CHAPTER 939: CHAPTER 939

A sudden shout echoed, and at this moment, the person who had been with him for so many years no longer seemed like a servant but rather like a stern elder scolding him!

Yes, he was absolutely right. What exactly was he trying to do? If he could kill his son today, then could he kill other family members tomorrow or the day after? If so, what’s the difference from being an animal?

Ying Hai stared at him with childlike intensity!

Ou Mucen hadn’t expected that someone who wasn’t his own would suddenly help him. Seeing him snatch the gun from the old man, he just stood there, temporarily suppressing the anger that had been boiling within his chest.

The old man’s expression was quite a spectacle, being humiliated in front of his son by having a bodyguard twist the gun from his hands. It was already embarrassing enough, not to mention that what the bodyguard said was entirely correct.

So he just stood there, his face alternating between red and white, more lively than a dye house.

Time seemed to freeze, and the air felt solid. At this moment, not only did no one in the room dare to make a sound, but even the old man and the Ou Mucen standing opposite him said nothing.

The room seemed to plunge abruptly to freezing point!

Until Ou Mucen, standing there, suddenly felt a warm liquid trickling down from his temple, lifted his hand to touch it, and saw the palm full of crimson. Only then was the tense atmosphere broken.

"Young Master..."

"Ying Hai, it seems I need to thank you today; otherwise, I might not have survived!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Hai’s face turned even more anxious: "Third Young Master, it’s not like that. The Master couldn’t possibly want to kill you. You are the son he values the most. How could he possibly kill you? He was just blinded by rage today."

Heh!

Blinded by rage?

That’s a great excuse!

Ou Mucen glanced at his palm full of crimson red, and the corners of his lips curled into a mocking sneer: "Oh, really? Then what if I ended up lying here today?"

Ying Hai: "..."

The old man, who had been standing there with a terrifyingly grim face, finally spoke word by word: "Ou Mucen, let me ask you one last time. Do you really want to go against me?"

Ou Mucen raised his eyes, his gaze chillingly cold: "That depends on what you do."

With this simple sentence, the old man’s bloodshot pupils instantly contracted to the extreme!

"Ou Mucen, you will regret it. Don’t forget, I still have two women of yours in my hands."

"..."

In an instant, the young man standing opposite him, who had some resemblance to him in his brows and eyes, unleashed a bloodthirsty killing intent, colder than a blade: "Try touching them."

"..."

With just a few words, the atmosphere in the room transformed into something akin to hell, an oppressive and terrifying ambiance that left even the old man speechless.

Those were two extremely fierce gazes, like those of a beast. Provoke them, and they would tear you to pieces!

Yes, that’s the kind of man he was. In terms of ruthlessness, he was second to none. If not, the Ou family wouldn’t have thrived better in his hands than in his father’s.

Therefore, it was best not to challenge his limits. Otherwise, he would truly make him regret fathering this son!

Ou Mucen glanced at the people in the room who dared not say a word to him, carelessly grabbed a tissue from the table, pressed it against his wound, and turned to leave.