Chapter 2495: Please, let go of Jiaer

Chapter 2495: Please, Let Jiaer Go
Duan Yuanxun's sudden counterattack could not attract Zhan Yang's slight vigilance.
He was sitting on the sofa, looking coldly at Duan Yuanxun, who didn't even frown.
Even when Duan Cheng shot and stopped Duan Yuanxun for the first time, he said in a scornful voice: "Don't stop him, let him come over ..."
He would like to see what a so-called Duan family owner who can nourish and treat, and who has been drunk with money all day long, has been emptied by the wine, what can he do.
Duan Cheng obeyed Zhan Yang's orders and retreated silently.
And looking at all these battles on the stairs on the second floor, his face was cold and calm.
Even though the owner has been tortured for a long time, he is still the one he is looking up to. In the minds of all the subordinates in Zhanyang, no one ... has the ability to hurt this man.
Duan Cheng conceded, and Duan Yuanxun's red eyes that were intercepted immediately looked at Zhan Yang.
Look down!
Zhan Yang dare to look down on him!
In the face of Zhan Yang who is still tall, but is obviously thinner, Duan Yuanxun's fear is much smaller.
He desperately told himself that the man in front of him was no longer the one who feared him in any way. He had no power, no family, no children, no health.
He is nothing!
As long as Zhan Yang can be killed, his minions have long been out of shape.
Resolutely determined, Duan Yuanxun's eyes showed a hint of yin, and he grasped the fruit knife and went straight to Zhanyang.
Duan Yuanxun rushed over without any death.
Sitting on the sofa, Zhan Yang didn't even get up.
Seeing that the dagger in Duan Yuanxun's hand was about to enter Zhanyang's chest, Duan Yuanxun, which was inserted straight forward like a steel knife, suddenly flew out.
"Bang-pong-"
Duan Yuanxun's back hit the coffee table fiercely, and brought the whole coffee table down, but before he stopped, he knocked over the sofa again before finally unloading all the strength and falling heavily in a pool of blood.
The blood on the ground was the blood that was brought into the flesh through the glass. It was the mouth that Duan Yuanxun's fruit knife stabbed in his abdomen. It was also the blood on his head when he fell to the ground.
"Husband ..."
"father……"
Both Mrs. Duan and the sisters from the Duan family watched. None of them expected that Duan Yuanxun would suddenly have a problem, not to mention that it was Duan Yuanxun who was about to kill Zhan Yang immediately before the Ming Dynasty. The person who took the murder weapon and attacked the next time was actually killed I flew to the ground.
At that moment it was too shocking, too dangerous and too fast.
So fast that they didn't see it clearly, and when Zhan Yang's long legs avoided the weapon, straightened Duan Yuanxun's chest, they saw people flying out.
Duan Yuanxun, who flew out of the way, not only knocked over the table, but also overturned the sofa, and then released all the power.
What a terrible thing ...
At the end of brain cancer, a person who has little time to live, he can actually bring a healthy adult male to such an extent.
"Husband ... husband ... how are you, don't scare me ..."
"woo woo woo woo……"
Mrs. Duan ran up and picked up Duan Yuanxun, watching Duan Yuanxun who had been bleeding through a large hole in her forehead, Mrs. Duan could not speak.
The sister Duan Jia, who was stained with blood in her skirt at this time, was scared and trembling as she hugged.
"Out of your own control."
Zhan Yang spit out these four words coldly, got up, and his wide black nightgown made his indifferent eyes more dangerous.
Seeing all of this, Duan Xiuhuizhen looked at Duan Yuanxun who was down on the ground. Suddenly, she seemed to be reacting to Zhanyang with a rush—
"Please ... Zhanyang, let Jiaer ... she knows it wrong, I know it is wrong, we all know it is wrong, please let her go and let her go!"
(End of this chapter)