"Are you afraid?" Rong Fan touched his head with a loving smile.

Rong Shu shook his little head, which meant his father: "Not afraid."

With his father here, he is not afraid.

Rong Fan's smile deepened. At this time, two bullets shot towards them. He pressed Rong Shu in his arms, his gentle eyes instantly sharp. He shot at the place where he was shooting, and immediately picked up Rong Shu with one hand and walked forward along the smooth wall.

The Sun family has not sold it for years, and Rong Fan has kept it here for Sun Zhuo to make trouble. Rong Fan knows the secret passage below and even makes some moves.

Originally, the plan he designated was not this way, but Sun Zhuo forced him and Rong Shu in this direction.

He has not yet guessed Sun Zhuo's purpose. Sun Zhuo is not careful of death or injury. He even knows that his father has long died, and he wants to die with Rong Fan and his son.

Soon he and Rong Shu were forced to a dead end, but the gunshots behind him were getting closer and closer, and Sun Zhuo's voice was getting closer and closer: "Sir Rong, do you think you can escape the heaven of your life if you choose my old house?"

Rong Fan listened to the sound. When Sun Zhuo's footsteps were about to turn from the corner, he hit the wall behind him. The floors under his feet sank like an elevator. Sun Zhuo turned around and saw Rong Fan's forehead left on it. His face was instantly ferocious. He raised his hand and shot it, but he hit the wall. When he ran over with his legs that were shot, there were no Rong Fan and Rong Shu below.

He jumped down regardless of his leg injury, but found that it was a secret passage. There was an exit facing the Sun family's already deserted garden outside.

When he chased him out, where were there any figures of Rong Fan and his son?

The weeds around were taller than people, very lush, blocking their sight, but Sun Zhuo was sure that Rong Fan and his son were hiding here. His face was cold and his eyes were swept with fierce light. Soon a gust of wind blew, with a faint smell of blood.

Following the bloody smell, he could only roughly know which direction it was, but he could not locate it. He moved vigilantly towards the direction of his breath.

Rumbled sounds came from his body through the tall weeds. Rong Fan closed his eyes and his hand holding the gun trembled slightly. He held his breath as he heard the sound of getting closer and closer.

Just when Sun Zhu was only five steps away from Rong Fan, a sound suddenly came from behind Sun Zhuo. He suddenly turned around and saw Rong Shu running forward with a small body. He raised his gun and pointed it at Rong Shu.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Rong Shu instantly rushed to the ground, but Sun Zhuo froze in place, and bloody flowers burst out from the heart of his chest.

He endured the severe pain and the blackness in front of him, turned his head with difficulty, and saw Rong Fan standing behind him with a gun, and before he could spit out a word, he fell to the ground.

Rong Fan had no time to pay attention to him, and ran to Rong Shu over him. Seeing his small body lying on the ground, Rong Fan was so angry that he could breathe out, and felt that the three souls and seven spirits that had been scared away returned to his position.

He lifted his soft steps and pulled his son up. His face was cold: "No, no," he said.

He was really scared to death just now. He hid Rong Shu aside, knowing that the smell of blood on his body could not be hidden and he didn't want the child to take risks. As a result, the little guy was very upset and actually took the initiative to make a sound on his back to lure Sun Zhuo away.
Chapter completed!