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Chapter 59: All Dead, Where Can They Still Fake Their Own Death?

  "Why is the night so quiet? Is it that the dead are not yet departed or have they died unjustly and refuse to leave? Have they come back to life?"

  "Isn't it? Fake death?"

  "It's impossible, if they're dead, how can they come back to life?"

  Some ladies were whispering to each other, and President Qin Bo's face was almost as red as a pig's liver.

  He nodded at the guard squad in the morning, and the guards hastily raised their guns, aiming at Tie Sanjiao who was lying on the ground, ready to sweep him away.

  Better safe than sorry, it's best to eliminate it once and for all.

  He was close to Ye Mo Yuan, and that sentence had indeed come from his mouth.

  He heard it clearly.

  He was so frightened that his back broke out in a cold sweat.

  Whether it's real or fake, beat them all into a beehive first and see how they can still cheat.

  Ideals are beautiful, reality is terrible.

  The guards' guns were raised, but the triggers were not pulled.

  They just stood there like statues, posing with their guns, without making a move.

  "What are you doing? I order you to open fire." Liang Zhenhu shouted at the guard.

  "Kill him." Hong Chengtou sprang to his feet and ordered the guard beside him, "Lao Liang is too loud-mouthed and has ulterior motives, capture him."

  Everyone was frightened by Hong Chengtou's actions, and they all covered their mouths, afraid of screaming out loud.

  Ye Ye Mo also got up, holding Luo Yao's hand and gently wiping away her tears: "What are you crying about? Didn't I tell you I'm fine? You cry, my heart gets all messy."

  Qin Yixuan stood up and happened to see Luo Yao's bright red eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

  Her gaze lingered for several seconds before moving away.

  "Brother-in-law!"

  "Brother-in-law!"

  Song Yu Ru and Bai Su Su rushed up excitedly, each hugging one of Ye Mo Yuan's arms.

  Her cold gaze swept over their hands, startling them into releasing each other immediately.

  "Miss Song II! It seems you only remember the good times, not the bad ones. You're really a bit silly." Night Muye's words were directed at Song Yuru, but his eyes were fixed on Song Yuanhao, who was not far away. "The Night family falls, and the Song family will take its place? Alright, I've remembered that."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuanhao's footsteps stumbled slightly.

  Ye Moyuan continued to say to Bai Susu: "Remember, I am not your brother-in-law. If you call again, the White family will disappear in the Imperial Capital."

  Bai Susu's father was frightened and quickly pulled his daughter back while continuously apologizing to Ye Moyuan.

  The rest of them were on the side, carefully recalling their words and deeds just now, whether they had offended this first young master of the imperial capital.

  "Some people were planning to make a move on the three of us tonight, so we turned the tables on them. Unfortunately, our opponent was too cunning and pushed out a janitor and a brainless second-in-command." Night Ink stood there, speaking as if he ruled the world, "The janitor is even more innocent, having no grudges or grievances with the three of us, yet they want to use him as a scapegoat. We will not tolerate such despicable behavior. From now on, please cooperate with the guards for inspection."

  Ye Moyuan didn't say what he wanted to check, just said he wanted to check.

  One sentence brought everyone's heart to their throat.

  Qin Bo was about to intervene, but Qin Yixuan quickly walked over and pressed down on his shoulder.

  "Uncle! You'd better not add legs to a snake, or else the most suspicious person would be you." Qin Yuxuan slightly raised an eyebrow, his eyes icy and piercing, "The Qin family has been in the position of president for generations, always passing it down through the direct line. If my father hadn't died young and I wasn't so inexperienced at a young age, Uncle, how could you have possibly made a name for yourself? Knowing when to be content is what people usually do. Greedy people usually don't end up with anything good."

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