There are no people around this abandoned warehouse, so you can hear any sound very clearly. People like Han Mingzhe are more sensitive. After all, they have been waiting for a long time.

    He finally heard the sound of a convoy coming to the end.

    "Come on, everybody hide."

    Han Mingzhe took out his gun and waved it around the house, indicating that everyone should hide quickly. Finally, the muzzle of the gun pointed at Ding Jiaxin, "you, don''t push her like a complaining woman."

    The black muzzle of the gun is like a whirlpool of death, which is about to suck Ding Jiaxin in.

    "Hurry up and hide inside. Are you looking for death?"

    Seeing that Ding Jiaxin didn''t respond, he stared at him. Han Mingzhe was a little angry. When the sword was about to shine and bullets flew, the appearance of women was often a symbol of trouble.

    Finally, Han Mingzhe pulled them to the ground and hid them behind.

    Han Mingze kicked open the door of the warehouse. He kicked the shabby door and made a "creak creak" complaint.

    There was no one in the house. Only under a sofa with its back to the door, there was a curl of smoke.

    "Big brother, since we are all at the door, why don''t you say hello to your brother? I''ll entertain you."

    Han Mingze walked cautiously inside, looking at the layout while walking.

    Scattered footprints were sliding on the dust on the ground, and all the signs showed that there was an ambush here. Han Mingzhe sat on the sofa and didn''t stop smoking, but he didn''t say a word to Han Mingze.

    With each foot on the ground, Han Mingze raised a little dust and fell on his exquisite leather shoes. He walked up to Han Mingzhe. His eyes were facing each other. The fight was about to begin. The two brothers had not had time to say a word.

    "Young master, this is the dessert that the second young master brought you at home."

    Steward Fu rushed into the middle of them when he shouldn''t have appeared. He really didn''t want to see them kill each other. Just a Han''s group, not Datang Jiangshan, there is no need to stage the change of Xuanwu Gate for this property!

    "Uncle Fu, you go out first."

    Housekeeper Fu''s age can''t stand the shock of waiting. Han Mingze treats housekeeper Fu as important as housekeeper Fu treats them. He has only two enemies, one is his father and the other is his brother. He has nothing to do with outsiders. He doesn''t want to involve innocent people.

    "Ha, since you''re here, there''s no reason to go out. I''m not as bright as Han''s villa. Uncle Fu, if you don''t mind, do it! It''s rare for us to get together." Han Mingzhe patted the place beside him and motioned housekeeper Fu to sit down.

    Housekeeper Fu sat gingerly beside Han Mingzhe and said to Han Mingze, "second young master, if the master is also there, the Han family will be reunited."

    "Uncle Fu, although my father is not here, you are like half of our father!" Han Mingzhe hypocritically put his arm around housekeeper Fu''s shoulder.

    "Hehe, I''m an old man. I''m just a servant at most. Young master, don''t joke." With that, steward Fu''s sweat had already flowed down from his forehead. He felt a cold texture that had reached his neck.

    Han Mingze stared at the embarrassing scene fiercely. Because the blade in Han Mingzhe''s hand was specially made and very small, Han Mingze didn''t see it. He just felt that their dialogue was very strange.

    "Ozawa, you sit too! How can you see me as a brother mixing into this field? I''m afraid I don''t want to condescend!" Han Mingzhe stopped looking at Han Mingze.

    Han Mingze felt a pang of sadness in his heart. If his land is no longer poor, he still has a place to live. He once, but he is really at a dead end. He can''t survive and has no way to die!