Perhaps Li Jingjing had already noticed Ma He’s actions outside the door, or Li Jingjing’s call was timely enough; perhaps Zhang Ermao’s response was fast enough, or perhaps Zhang Ermao never doubted Li Jingjing’s words at all, so it was almost there. The moment before the gunshot sounded, Zhang Ermao retracted his fist and fell to the ground.
The gun in Ma He's hand rang, but the bullet was avoided by Zhang Ermao and hit the stairs behind Zhang Ermao.
One shot failed, Ma He looked angry, and aimed his gun at Song Siyi who was aside.
"Ah!" Zhang Ermao, who was lying on the ground, was shocked. He stood up and rushed towards Song Siyi, clasped Song Siyi in his arms, turned around, and fell heavily to the floor. .
"Bah!" Ma He's gun rang, and the bullet flew past Zhang Ermao's back almost.
The two shots failed, and Ma He was almost angry to the extreme. Chen Hu on the side also slowly stood up, aiming the gun at Zhang Ermao on the ground, but at this moment, just as they were about to pull the trigger. Wang Youcai has rushed to the edge of the wall.
"Er Mao, beware!" Wang Youcai yelled and turned off all the lights in the living room at the same time as Wang Youcai stretched out his hand, and the hall suddenly became dark again.
"Bah, bah, bah..." A fierce gunfire sounded, bullets flew across the villa hall, sparks splashed everywhere, Zhang Ermao rolled Song Siyi in his arms to the back of the sofa, Wang Youcai, Huang Zhibing and others had to hide. Entered the corner, but at this time Zhao Liang rushed out of the gate.
After a long time, the gunfire stopped, Zhang Ermao stood up and was about to rush out, but was tightly hugged by Song Siyi behind him. Wang Youcai, Huang Zhibing and Peng Dayu climbed out of the corner and cautiously walked toward the door. I touched it outside, but at this time Zhao Liang and others had disappeared outside the gate of the villa...
With a "pop", Wang Youcai turned on the headlights in the villa.
"Ermao!" Looking at Song Siyi holding Zhang Ermao's waist firmly, Wang Youcai lowered his head slowly, and said softly: "They ran away!" Somewhat angry, some disappointed, some unwilling , His eyes were still full of flames of hatred.
"Huh!" Zhang Ermao also had a look of anger, stretched out his hand and pulled away Song Siyi's little hand that was holding his stomach: "Chasing, we must not let them run away.
! "As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Ermao rushed towards the door of the villa with a stride.
Indeed, Zhang Ermao knew that he could never let Zhao Liang and others go now, because he knew that the reason why he had the upper hand when he fought Zhao Liang just now was because Zhao Liang’s abdomen was injured and the blood flow continued. If he let the other party escape, If you wait for the other party to take care of the injury, then Li Jingjing will be gone, and she will no longer be her opponent.
Zhang Ermao was anxious, wanted to catch up with Zhao Liang and others, and wanted to avenge his mother and master with his own hands, but Song Zihao, who fell on the stairs at this time, sat up slowly. ()
"Two... Mao!" Just as Zhang Ermao rushed to the gate of the villa, Song Zihao's dying cry came from behind him.
Hearing the cry coming from behind Zhang Ermao stopped and was stunned. He couldn't believe that Song Zihao was still alive. He thought that Song Zihao had also been poisoned. Hearing the cry coming from behind, Song Siyi looked worried. He hurriedly rushed up the stairs and held his father Song Zihao's crumbling body.
"Ermao, don't chase, come here!" Song Zihao's expression of pain, raised a slightly trembling arm to greet Zhang Ermao: "Come here! I... I have something to explain to you!"
Wang Youcai and the others were looking at themselves blankly, looking at Song Siyi’s tearful face, and then at Song Zihao’s painful and expectant eyes, Zhang Ermao gave up, gave up chasing Zhao Liang, and hurriedly rushed forward. Going up the stairs, he stepped forward and held Song Zihao's body.
"Uncle Song, please believe me, Zhiyuan was not my cause of death, and I never thought about dealing with the Song family, although I..." Zhang Ermao looked excited, wanted to explain, wanted to explain things thoroughly, but then Song Zihao interrupted him just halfway through the conversation.
"Er Mao, don't tell me, uncle... Uncle, I believe you, and never doubted... Cough cough..." Song Zihao coughed violently before he finished speaking, and the blood in his mouth slowly flowed out.
"Dad, how are you, don't talk, I... I'll take you to the hospital right away, woo..." Song Siyi cried again when he saw the blood flowing out of his father's mouth.
"Yes, Uncle Song, don't talk anymore, we will take you to the hospital immediately!" Zhang Ermao was also worried and angry. He was about to pick up Song Zihao, but was stopped by the other party.
"Er Mao, don't move, don't move me!" Song Zihao's face was painful, but there was a touch of relief on his face: "Your master passed on my vitality to me and temporarily saved my life. I also rely on it. It’s only with this vitality that it has lasted until now, but... But I am about to die. I want to take the last chance to tell you the truth of the matter.
! "
"Uncle Song, don't say anything, you must hold on, we will go to the hospital right away, and think of her... She has lost her brother and can't lose her father anymore!"
Zhang Ermao yelled anxiously, but now Song Zihao ignored Zhang Ermao. Instead, he stretched out his hand to greet Wang Youcai and the others: "You are talented, come here too!"
"Yes, Mr. Song!" With tears on their faces, Wang Youcai, Huang Zhibing and others slowly walked up the stairs and walked to Song Zihao's front.
"Ermao, talented, I always treat you as my own sons. I originally wanted you to help Zhiyuan do some business, but now..." Thinking of his tragic death of his son, Song Zihao's tears flowed slowly again. Came out.
"Mr. Song, we will repay the hatred of Song Shao!" Wang Youcai gritted his teeth and said to Song Zihao, trying to control his inner grief.
"Talent, Zhiyuan’s hatred will be discussed later. What I want to say now is that 18k is gone, and the Song family is dead, but from today onwards Ermao will be the master of the Song family. If you are still from the Song family, you can still be right. The Song family is loyal, so you must listen to Ermao in the future!"
"Yes!" Wang Youcai, Huang Zhibing, and Peng Dayu nodded heavily. Once they did not dare to defy Song Zihao's orders; besides, when they saw the bodies of Zhang Ermao's master and mother on the ground, the current Wang Youcai and others also I believe Zhang Ermao, I believe that the other party is definitely not an ungrateful person, let alone the person who killed Song Zhiyuan.
"Uncle Song, you can't do this! I..." Zhang Ermao couldn't believe Song Zihao's words, couldn't believe that the other party not only trusted him all the time, but even gave himself everything from the Song family, of course this also includes the deep sweat of the Song family. hatred.
"Er Mao, listen to me!" Song Zihao interrupted Zhang Ermao again: "In fact, everything in the Song family and the Song family's property originally belonged to your master Zhou Zhengkai..."
"My master's name is Zhou Zhengkai!" Zhang Ermao was surprised, as if he didn't know the real name of his master Zhou, his father until now.
"Yeah!" Song Zihao said slowly, and then continued: "Things have to be talked about decades ago..."
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