Mr. Fu was not polite at all. He looked at Ye Xinhuo coldly and said in a sequel: "As many years, I have done so much for the Luo family, and what has he done to me!"

"Old Fu, you are not an impulsive person."

Ye Xinhuo had no emotional fluctuations and glanced at Mr. Fu, "The consequences of impulsiveness, you had tried it more than 20 years ago."

Mr. Fu sneered, looked at the teacup on the table, gently picked it up, and fell directly to the ground.

Of course he remembered what happened more than 20 years ago clearly!

He will never forget it in his life!

He chose to be a dog for the Luo family and earn huge amounts of money for them in Tianhai Province. This was his choice and the choice he had to make.

But what about now?

When will the Luo family fulfill the conditions agreed upon back then?

"I respect the head of the family for this cup of tea."

Mr. Fu poured the tea on the ground, like to toasting the dead.

Ye Xinhuo frowned.

Mr. Fu is a traitor!

"From today on, I have no relationship with the Luo family,"

Mr. Fu said, "The grudges and grudges are clear, so I will not hand over this Tianhai Provincial Capital."

Ye Xinhuo frowned even more.

He put down the teacup, and was a little heavy, staring at Mr. Fu, his tone became much colder.

"Have you considered it clearly?"

A strong murderous intent flashed in Ye Xinhuo's eyes.

"Do you think that a broken sword can save your life?"

If Mr. Fu cooperated with him, he would save a lot of trouble, but Mr. Fu's life would not be left behind.

He knew it, and Mr. Fu knew it even more!

Mr. Fu suddenly laughed.

"There is no place in the provincial capital."

He said directly, "If you want to kill me, then kill me, but I will still not hand over this provincial capital. The Luo family wants to fight it again!"

The price this has to be paid is not very high.

Mr. Fu is really cruel.

Ye Xinhuo's pupils contract, is the remnant sword not in the provincial capital?

Then where did he go?

I have to say that the only thing he needs to consider is the Jianjian. This sword king, who is nearly 50 years old, is still the ultimate master in martial arts even if he only has a broken sword!

"I have handled all the relevant account books. If I die, these things will naturally surface. After the Luo family has been making money for so many years, should it be time for them to spit out some?"

Mr. Fu smiled more relaxed.

"You are seeking death!"

"I'm the damn person,"

Mr. Fu didn't care, "People like me will not have a good ending, but the Luo family... will definitely pay the price!"

As he was talking, a slightly dark blood flowed from Mr. Fu's nostrils.

Ye Xinhuo was shocked and immediately bounced up, looking at Mr. Fu vigilantly.

"Your tea is poisonous?"

Ye Xinhuo's face turned slightly pale. He had prepared for it and didn't really drink it.

Even though Mr. Fu was drinking the same pot of tea with him, he remained alert.

Ye Xinhuo would never have thought that Mr. Fu was so decisive that he used his life to design and harm him!

The blood in Mr. Fu's nostrils was flowing more and more, and even the corners of his mouth were covered with blood.

He coughed violently, and opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he still sat straight, like a pine tree, and he never wanted to accept his old age.

"What a pity, I couldn't kill you."

The smile on Mr. Fu's face gradually became shrill, "Ye Xinhuo, of course, my wife is just dead in your hands... I can't avenge this revenge."

"Where is the remnant sword!"

Ye Xinhuo roared angrily.

What he is most worried about now is the remnant sword!

If this terrifying swordsman is hiding in the dark, it will be troublesome.

"He...he went north."

A hint of cunning and coldness appeared at the corner of Mr. Fu's mouth, and then he disappeared, as if a statue was fixed there and no longer moved.
Chapter completed!