Chapter 1793

On the seventh day of the summer, hearing him mention his mother, his eyes sparked with hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said, "what qualifications do you have to mention my mother?"

"Your mother was one of my subordinates. Why can't I mention it?" The old man shrugged and asked in a funny way.

"Men? For the sake of money, you are not qualified to say that my mother is under your command The seventh day of the summer said here, nervous taut tightly, spit hard in front of him: "you this inhuman executioner!"

"For your mother's life?" The old man shook his finger and sighed in a low voice: "I think you misunderstood! You can't blame me for your mother's death. If she had been more intelligent and aware of current affairs, she would not have lost her life by pursuing the truth she shouldn't have investigated and protecting the people she shouldn't have protected! "

When he said this, he shook his head and said, "it's not me who really killed your mother, but your husband Feng Xun! After all, in order to protect Feng Xun, she was shot... "

"Do you think I'll believe you if you say that again?" The seventh day of the summer sneers and shakes his head. He just thinks that the way the old guy shakes the pot is ridiculous.

"You're not the only one who said that. It's stupid to try to stir up the relationship between Feng Xun and me!"

"I'm telling you the truth. Your mother can choose another way, but she has to die!" With a faint smile, the old man sighed and looked at her with more sympathy: "on the seventh day of the summer, you were too young to remember what happened. It's not surprising! Unfortunately, your father still does not know that his daughter married the man who killed his wife! "

"Don't bother, I've recalled all the things back then!" The seventh day of the summer looked straight at him, shook his head and said with a sneer, "you unite with those evil doers to kidnap the senior members of your organization, and you have to stop my mother from investigating. Do you still expect my mother to go along with you?"

When she said this, she paused and said, "it's a pity that my mother doesn't have such a bad heart and bad character as you! By the way, I almost forgot that even if I was in the same boat with you, I was killed by you in the end? I don't think they have come to a good end! "

"Who makes them not smart enough to be turned over and even fall into other people's hands after 20 years?" The old man in front of him spread out his hands and said innocently: "so I'm not to blame. Everyone is responsible for what he has done!"

"Yes, so you should be responsible for everything you have done, paying off debts and killing people. My mother is not the only one you have killed. If you know better, you should make a confession to avoid dirtying other people's hands!" Early summer seven coldly said.

"It's really smart. Everyone says that you are the only one in Xia family who is most like your mother. How can you speak so badly that you are not as concise as your mother?"

The old man held his chin in one hand and fiddled with his lighter in the other hand. He sighed.

One of the men next to him asked in a low voice, "Zun Ling, do you want me to teach her a lesson?"

"No need..." he waved his hand and said with a smile, "the purpose of bringing her here today is not to teach her a lesson, but to ask her to hand it in!"

"Yes The man nodded in response, quickly walked to the seventh day of the summer, and said in a deep voice, "give me what you found in the safe of the Bank of Zurich!"

"That's what you've got me for?" The seventh day of the summer picked an eyebrow and said calmly: "the fox's tail is finally exposed. No wonder you are not in a hurry to find the key. It turns out that you want to enjoy the success from me!"

"I don't want to do that. Who makes you disobey and have to look for those keys?" The old man gave a faint smile, but his smile didn't reach his eyes: "since you have found the key, I don't have to do it myself. Anyway, the things in the safe don't belong to you!"

"You think it belongs to you?" The seventh day of the summer sneered and looked at him coldly: "are you afraid that the criminal record will be made public? If you had the ability to do so many heartless things in those days, you should know the consequences today! "

"Cut the crap and search for it!" The old man didn't answer the irony of the seventh day of the summer, and directly told his subordinates.

The man nodded and began to tear off the clothes of the seventh day of the summer.

"What do you want to do?" At the beginning of summer, her face changed greatly with anger and she swore. But she just struggled for a while, and then she was clamped down by the old man's other men.

The coat was pulled down mercilessly, and the thick leather chronicle she had hidden in her arms was also taken by the old man's hands.

"Master, I have found it!" That hand dare not open the thing in the hand, quickly offered treasure type to hand in front of the respect leader.

First, the old man was very happy. He slowly opened the thick leather book handed by his hand and turned a few pages. His face became very blue. He threw the chronicle on the table heavily and angrily scolded: "waste, a group of waste, this is not the account book at all!"

"Zun Ling, do you think this is not the account book?" The man was stunned. He quickly picked up the cowhide book on the table and opened the first page. He first shook his head doubtfully, and then continued to turn it. He found that it had nothing to do with the accounts, and his face changed.

"No, when they caught her before, they saw that she had the account book in her arms!" The man hesitated, but was interrupted by the old man's wave.

On the seventh day of the summer, there was a blush on his face that he had been stripped of his clothes. When he heard the old man scolding his men, he suddenly raised his head and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, do you really think that I will take such an important account book with me? What a bunch of stupid pigs... "

The ridicule of the seventh day of the summer made the reprimanded man angry. He slapped the seventh day of the summer and swore angrily: "Damn, where are you hiding the account book?"

"You think I'll tell you?" On the seventh day of the summer, half of her face was swollen, but she still grinned and her eyes were filled with scorn.

"Keep looking for it..."

That hand still wanted to teach the seventh day of the summer, but he was stopped by the old man. The old man, who had been sitting steadily, got up slowly at this time, came to the seventh day of the summer, bent down to look at her, and said gently, "seventh day of the summer, how about we talk about a condition?"