Chapter 1: May I Sit Down?

  The river was also stunned, but this was only for an instant. The next second he came back to his senses, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a flash of his body, before the opponent could react, he kicked him directly on the wrist.

  Bang!

  A gunshot rang out, but it was a middle-aged man who had been kicked and accidentally fired his gun, shooting at the ceiling.

  At the same time, the pistol also fell from the middle-aged man's body, rotated in mid-air for a moment, and was grasped by Jiang He.

  At this time, the scene had changed, and it was Jianghe's turn to point a gun at the middle-aged man.

  The black muzzle of the gun was like the scythe of the god of death, making everyone feel a strong sense of crisis.

  "You can't even hold a gun properly, and you're still playing with guns?" Jiang He sneered: "Since you like playing with guns so much, then die under my gun."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang He made a gesture and was about to fire his gun, scaring the middle-aged man's face pale.

  "Wait, you can't kill him." At this time, a slender body of jasmine suddenly blocked in front of Jiang He.

  When the Hawthorn appeared in front of the river, although she was amazed at the river's ability in her heart, she still maintained a calm expression on the surface. As someone who had experienced many things like her, facing such a situation was not something new to her, so she wouldn't feel terrified and fearful like Wang Mengfei did.

  "Why not kill?" Jiang He frowned.

  She glanced at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground behind her, a flash of cold disgust in her eyes, but still said to Jiang He: "He is my father, I hope you can let him go."

  "Haha, this is ridiculous. Is he your father? Can't I kill him? Didn't he just try to kill me a moment ago? And what's with the relationship between you two, it doesn't seem that great either. Why are you pleading for his life, wouldn't it be better if I killed him?" Jiang He sneered, he couldn't quite understand this father-daughter pair.

  "I know, but please spare him this time, consider it a debt I owe you, whatever you want, I'll make it up to you," Rose said.

  "What's wrong?" Jiang He asked, looking at Lin Xiangwei's icy face.

  Camellia saw this, and a thread of anger surged up in her heart. She had always been strong-willed, although she also knew that she was very beautiful, and many people would steal glances at her, but it was just stealing glances after all, yet no one had ever looked at her as openly as Jiang He did, which made her feel indignant.

  But precisely because Jiang He's gaze was one that no one else had ever given her, it also made her feel a little shy deep down, and her emotions became complicated.

  She naturally knew what Jianghe meant by saying this.

  But she finally nodded in agreement: "Whatever it is, just as long as you let him go."

  Jiang He heard this and slightly furrowed his brow.

  If earlier it was a bit hard to understand this father-daughter pair, now it's completely incomprehensible. How can the daughter save him with her own body after he treated her like that? What kind of plot is this, a tragic love story? Please, this is supposed to be an action-packed drama!

  However, Jianghe didn't really want to kill Violet's father. At least if he wanted to kill him, he couldn't do it so openly with Wang Mengfei standing by.

  He had just left the army with great difficulty and did not want to become a murderer so soon, being wanted by the whole city.

  Camellia looked at Jianghe's appearance, knowing that he had promised himself, and his eyes slightly moved to look at Jianghe with gratitude. Then, she suddenly turned around to face the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground.

  At this time, her temperament changed completely and was very cold.

  "You can go, this time you treated me like that, I won't hold it against you. Just now he didn't kill you, it's because I repaid the kindness of your upbringing. Although you didn't raise me in any way, I still repaid it. From now on, we will cut off all ties and owe nothing to each other. You Lin Wanliang are no longer my father, and I Lin Xiangwei am no longer your daughter. In the future, each of us will rely on our own abilities to lead our respective gangs." Xiangwei said resolutely.

  The middle-aged man, Lin Wanliang, who is also the father of Qiangwei, did not show any sadness upon hearing this. Instead, he sneered: "You stinky girl, you're so heartless. Fine, if it's going to be like that, then let's cut ties completely. Don't think you're so powerful now, but one day I'll make you regret this. We'll see if you can still say these words then."

  "I hope you can live until then."

  Lin Wanliang also fled in defeat with his Tiger Head.

  They are now really afraid of rivers and streams.