Ou Mucen: "..."
Did she know sothing?
He held the phone, looking at the subordinate standing behind him at this mont, for a long ti, finally with a heavy expression, he hung up.
Ying Hao had been watching all along, seeing his master suddenly look at him with such eyes, couldn’t help but feel a bit strange: "Third Young Master, what’s wrong?"
Ou Mucen shook his head: "Nothing." Then his gaze fell on the man he was carrying: "That jewel, is it purple?"
Qiu Chi heard, quickly nodded: "Yes, it’s a purple jewel."
So it’s indeed that one!
Ou Mucen finally found the key point to this matter, so imdiately he asked: "Then, when Lin Yebai showed it to Ye Shen, did he say anything?"
Qiu Chi’s face turned pale, wanting to say that he really couldn’t rember, but seeing the cold murderous intent in this person’s eyes, he desperately tried to recall, and wouldn’t you know it, he really rembered sothing.
"I think I heard Lin Yebai say that the jewel was personally retrieved by Xiuning, and that only Ye Shen under the heavens could open it..."
"Ye Shen?"
"Yes, he said that. I was still very surprised at the ti, how could he ntion Ye Shen in front of the old man?"
This last sentence is the key!
In front of that old man, ntion Ye Shen?
Ou Mucen’s pupils contracted slightly, in an instant, a huge somber darkness began to swirl in his eyes like a storm approaching!
"Third Young Master?"
"Let’s go to the prison first!" He spoke coldly and left those few words behind, turning to leave.
Ying Hao, seeing this, paused for a mont, then snapped his fingers, finishing off the man he had in hand with a "click" before hurriedly following.
The person who hard Madam and the Young Madam, leaving him alive till now was already showing rcy.
All the way, the two of them left the hospital, got into the car, and sped furiously towards the direction of the prison.
An hour later, in the prison, Ou Mucen finally learned the truth behind the whole matter. Instantly, he rose from his chair, a wave of murderous intent erupted from his chest, and he turned to leave.
Ou Qichang, seeing from across, anxiously stood up as well: "Where are you going? Lin Huan is no ordinary person; he’s ruthless, cunning, able to orchestrate such a grand sche against our Ou Family — he’s not easy to deal with."
Is that so?
The young man standing at the door paused: "Then just wait and see, whether I bring his head before you, or he delivers my corpse here?"
"Mucen—"
Ou Qichang had never been so emotionally agitated, watching the young back he had brought into the world, and thinking about all he had borne for him, finally he shed tears on his aged face: "Father is sorry, Mucen, if there’s still a chance, Dad is willing to do anything to make up for you."
Yes, this matter, the most innocent is him. The grievances of the previous generation originally had nothing to do with him, but now, because of his outstanding nature, he beca the scapegoat, carrying all the sins Ou Qichang committed. What right does he have to be a father? What face could he have to face him?
Ou Qichang, for the first ti, felt such grief.
Yet, the young man standing at the door, who had once contemplated shooting him, upon hearing his words, paused for a mont, and a few indifferent words spilled from his mouth.
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