Li Mubai's powerful aura had already taken control of the situation. Although the group of Zhao family elders who had already retired to the second line would support Zhao Qingyun, how could they dare to confront Li Mubai alone?
They could support Zhao Qingyun, but they couldn't help Zhao Qingyun, and they didn't have the ability.
Shen Manjun also seemed to be helpless at this moment. She could only sit on the sofa with a dull expression.
Even Xiao Zheng, the young man who was highly valued by Mister Zhao. At this moment, he seemed to be at his wit's end, and could only let Li Mubai display his might.
Seeing that Li Mubai's abdication was about to succeed.
Seeing that the Zhao family was about to change their banner and change their name to the Li family. Zhao Qingyun finally arrived late under the attention of everyone.
Yes.
He came.
There were only two attendants by his side.
But the aura that he exuded was not the slightest bit inferior to Li Mubai. Even the group of experienced and knowledgeable elders, when they saw Zhao Qingyun at this moment, seemed to see Mister Zhao, and their eyes revealed awe. He slightly lowered his head.
"Humph! You're finally willing to come out! " Li Mubai looked at the expressionless Zhao Qingyun with a sneer, although he was surprised by Zhao Qingyun's unfamiliar aura. But he, who had victory in his grasp, still looked down at the pretentious Zhao Qingyun from high above.
Xiao Zheng only glanced at Zhao Qingyun, who was completely different from the past, and the corner of his mouth revealed a deep meaning. He calmly lit a cigarette, turned sideways, and held Shen Manjun's cold palm. He still didn't say a word.
"You're disturbing me." Zhao Qingyun casually sat on a single sofa, which was usually used by Mister Zhao. Except for Mister Zhao himself, no one dared to sit on it.
But tonight, this sofa was destined to belong to him. Even Li Mubai didn't dare to easily touch it. At least before Mister Zhao died, he didn't dare to sit on it.
Because everyone knew that although it was just a chair, it was as if Mister Zhao was sitting there.
In Ming Zhu, who dared to sit on Mister Zhao's exclusive sofa without his permission?
Zhao Qingyun slowly sat down, his cold gaze swept over Li Mubai, and indifferently said: "You've disturbed my chat with Mister Zhao."
"Pretentious!" Li Mubai sneered. "I'm telling you solemnly that from today onwards, you no longer belong here. If you still want to live, get out of here immediately. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll spare your dog life! "
He had already spoken his mind.
Li Mubai didn't need to pretend anymore.
He clearly knew that Shen Manjun's only reliance now was Zhao Qingyun, who was highly regarded by the Zhao Family's Fourth Elder. As long as he was willing to retreat in the face of difficulties, taking down the Zhao Family would be as easy as flipping his hand!
"Since you're already here, why bother pretending to be benevolent? With a personality like yours, how can you achieve great things? "Zhao Qingyun said lightly. "Have you forgotten that Fourth Master once taught us that a man cannot be ruthless?" Zhao Qingyun said coldly.
"What do you want to say?" Li Mubai asked condescendingly.
"Look back. Let's hear it. "Zhao Qingyun lit a cigarette and said expressionlessly.
Just as he finished speaking, shrill screams rose and fell in the night sky. It was as if a frenzied massacre was taking place in the Zhao Family's courtyard not far away. The concentrated and ear-piercing gunshots were continuous. Even if they were separated by dozens of meters, they could still smell the nauseating smell of blood.
The gunshots only lasted for less than two minutes before they gradually stopped. Li Mubai's expression also suddenly changed in these two minutes. It was as if most of the strength in his body had been sucked out. He slumped on the sofa, his head covered in cold sweat.
Outside — — What happened?
There were more than eighty of his trusted subordinates in the courtyard. They were all well-trained and experienced veterans of the Jianghu! Why had there been no movement in the short span of two minutes?
What did they encounter?
What kind of power could destroy this group of well-trained veterans in an instant?
Thump.
A bloody lackey stumbled into the room from outside the door. His arm was pierced by a bullet. Besides the blood on his face, it was mostly covered by fear. His eyes were dull and lifeless. He came in front of Li Mubai and said with a sobbing voice, "Master Li, we've been ambushed!"
"They're carrying submachine guns. They're wearing bulletproof vests. And they're throwing bombs at us! "
"Dead! All dead! Our brothers were slaughtered by them before we could do anything! "
Li Mubai's body trembled and he slumped on the sofa. He stared at Zhao Qingyun with resentment and said with hatred, "What the hell are you doing?"
Zhao Qingyun's eyes were still unusually calm and said indifferently, "I just reminded you. Since you're here, don't pretend to be merciful. You don't have this ability. "
"I'll shoot you!" Li Mubai grabbed the pistol in the lackey's hand and shouted at Zhao Qingyun.
In the face of Li Mubai's ferocious roar, Zhao Qingyun's lips overflowed with a sarcastic sneer, "You're really sad."
Pa pa pa pa.
Nearly twenty tall young men wearing masks, bulletproof vests, and submachine guns entered the door one after another. Except for their eyes, all parts of their bodies were covered by military uniforms. There were military pistols on their waists and a military knife on their trousers. On the whole, they looked like a well-trained elite team of special forces!
These twenty special warfare elites formed a group of three. As soon as they entered the living room, they quickly took control of the situation. Under their terrifying pressure, the young men in suits holding pistols seemed to be holding only shotguns in their hands. Not to mention shooting, they didn't even have the courage to aim at the other party.
Who dared to hold a low-quality assembled pistol and fire at a group of powerful and well-trained special warfare elites? This was simply a one-sided massacre!
Their companions outside taught them what to do at this moment with a bloody lesson.
Surrendering was the best outcome to save their lives!
"I surrender!"
In the crowd, someone raised his hands and shouted with a trembling voice.
If standing in front of them was a group of Jianghu people who also held pistols, they might not be timid and might even be able to squeeze out the courage to fight with their lives on the line. But at this moment, they were facing a large group of special warfare elites who could even carry out anti-terrorist missions.
How to fight?
It was simply a one-sided massacre!
"Put down the gun!"
The heavily armed special warfare elite shouted in a deep voice. His voice was deep like a tiger and extremely majestic.
"Let's, let's —"
People put down the weapons in their hands one after another and didn't dare to resist stubbornly.
Just when everyone put down the pistols in their hands, Li Mubai's face was pale, and he sat on the sofa helplessly. Zhao Qingyun suddenly raised his arm high, then pressed down hard and said indifferently, "Kill."
Tut tut tut!
Tut tut tut tut!
The intensive gunshots and screams intertwined into a demonic sound. In an instant, the living room, which was as clean as a mirror, turned into a river of blood. Corpses with missing arms and legs fell in a pool of blood. There was no sound.
Different from the pictures in the movies, a real submachine gun fired at a living person with flesh and blood. After a few shots, it didn't just leave a few bullet holes on the body. Instead, it was a large-scale destruction, as if it had been bombed, and the internal organs flowed everywhere. Even — being shot in the head by a submachine gun, half of the head was directly blown off. It didn't leave an artistically processed blood hole at all.
Looking at the hellish scene in front of them, even the experienced and knowledgeable elders of the Zhao family felt their stomachs churning at this moment, and they wanted to vomit.
To be able to get to where they were today, how many of these old guys hadn't killed people or done murder and arson? But when they killed people, especially in the early years, they usually used knives to stab people, or at most used guns that weren't very powerful to kill people. The purpose of killing people was the same, but the effect created and the feeling of the scene were on a completely different level.
How the hell was this killing people?
It was simply a massacre! A frenzied and destructive massacre!
Click.
Zhao Qingyun silently lit a cigarette, his eyes calmly staring at the completely dispirited Li Mubai. His lips curled into a ruthless sneer, "Li Mubai, I just heard you shouting in the room that I, Zhao Qingyun, am not your opponent? You don't put me in your eyes at all? Is that so? "
Hearing this, Li Mubai panicked and said, "I — I didn't say that."
In the end, Li Mubai wasn't Chen Chong. He had ambition and boldness, but he definitely wasn't as brave as Chen Chong. Chen Chong dared to put his head on his waist and charge into battle, whether it was for the Zhao family or for himself, but Li Mubai didn't dare, and wouldn't. So he became the strategist of the Zhao family, the strategist who came up with strategies. The decisive reason was that he didn't have enough courage to charge into battle.
In this world, those who were brave or resourceful would basically be able to stand out and shine brightly. There weren't many people who were brave and resourceful.
Li Mubai didn't want to die, so he gave in. He gave in to Zhao Qingyun, who he had once looked down on.
"I lost," Li Mubai said in a tone close to begging.
"You're begging me to let you go?" Zhao Qingyun asked condescendingly.
"Yes —" Li Mubai begged. "Please let me go."
"Kneel," Zhao Qingyun said indifferently.
Plop.
Li Mubai didn't hesitate, kneeling on the ground and begging Zhao Qingyun, "Please let me go. From now on, I won't take half a step into the Zhao family. "
"I've verbally forgiven you." Zhao Qingyun pulled out a pistol from the waist of one of his subordinates. It was a Desert Eagle with fierce firepower.
The huge muzzle was aimed at Li Mubai's head, only to hear Zhao Qingyun say expressionlessly, "But you still have to die."
"No!" Shen Manjun exclaimed. "Qingyun, don't kill him!"
Bang!
Zhao Qingyun pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The bullet was fired from the barrel, and Li Mubai's head was blown up, and his face was beyond recognition.
At this moment, no one could stop Zhao Qingyun, not even Shen Manjun, who had been obedient since she was a child.
Li Mubai fell into a pool of blood. His head was completely blown apart, red and white liquid gushing out from the huge hole. Shen Manjun, who had experienced the scene of blood flowing like a river, vomited on the spot. Her delicate body trembled.
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