CHAPTER 938: CHAPTER 938

Ou Mucen smirked coldly: "What is there not to be afraid of? Haven’t you killed enough people? Wasn’t someone just murdered a few days ago?"

"You—"

Upon hearing those words, the old man standing there, along with Ying Hai and the others, all turned pale.

He actually knows everything?

Then is this why he returned this time...?

Ying Hai recalled how after returning from Fengdu, he tried several times to assassinate that woman on Antique Street according to the old man’s instructions, but was stopped every time by some people in black. Instantly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he realized everything.

Similarly, the old man’s face turned extremely unpleasant. Knowing that all his deeds were found out by his son filled him with a shameful anger from being caught red-handed.

"It’s not my fault, it’s all because she issued a wanted notice!"

Haha!

Upon hearing such a shameless and outrageous statement, the man sitting and smoking there instantly lost his last shred of hope for him.

"Indeed, how can you be blamed? You killed people, robbed things, so you should live well, and those who try to stop you and ruin you are wrong, they deserve to die. Ou Qichang, why not simply unify the whole world? Then you wouldn’t have to worry about people having rebellious intentions."

"Ou Mucen, what are you saying!"

"Don’t you know what I’m saying? I’m speaking plainly. Ying Hai, did you hear what I said?"

Ying Hai: "..."

Cold sweat all over him, he wished he could vanish from this room!

"Ou Qichang, sometimes I really want to ask you one question: after all these years, when you sleep at night, have you ever dreamt once about that couple you killed? You took their possessions, lived such a carefree life, has your conscience never felt the slightest bit ashamed? And now you even want to kill their daughter, do you have any humanity left?"

"Ou Mucen—"

Hearing such words, the old man sitting opposite finally became infuriated, and stood up abruptly from his chair, pulling out a gun aimed at his son’s head: "I’ll kill you!"

"Sir—"

Ying Hai and the others standing beside him were suddenly petrified and fell to the ground: "Sir, you can’t, he is the third young master! He’s your son!"

"I don’t have such a son! I, Ou Qichang, from today onwards, will pretend I’ve never had this abominable son!" He roared in anger, not calming down, but instead, he moved the gun closer to the son’s head.

Ou Mucen had been watching coldly, and seeing the old man even drew a gun at his words, he erupted too, slamming the table and standing up. Pointing at his own temple, he spoke each word clearly: "Fine, Ou Qichang, you have the guts, just put a bullet in here today, or else, if I don’t put you in prison, I’ll write my name backwards!"

"You unfilial son!!"

BANG—

In his uncontrolled fury, he really intended to pull the trigger!

Beside him, Ying Hai’s face turned extremely dark, and he sprang up from the ground in an arrow-like rush, grabbing the old man’s finger clutching the gun at lightning speed: "Sir, what are you doing? He is the third young master, your son!! Are you really going to kill your own son?"