In the name of father

Chapter 132

Before the vase touched Li Tang, he blocked it with his hand. The beautiful young man reached out to catch the vase firmly, and placed it beside him: "Throw things around, are you afraid of hitting uncle?"

Xiao Yan couldn't make a sneak attack, his chest heaved violently. At this moment, he looked as if he was ready to rush up and step on Li Tang's face at any time—probably if Xiao Yan hadn't stopped him by the side, He may have already done this... The young master of the Xiao family was the calmest one besides Xiao Mo among the people present. When Li Tang asked for his hand, not only did he not show the slightest surprised expression, but He just sat down on the single sofa opposite Li Tang very calmly.

The amber pupils of the eldest young master of the Xiao family were filled with indifference. He glanced at the young man sitting opposite him calmly, raised the corners of his lips but said slowly without much smile: "Follow me It costs a lot to ask for something.”

"Same." Li Tang completely ignored the berserk Xiao Yan, he just stared at Xiao Yan, and exerted some strength with his hand on Xiao Mo's waist, "Eleventh year ago, you broke my leg, and now you have to return it!" One hand, it’s a good deal.”

Xiao Mo listened to what Li Tang said, and the little heart in his chest also jumped twice. He imagined that when Xiao Yan heard that Li Tang was lying on the gun with Wang Zhixi and his group back then, it would be extremely funny. What kind of expression - what would Xiao Yan think about the dead people's grievances that were just a bunch of brats back then but turned into a bloodbath today?

Is it consternation?

It could also be anger.

Or just mocking.

Xiao Mo thought back and forth a lot, but what surprised him was that after Li Tang made a serious "self-introduction" in a calm tone, Xiao Yan, who was sitting opposite them, remained silent. With an expressionless face, there was no wave in those amber pupils, not only Xiao Yan, but even Xiao Yan standing behind Xiao Yan also showed an inexplicable contemptuous expression.

Xiao Yan sat up a little bit, stared at Li Tang, and opened her thin lips lightly. Immediately afterwards, the eldest young master of the Xiao family said a sentence that was enough to shake the world and make ghosts and gods cry, that is——

"Sorry, don't remember."

Xiao Mo: "..."

Li Tang: "..."

Xiao Mo sighed, and when he clearly felt that the aura around the handsome young man sitting next to him had dropped to freezing point, the man suddenly felt that there was probably no one in this world who was more skillful than his son in using " How to directly anger the enemy quickly and accurately" is a person with this skill.

In fact, Xiao Mo didn't think that Xiao Yan really didn't remember that incident—after all, Xiao Yan was the one who took the blame for Xiao Yan back then, and after that, the two brothers reached a conclusion that what the hell? The agreement...Thinking that the two brothers have been like two young wild beasts for more than ten years, they have learned to peep at their father with their teeth and claws before they have fully grown up——Thinking of this, the man's back felt awkward He became stiff, and then it suddenly occurred to him that Xiao Yan and Xiao Yan had reached an agreement in private to divide him equally, and he didn't seem to have time to settle the score with them.

... Although the current situation looks more like the two brothers want to settle accounts with him.

They looked very dissatisfied with the way the man was now half-clad in another person's arms.

Xiao Mo didn't know that there were still a bunch of bombs strapped to his chest that could blow up four floors. He was still here to think about whether it was a weird performance, but the young people on the scene were busy with each other. While staring, the man still felt that as the only elder he should break the deadlock of silence, so after waiting for about 30 seconds, he cleared his throat and chose an appropriate beginning to open the topic: "I think, everyone We are all a family, we can discuss everything when we sit down, and we don’t need to make it so exaggerated.”

Xiao Yan: "It's not a family."

Xiao Yan: "You are sick, who is with his family?"

Li Tang: "There is no need to discuss."

The above, the topic has not yet started, but it is over.

Xiao Mo: "..."

Xiao Mo is a little hard to describe his mood now. On the one hand, because of the self-esteem of some old people, he feels that Li Tang said that he wanted to chase him, but he acted like he wanted to chase him, but in the end he tied a bomb to him. On the other hand, when he looked at the expression on Xiao Yan's face, the man almost immediately realized that if necessary, Xiao Yan might really do what Li Tang said. to do—

Xiao Mo's mood was complicated.

The last time, seeing the bomb was about to explode, the sons were still willing to stay by his side, and the man felt very touched.

This time, it was the same situation, but for some unknown reason, Xiao Mo had a feeling that he would rather everyone in this room be bombed to death here today than watch his son make a move to save his father. This kind of thing——until now, Xiao Mo realized that he was a somewhat extreme person, and he didn't want to see his perfect son being deprived of his legs because of the existence of his father.

To be precise, he actually held back a lot.

At the beginning, Xiao Qi was also left by him. Xiao Yanming secretly asked him to dispose of that loyal dog several times, but he did not agree. Now Xiao’s company has all been paid out. Although Xiao Mo did not say anything about such a thing, What to say, but I still feel as if someone silently slapped him on the face loudly.

That night, when the idler Zhang died, he almost immediately guessed that Li Tang wanted to take him away and put him under house arrest. There's a storm coming, and instead of letting the clouds loom over his head and sleep hard all day, he'll do it himself and make it happen in advance.

Xiao Mo knew all the above things, he just didn't say anything.

He doesn't say a lot of things, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know.

It was probably from the day he ran away from home that Xiao Mo realized that in the past ten years or so, he had a good life rather than a good self-deception ability. The rough and simple boxing ring is the real It belongs to his world—while sitting in an elegant restaurant, drinking boiled water that costs dozens of yuan a sip, and discussing business that costs hundreds of millions of dollars, he can do these things, but this does not mean that he is truly suits him.

So as soon as Xiao Yan graduated from university, Xiao Mo almost transferred all the rights in his hands to Xiao Yan as if he was running away.

He is running away.

Xiao Yan may not have noticed it, but his son didn't say anything, just quietly took over the mess.

Xiao Mo's heartbeat was constantly speeding up. Right now, looking at the eldest son sitting opposite him with a calm face, the indescribable sense of guilt and unbearable surged in his heart, and Xiao Mo was almost out of breath. Now, the man just thinks that for so many years, Xiao Yan is the one who is really playing the role of father——

He, Xiao Mo, was probably only considered a clown.

He couldn't do anything but make trouble.

The man was silent. When he saw Xiao Yan standing up from the sofa calmly, he opened his lips, but found that he couldn't make any sound at all... He just sat on the sofa and stared blankly, listening to Xiao Yan's words. That yelling like a monkey, and glaring at Xiao Yan who managed to quiet his younger brother by just throwing down a calm "shut up" before turning around and walking into the kitchen.

When Xiao Yan came out of the kitchen, he was carrying a knife in his hand.

The knife had probably been rarely used, and had a cold, sharp metallic luster.

Xiao Mo's eyelids twitched because of the cold light, the man gritted his molars, and when he spoke, he still looked calm. He called his son's name, and when the other party raised his head to look at him, The man looked into the other's eyes very firmly, and said lightly: "You don't have to do this for Dad."

"It has nothing to do with whether you are my father or not." Xiao Yan replied in the same tone.

"..."

Xiao Yan's words made Xiao Mo unable to answer - because he couldn't guess, and didn't dare to guess what his words meant... However, the man didn't have the energy to do it in this regard. More thinking, because at this time, he had already seen Xiao Yan hanging the sharp knife on his middle finger——

Xiao Mo turned his head and looked at Li Tang. The pale and beautiful young man showed a little expectant expression on his face—like an out-and-out lunatic: "Finger by finger, young master, cut one , I’ll just say a number.”

Hearing these words, Xiao Mo was terrified.

The man's eyelids jumped wildly, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Xiao Yan, don't—"

Xiao Yan raised his eyelids and glanced at Xiao Mo, without saying a word, but at this moment, it was Xiao Yan who strode forward and slammed the man's mouth. He lowered his head, his amber eyes were cold - —In Xiao Mo’s memory, Xiao Yan can be indifferent, arrogant, or even unscrupulous and willful and unreasonable, but the man swears that he has never seen his youngest son show such an expression——

Struggling, or an unshakable determination.

"No, watch you die?"

Xiao Yan's voice sounded a little hoarse.

His hand pressed between Xiao Mo's mouth and nose, getting tighter and tighter, but the gap between his fingers still couldn't stop Xiao Mo from smelling the bloody breath permeating the air into his nose, and the man's heart beat. There was a sudden stop, and he took a breath. Just when he heard the "click" sound of the knife and the coffee table, the man's eyes widened and his pupils shrank——

But before he could clearly see what happened, his eyes were covered with the other hand of his youngest son, and the whole place was plunged into darkness.

"Don't listen, don't look," Xiao Yan gritted his molars and said, "And don't say anything."

Xiao Mo was silent.

At this moment, the man only felt that his entire soul was hooked out of his body with a bloody hook, and he just sat there stiffly, listening to the sound not far away. Xiao Yan's breathing rate hardly changed from the beginning to the end. After a long silence, he seemed to hear someone throwing something into the trash can.

At the same time, the man felt Li Tang sitting next to him laughing.

He sounded very casual and gave the second number on the combination disk.

"Continue." After reporting the numbers, Li Tang said coldly.

Just a moment of silence.

And the next second, to everyone's surprise, the man who was still stiff the moment before, because he estimated that the wires on his body had to be curled up in the corner of the sofa like a corpse, suddenly struggled at this moment—his The strength was so great that Xiao Yan, who was suppressing him, was pushed away by him and fell staggeringly on another sofa. The black-haired man suddenly jumped up, panting like an agile cat. Roughly threw the beautiful young man beside him onto the sofa——

When everything in the room returned to the original tranquility, Xiao Mo's hands were firmly stuck on Li Tang's neck.

"Uncle."

"Do not call me."

Xiao Mo found that his hands were bone-chillingly cold, he could feel the pulse of an artery under his hand, which was so pale that it was almost sickly, and the warmth of the human body was transmitted along the palm of his hand——

"Password." Xiao Mo lowered his head, looked into the dark brown pupils of the young man who was firmly pressed under him, and said coldly.

"Usually I'm rarely attacked like this." Li Tang looked calm, he stretched out his hand, and pushed back the man's black hair that was hanging down to cover his eyes, "You are the one who can do it—"

Li Tang couldn't finish his sentence, because at this moment, the hand around his neck was more forceful, and he let out a rough "heh" and "heh" from his throat. After that, he finally seemed to lose his strength. , the hand caressing the man's cheek dropped, and a few seconds later, he vaguely reported a series of numbers.

Xiao Mo memorized this series of numbers in his heart with a blank face. At the same time, the hand on the young man's neck did not let go. For a moment, Xiao Mo was sure that he wanted to just turn his wrist like this, so that The fragile life under his hands is completely——

"You want to kill me." Li Tang's voice was calm, because his throat was stuck, his voice sounded vague, there was no anger in it, but it sounded like a sigh.

"You want to kill me first." Xiao Mo said coldly.

Li Tang opened his eyes, and calmly looked at the beautiful black pupils of the black-haired man pressing on him.

It was so dark that it was hard to see what he was thinking.

After a moment of silence, at this moment, everyone in the room suddenly heard the sound of someone shooting from the stairwell downstairs.

Xiao Mo was startled, and let go of the beautiful young man controlled by him as if he had just woken up from a dream. The latter turned over and sat up, stretched his neck, turned his head, and swept across the Xiao family in the room with a smile that was not a smile. Three fathers and sons: "Xiao Qi's people are here, tsk tsk, they have already arrived downstairs."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Xiao Mo again, stretched out a finger, and raised the man's chin: "Uncle, if you don't kill me today, you won't have a chance in the future, even if you want to pull me down, you won't do it again!" It's not here."

Xiao Yan silently drew out the gun at his waist—it wasn't the kind equipped by the police station, it was probably taken directly from the arsenal in the North District. At this moment, the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at Li Tang, as if Just waiting for the man to give an order—and Xiao Mo just pushed the other's hand away with a deadpan "slap", and said "Get out" coldly.

At the same time, he heard the sound of clothes being torn, turned his head, and saw Xiao Yan wrapping the strips of cloth torn from the clothes quickly around his apparently short middle finger...

The man gasped for breath.

However, Li Tang who was beside him seized the momentary gap, and the latter rushed to the door in two or three steps, quickly entered the password, opened the door and ran out.

Xiao Yan cursed, rushed forward and pushed Xiao Mo back on the sofa. When the man was struggling to sit up, he pushed his hand away, and directly opened the bomb on his chest. The Jiugongge cipher disk——

Xiao Yan put his finger on it, paused, then frowned and raised his head to ask Xiao Mo: "What's the password?"

"You didn't remember?" Xiao Mo asked back, wanting to look over Xiao Yan's shoulder to see the situation of his eldest son.

The man's intention seemed to be discovered by Xiao Yan, and the other party made a "tsk" sound impatiently, pinched the man's chin and twisted his face back, and said very seriously: "I was too nervous just now, and I focused all my attention on what will happen to you. The aspect of not strangling that kid - turned out, I have to say, to be disappointed."

"..." Xiao Mo patted his youngest son's hand away, and reported a series of numbers.

Xiao Yan followed the numbers the man said, beeping and beeping each number——

"...4778—what's wrong?"

Xiao Mo lowered his head and found that his youngest son seemed to have stopped halfway through the Jiugong grid.

Raising his head, he saw Xiao Yan frowning tightly—the folds between his brows could almost kill a fly—and the next second, before the man could realize what happened, Xiao Yan stretched out his hand, and grabbed it. The timer connected to the bomb switch attached to his body was pulled off with brute force——

Xiao Mo watched as the wires were pulled and broken one by one.

Xiao Mo's hair stood on end one by one.

however……

"Fuck you, you got tricked!"

When Xiao Yan cursed an ugly word and threw the timer that had completely detached from Xiao Mo's body to the ground, even Xiao Yan, who was standing behind him bandaging his wound, showed a surprised expression——

The bomb didn't explode.

Nothing happened.

Behind the timer, there was only one shining wire, and that wire was directly connected to both ends of the bomb's power supply. That is to say, the bomb, which was enough to blow up half a building, was itself a scrapped short circuit.