Chapter 1185: 1185
The middle-aged man greeted, “Yazhe, you’re here!”
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He regarded him quizzically . “Fourth uncle, why are you here?”
“I’m here to see your grandpa; take a seat!”
The boy could not help holding his father’s hand .
As he held his son to his side, he walked to the bed’s other end and sat down facing Mu Lianjue .
A long period of silence followed .
The older man broke this silence first .
“Your grandpa’s condition is getting worse!”
“Mm . ”
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His nephew’s face remained cold with his brows furrowed .
He suddenly laughed when he took a glance at his face . “What? You seem to have something on your mind . ”
“Not at all!”
“Oh…”
He laughed darkly again before his eyes fell on his bedridden father’s pale face .
There was a long bout of silence again .
A century seemed to have passed before he suddenly stated, “I think you have something you want to tell me, young man . ”
Youyou’s eyes narrowed in wariness when he heard this . He then lifted his head up to his father yet kept his sharp, penetrating gaze onto the man opposite them .
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Keenly aware of the subtle change in his father’s face, he turned sharply and looked at the middle-aged bloke cuttingly!
There were subtle changes in the atmosphere .
Mu Yazhe suddenly questioned, “Fourth uncle, how did you know about grandpa’s condition?”
“I got the news from our family!”
“He he!” He went straight to the point . “Where are they?”
The older man knitted his brows as he regarded his nephew with dark, meaningful eyes . “What do you mean?”
“I’m asking you . ” The younger man’s eyes flashed dangerously and frostily . “Where are they?!”
Astonishment colored his son’s face before he cast the older man a suspicious look .
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Don’t tell me that… it’s him?!
The older man glanced at Mu Sheng expressionlessly; never once did he meet his nephew in the eyes . He calmly held onto his cane and answered, “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“You do . ”
His nephew leaned forward to grab his collars with one hand as a gun appeared in his other hand .
He pressed the muzzle of it at his uncle’s forehead .
As the cold, mechanical loading of the gun sounded a click, a constant stream of cold air came from the black muzzle .
“Where are they?”
“He he he… ” His fourth uncle suddenly gave a cold laugh, which got increasingly hard to restrain . He laughed heartily until the end . “Ha ha ha…”
His nephew regarded him expressionlessly .
“It’s unlike you to lose your cool!” The older man lifted his eyes in provocation . “Are you taunting me? He he! Surely, you know what the consequences are for shooting me? If I die, they’ll die, too . Ha ha ha—”
“Where are they, then?” The younger man had finally lost his patience .
His uncle, however, sneered . “Now, what’s the hurry? I know what you want; likewise, you know what I want!”
Youyou suddenly stood up nervously .
Were his mother and brother really in his hands?!
Mu Yazhe pressed his lips firmly into a cold line as he pushed the older man away with the gun in his hand .
The latter lose his balance and nearly fell to the ground .
The little lad clenched his fists tightly, his eyes gleaming murderously .