Han Zaixing sat on the sofa and looked at the person sitting opposite him.

The suit jacket was taken off, and the man wearing a shirt and trousers was sitting there, with his legs crossed and his body naturally leaning on the sofa, just like a few years ago.

Zhan Lian has not changed. He was the same as he was before and he is still the same now.

But upon closer inspection, Zhan Lianshi seems to have changed again.

Becoming a stranger, becoming not the person you know and understand.

When Han Zaixing looked at Zhan Lian, his gaze was direct and cold, piercing Zhan Lian's eyes.

At this moment, no, since two years ago, this person was no longer his uncle.

He is his enemy.

The enemy he wants to destroy.

Zhan Lianshi looked at Han Zaixing. As quiet as the night outside was, Zhan Lianshi's eyes were so quiet at this moment.

He sat there, making no sound or moving, and his presence occupied everything here.

It seems that he is the master here.

"We have a sure chance of victory."

Han Zaixing spoke, his voice unusually calm.

Zhan Lianshi said nothing. He looked into Han Zaixing's eyes without moving.

"You think like this, she belongs to you."

"When Zhan Lian was with you, she didn't belong to you. From the moment you abandoned her, it was over for you."

The coldness in Han Zaixing's eyes was frozen, and frost was like mist, constantly spreading out of his eyes.

This is hatred, anger, and murderous intent that has been accumulated for a long time and is difficult to release.

More than a year, more than a year in total, what Han can endure until now is already the limit of Han Xingxing.

"What? Don't speak?"

"Oh, I forgot, you hid her very well, I couldn't find her."

"But, Zhan Lianshi..."

"She's dead."

Han Zaixing's expression suddenly changed, and he froze there. When his eyes were fixed on Zhan Lian, the things in his eyes were cracking and collapsing.

"What did you say."

"Forget her."

The cracked thing in Han Zaixing's eyes recovered in the blink of an eye, like a copper wall, indestructible.

"Forgot? I will help you?"

"Let you continue to hurt her?"

"When Zhan Lian was born, you were shameless."

Han Zaixing clenched his hands into fists, and his tendons and joints bulged.

His eyes turned red, and the anger and hatred in them made his whole body tense up.

It seems that he will stop in the next second.

Zhan Lianshi was sitting there, his body as before, not moving at all.

He looked at Han Zaixing and said, "She is dead, there is nothing you can do anymore."

"Bang--!"

"ah!"

"Okay!"

Zhan Le ran in and hugged Han Zaixing. When Zhan Wenshu also supported Zhan Lian, his eyes turned red and Han Zaixing lost his mind.

"You go first."

Zhan Wenshu said to Zhan Lianshi, who was slightly bent and wiping the corner of his mouth.

Zhan Lianshi looked at the blood on his hands. Under the light, the red blood shone.

He turned around, took his suit jacket, and left the villa.

But as soon as he turned around, Han Zaixing pushed Zhan Le away and went to catch Zhan Lianshi.

Zhan Wenshu quickly stood in front of Han Zaixing, "Zai Xing, you are crazy!"

Han Zaixing pushed Zhan Wenshu away as if he were pushing Zhan Le away, without any scruples.

Seeing that Zhan Wenshu was about to fall, Zhan Lianshi stretched out his arms to support her. At the same time, he grabbed the hand that was grabbing at him.

Han Zaixing was controlled by this hand and could not move. His eyes were about to burst, and he hit Zhan Lianshi with his other hand.

Zhan Lianshi moved slightly, blocking Zhan Wenshu from behind. He grabbed Han Zaixing's other hand. Han Zaixing turned his hand very quickly and pushed his elbow towards Zhan Lianshi.

Zhan Lianshi turned sideways to avoid this attack, and with a quick movement of his hand, Han Zaixing's hand was twisted behind his back.

However, the moment Han Zaixing twisted his hand, he twisted his body and attacked Zhan Lianshi again with his elbow.

But this time, his legs followed suit.

Zhan Le was pushed to the sofa by Han Zaixing. She felt dizzy and was confused for a few seconds.

But soon, Zhan Le saw the two people fighting together, and she quickly stood up, "Okay, stop it!"

Zhan Le wanted to stop her, but Zhan Wenshu came over and stopped her, "Don't go there."

Zhan Wenshu looked at the two of them, frowning.

The two looked like they were fighting, but it was obvious that one was attacking and the other was blocking.

So now, they can't go.

"Auntie, I want to stop them."

Zhan Le was anxious, her eyes and face were filled with distress.

How could these two people fight?

They can't fight.

Zhan Le wanted to break away from Zhan Wenshu and go to catch Han Zaixing. Zhan Wenshu hugged her tightly and said, "Lele, if Zaixing is irrational, don't you think you are irrational too?"

If the two of them go, they will only get hurt.

"But aunt..."

"Let them fight!"

She could finally tell that the calmness of the day had reached its limit.

He needs to vent and be released.

If not, he might do something more extreme.

Zhan Le burst into tears.

She wanted to stop it, she didn't want to see Zhan Lianshi and Han Zaixing like this.

In no mood.

However, as Zhan Wenshu said, letting them fight may not be a bad thing.

At least, the two of them are now under their noses.

Clang——!

Snap——!

Things on the coffee table fell, the teacup broke into pieces, and Han Zaixing was pinned down on the sofa by Zhan Lianshi.

Han Zai couldn't move, but his hand was holding Zhan Lianshi's hand, and the tendons on it were climbing ferociously one by one.

From his arm, it seemed as if he was trying to climb onto Zhan Lianshi's arm and pull Zhan Lianshi into hell.

When he looked at Zhan Lian, his body twisted, but he couldn't move.

Zhan Lianshi took control of him.

"Okay!"

Zhan Le ran over and hugged Han Zaixing, "Lian Shi, please leave first. Sister, please leave first."

When Zhan Le looked at Zhan Lian with tears on his face, his eyes were pleading.

Zhan Wenshu also came over, "Lian Shi, you go back first."

Zhan Lianshi did not move. He looked at Han Zaixing, the darkness in his eyes was terrifying.

"Come at me if you have anything."
To be continued...