Chapter 927 I Didn't Want to Kill Him, I Was Merciful

Qin Ruan inadvertently lowered her eyes and saw the bright blood on Fu Shao's legs, her confused face changed slightly.

She opened her mouth slightly and exclaimed, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I accidentally went into trouble, are you alright?"

He said false words on his mouth, but his eyes were full of smiles. He changed his rigorous and cold temperament before he was drunk, like a bad boy who did evil.

Fu Shao didn't know whether it was anger or pain, his whole body was shaking, and he roared in grievance and anger: "I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

Qin Ruan's face was thoughtful, his head was shaking like a rattle, and he said seriously: "No, if you kill me, my third master will be sad."

She stared at Fu Shao with cold eyes, as calm as she was looking at a dead thing.

A cold air rushed into Fu Shao's heart from the soles of his feet. He didn't care who the third master of Qin Ruan's family was. He was afraid of covering his head.

An inexplicable danger swept through his body, and he felt suffocation and oppression all his life.

Fu Shao hugged his aching leg, stared at the pub thugs fiercely, and roared in a lack of confidence: "What are you still doing, arrest them for me, no matter the death or injury, I will be responsible for the accident!"

As for him, after roaring and dragging his injured leg, he crawled to the corner of the sofa awkwardly.

It's terrible, how can there be such a terrible woman, being looked at by the other side is like being stared at by a poisonous snake.

He grew up so big, and he had never seen such a woman before, which made him seem to smell the breath of death.

The thugs in the tavern approached Qin Ruan, all with vigilance on their faces, and a fierce light was released from the bottom of their eyes.

The secret guards of the Huo family immediately rushed in front of Qin Ruan, their eyes were sharp, their bodies were full of murderous intent, and the bloody aura also spread.

They all came out of the mountains of swords and the sea of ​​​​fire, and the blood on their hands has been stained. How can these thugs be compared.

The war was about to break out, and the tense atmosphere of the confrontation made the few people around them dare not even breathe.

Huo Zhi glanced at everyone with a contemptuous expression: "Whoever dares to hurt my wife today, don't even think about going out of this door!"

Even though there are only a few of them, the suffocating aura surging around them is powerful enough to shock people.

The thugs in the tavern couldn't stop shrinking, but with Fu Shao on the side, they couldn't shrink even if they didn't want to, they could only bite the bullet.

The two sides soon started fighting.

To be correct, it should be the three secret guards of the Huo family and Huo Zhi, who unilaterally beat the thugs in the tavern.

A man dressed in black quietly joined the battle, punching and kicking the thugs in the tavern.

Within a few minutes, the thugs were thrown to the ground by Huo Zhi and several others, and they could not get up again.

The companions who were with Fu Shao tonight wanted to run away when they saw this scene.

"Ziqiu!"

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded.

A large number of people broke in from outside the tavern, and it was estimated that there were twenty or thirty people.

The middle-aged man at the head saw Fu Shao huddled in the corner of the sofa, hugging his injured leg like a poor little boy who was bullied badly.

The approaching person walked past the pub thug who collapsed on the ground in a comical manner, and rushed in front of Fu Shao.

Fu Ziqiu hugged the middle-aged man and cried loudly, "Dad! Why did you come here! I'm about to be beaten to death!"

That miserable cry made those who didn't know the inside story cry.

Qin Ruan leaned on the pillar beside him, hiccups, his eyes drooped, and he looked at the picture of the Fu family embracing each other tightly.

Seeing her bewildered look, Huo Zhi stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Madam, give me the gun."

She looked at the lady holding the weapon, her heart was up and down, for fear that she would accidentally go wrong.

Qin Ruan didn't say a word, and threw the weapon in Huo Zhi's arms.

She glanced sideways at the pile of empty wine bottles on the table, quickly picked up a half bottle of wine with sharp eyes, raised her hand and shoved the wine bottle to her open mouth.

As soon as she tasted the wine, a roar shocked the bottle in her hand and almost threw it out.

"Who? Who hurt my son?!!"

Fu Kun hugged Fu Ziqiu tightly, and when he saw the wound on his son's leg, he roared and angered like a dying lion.

Qin Ruan swallowed the wine in his mouth and shook the bottle in his hand.

"Well, this unfilial son of your family thought he lived too long and hit my gun. I didn't kill him, I was merciful."

She speaks clearly and doesn't look like a drunk person at all.

Huo Zhi, who was standing by the side, couldn't tell if she was really drunk at this time.

Fu Kun's eyes were sharp and fierce, and he looked Qin Ruan up and down: "If my son has three strengths and two weaknesses, I want your family to be in peace!"

Qin Ruan tutted softly and shook his head in distress.

Carrying the wine bottle, she walked unsteadily to Fu Kun.

The other party sat on the ground and hugged Fu Ziqiu, looking at Qin Ruan with an indescribably cold gaze, the other party was probably in the top position for a long time, surrounded by a faint majesty.

Qin Ruan gestured the wine bottle to Fu Kun's head twice, as if thinking about how to start.

She said lightly and lightly: "Is it bad to live?"

It seems like a sigh, like anguish, and it seems to be thinking about the other party.

Qin Ruan raised her feet and stepped on Fu Ziqiu's injured leg.

The latter immediately screamed: "Ahhhh!! Pain! Pain—"

Fu Kun felt distressed, he stretched out his hand to push Qin Ruan's body, and before his hand touched anyone, he was subdued by Huo Zhi, who was fast.

"Hold your hands!"

Being suppressed like this, Fu Kun got angry and turned to look at the bodyguard he brought: "What are you still doing, arrest them for me!"

"Mr. Fu, I advise you not to act rashly!"

A familiar and cold voice sounded from behind the Fu family bodyguard.

The people brought by Huo Qi opened a path and let him slowly walk into everyone's sight.

The thugs lying on the ground were afraid of being affected and had already crawled aside to rest. The alcohol and blood on the ground were evidence of the previous chaos.

Huo Qi lowered his eyes and glanced at the messy ground, then raised his eyes to focus on Fu Kun, who was controlled by Huo Zhi.

In the past, when he saw this person, he would greet him respectfully. Today, watching this scene, the two families will have toss in Haicheng in the future.

Seeing Huo Qi, Fu Kun sneered: "It's you, why? You want to protect these people who hurt my son?" There was a threat in his words.

Huo Qi's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion: "Don't say they hurt your son, even if they kill him, you have to accept your fate!"

He took off his coat and walked towards Qin Ruan.

Fu Kun's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression cold and cruel: "What do you mean?"

Huo Qi kept walking in front of Qin Ruan, and went straight to Wu Fan, who was slumped on the sofa with a wine bottle in his hand.

He put the coat in his hand on her, and waved to Awen who was standing in the crowd.

Awen stepped forward: "Seven young masters?"

Huo Qi said, "Take Miss Wu to the car and be careful not to bump into it."

"Yes--"

Awen stepped forward, hugged Wu Fan, who was unconscious from drinking, in his arms, and walked outside the door of the tavern.

Fu Kun ordered in a deep voice: "Stop me! If the problem of my son's injury is not solved, no one should even think about stepping out of here today!"