past. Zuo Junpeng can't kill her to avenge Zuo Sheng, let alone watch her be killed.