Zhao Xiong was not in a hurry to explain himself. Instead, he frowned and stared at the man in the pig mask who was hugging Gatlin, lost in thought.
The inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart grew stronger.
Zhao Xiong gritted his teeth. His mind seemed to have come to a conclusion, but he still did not believe it. He kept shaking his head... ...
Zhao Qin, who was behind him, seized the opportunity with great difficulty. He walked over and began to scold Zhao Xiong. "Why did you call so many people here today? Don't tell me you want to kill me, this big brother of yours, and our entire clan's clansmen! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of "Da da Da" sounds suddenly came from nearby, followed by the sound of blood instantly flying in the air due to the burst of blood vessels.
Zhao Xiong didn't see anything clearly. He only felt that something warm and warm flew onto his face.
Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to touch it. It was actually blood... ...
Zhao Xiong's pupils constricted. He hurriedly looked behind him
He saw that Zhao Qin, who was acting arrogantly just now, had now widened his eyes. His entire body was covered in bloody holes.
It was as if he had already stopped breathing. His body fell straight back.
"Dong! "
A dull and stiff sound spread throughout the entire ancestral hall in an instant.
All the members of the Zhao family shut their mouths. It was as if a pair of hands had been stuck on their necks. They could not even continue to breathe. Their faces were Pale and their eyes were fixed.
Only the perpetrator felt extremely relaxed.
It was as if he had not just killed a person, but a completely lifeless puppet.
"You're right. I just want to kill you and kill all the members of the Zhao family. " Zhao Chongbin adjusted the angle of the gun in his hand and finally fixed his gaze on Zhao Qin's slightly fat and greasy face.
Back then, when his cousin did that to him, he was once seen by this uncle, but he didn't stop him. His expression was cold.
Having a son but not being educated, wasn't it his fault?
If it wasn't for the things his cousin did back then, Zhao Chongbin thought, he might not be so obsessed with killing people.
But... So what ? ?
He couldn't go back.
He wouldn't have a second childhood.
Zhao Xiong stiffly turned his neck and his gaze fell on the smiling Buddha mask again.
It was obvious that this person had used a voice changer when speaking.
It must be someone who had a great relationship with the Zhao family. He was afraid of being recognized, so he deliberately used a voice changer.
Then this person... ... Cold Sweat broke out on Zhao Xiong's forehead. Thinking of the many victims who had complained about Zhao Chongbin in the police station, thinking of his big brother who had just died by his side, his heart was already in a state of panic ...
The person in front of him was... ... His son, right ...
Zhao Chongbin only glanced at the dead person on the ground indifferently, without the slightest bit of attachment or regret.
When he withdrew his gaze, he inadvertently exchanged a glance with Zhao Xiong.
He saw the astonishment and fear in Zhao Xiong's eyes, as well as many other emotions, such as heartache and bitterness, as well as disappointment. There were too many of them, and he did not have the leisure to count them all.
However, the only thing he could be sure of was that his father had recognized him.
A cold and bloodthirsty smile curled up on the corner of his lips. Zhao Chongbin slowly walked forward and slowly approached his father.
He still remembered that when he was young, he lived with his relatives in the countryside. The thing he longed for most every day was for his father to come and visit him... ...
Even if it was just a glance, it would be good.