Chapter 392 The Damned Deserve No Mercy!

just then turned their heads.Upon seeing Fu Lingxiao, Shen Yue first froze, then put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, stood up straight, and said: "Mr. Fu."Mu Xing blinked in disbelief, "Lit...Your Majesty's Manor.

In the afternoon, Yu Rong delivered the freshly made skull model to the other villa.

After getting it, Mu Xing told her uncle briefly, then locked herself in her room and practiced with the skull model.

Fu Lingxiao didn't disturb her, sitting alone in the study smoking and thinking about what Lan Hua had said.

"Knock knock."

The door was suddenly knocked on, and Wu Guanjia's voice came: "Young Master, the second young master and the third young lady are here."

Fu Lingxiao's indifferent brows instantly turned cold, he finished the cigarette in his hand, forcefully extinguished the cigarette butt, and got up to leave the study.

On the first floor, in the living room, Fu Jingmo and Fu Ci waited there in silence.

The villa was very quiet, and the footsteps on the second floor could be heard clearly, spreading steadily.

Fu Jingmo straightened his spine silently. The reason he came to apologize was because of Mu Xing. Even if he died here today, he would never bow his head to his older brother.

Footsteps ceased, the man did not descend the stairs, his tall figure standing at the top of the stairwell.

His towering stature was fierce and powerful, like a king reigning supreme. Just standing there, he commanded obedience.

"Big Brother."

Fu Ci spoke first.

Fu Lingxiao put his hands in his jeans pockets, his expression cold as he said, "You go back, Fu Jingmo stay."

"We're in this together, I can't leave my brother here alone to face the consequences. He hurt Mu Xing, and we owe him an apology."

Fu Ci spoke calmly and collectedly, then pulled out a gun from her bag. She fired a shot at Fu Jingmo's shoulder and then pointed the gun at herself.

"Little Ci!"

Fu Jingmo hurriedly reached out to snatch the gun from her hand.

Fu Ci had already pulled the trigger before him.

"Bang!"

A bullet pierced through flesh, yet Fu Ci didn't even furrow her brow. Looking at the emotionless man in her eyes, she raised her gun and was about to continue firing at Fu Jingmo and herself.

Seeing this, Fu Jingmo immediately pressed down on her hand.

Fu Ci signaled with her eyes for him to let go.

Fu Jingmo knew Fu Ci did this to save his life, but he couldn't save his own life by letting his sister gamble her life.

He forcefully wrested the gun, gripping it tightly. He said to Fu Ci, "You go back."

"I said, I can't go back alone."

Fu Ci's expression was cold, standing still at the spot, looking at the man at the foot of the stairs. "Since Big Brother insists that we have to pay with our lives to appease him, I offer my life to you. Please, Big Brother, let my brother go."

"What I want is Fu Jingmo's life. If you want to die with him, I don't mind."

A man's icy voice echoed, every word dripping with killing intent.

Clearly, even if Fu Ci paid with his own life, he wasn't going to let Fu Jingmo off.

Fu Ci didn't believe that her elder brother would be so cold-hearted. She grabbed Fu Jingmo's hand, putting the gun to her own heart, making a last gamble.

Wu Guanjia, who was hiding in the corner, felt his heart skip a beat. If something really happened, how could Old Madam bear it!

He was about to go out and persuade the young master, when a sudden voice stopped him, “Stop.”

Fu Jingmo and Fu Ci simultaneously raised their heads to look.

A young girl walked out gracefully from the corner. Her fair face, unadorned with makeup, was exquisitely beautiful. She wore a limited-edition French black silk gown, elegant as a princess.

Fu Jingmo's long and narrow eyes flashed with a glimmer.

She could amaze him anytime, anywhere. Only a girl like that was worthy of him risking his life to win her over.

While Fu Ci's heart was set, she knew that a turning point had arrived.

Mu Xing ignored the looks Fu Jingmo and Fu Ci gave her, walked to Fu Lingxiao's side, and took his arm, "Little Uncle."

Fu Lingxiao reached out and touched her cheek, gently pinching it. "Be good, go back to the room."

"Uncle, please come back to the room with me."

Mu Xing rested her chin on the man's arm and acted coquettishly towards him.

Fu Lingxiao wouldn't know her intention, would he He had also given Fu Jingmo several chances. It was his own doing that led to this, he couldn't blame anyone else.

"Baby, go home first. I'll be there soon."

"No, let's go together."

Mu Xing tiptoed closer to him and whispered softly in his ear, "Uncle Xiao, I really want to kiss you right now. Shall we go back to the room"

A warm breath brushed past his ear, Fu Lingxiao only felt a tingling sensation at the roots of his ears, his voice hoarse, unable to refuse.

He reached out to embrace Mu Xing's slender waist, but the little girl suddenly let go of him. "Little uncle, wait for me here for a moment, I'll be right back."

Mu Xing stepped down the stairs and walked towards Fu Jingmo.

Her breathtaking beauty was now icy cold, the warmth and tenderness she had just shown her elder brother vanished without a trace. The immense difference left Fu Jingmo with a thought of destruction.

Kill Mu Xing!

He can't have it, and neither can his big brother!

Brother will be in more pain than him!

Kill her!

The thought raged in his mind, watching the petite figure getting closer and closer, Fu Jingmo's hand clutching the gun tightened relentlessly, veins throbbing on his arm.

One shot!

Just one shot!

That'll make the big brother writhe in pain!

When the girl stood a short distance away, gazing at him, her clear and bright eyes reflected only his solitary figure. That crazy thought suddenly vanished.

He was reluctant.

Kill her, and Big Brother will be heartbroken.

Where else could he possibly go to be better off

The finger on the trigger slowly relaxed, yet several silver needles silently pierced his body.

The drug powder he had inhaled earlier was unexpectedly activated.

Fu Jingmo only felt his whole body go soft, then he fell to the ground. Immediately after, a sharp pain surged through his entire body, piercing into his bones.

It's as if my whole being is about to be torn apart.

Mu Xing's icy gaze swept over Fu Jingmo, who was huddled on the ground, shivering in pain. She said to Fu Ci, "Let's go."

Thank you.

Fu Ci helped Fu Jingmo up from the ground and quickly supported him to leave.

Mu Xing ran up the stairs, her skirt swishing behind her. She hooked her arms around the man's neck and kissed him on the chin. "Little Uncle, I have to go back to my room and finish my work."

She turned to run, but was pulled back by the man and held in his arms. "Just now, which little thing said that they particularly wanted to kiss me, hmm"

Mu Xing reached out and poked the man's chin, "I already kissed you."

Little scoundrel.

Fu Lingxiao caught her hand, placing it by his lips for a kiss. His expression was solemn as he said, "My love, those who deserve death don't deserve mercy."

"I remember."

Mu Xing obediently replied.

She understood clearly that her uncle was avenging the gunshot she had suffered.

He hurt her, but she wasn't very angry. But hurting Shen Lue’s brother, he deserved to die.

She didn't want to plead for him at all, but he was related to Fu Ci as her uncle's family member.

If they die here, how will Uncle explain it to Grandma How will he explain it to his uncles

Uncle already feels lonely enough, she doesn't want him to be abandoned by everyone because of her.

And she also gave Fu Jingmo a lesson in her own way.

For the rest of his days, Fu Jingmo would be tormented by excruciating pain, a suffering worse than death.is thin lips against her soft lip.Hugging her tightly, he let her feel his presence.Mu Xing's eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly at the face so close to hers. Finally, she saw her little uncle....