Chapter 397 (1/2)
Chapter 397: Chapter 397: He knows Kung Fu!
Author: Filthy MACHINE TRANSLATION
This so-called empty s.p.a.ce was meant for storing miscellaneous items. There was a mountain behind it, so there was no surveillance camera. The s.p.a.ce was not big, and it was about the size of a small basketball court.
When they arrived at the empty s.p.a.ce, they blocked all the possible escape routes.
Mu Aonan held the stick in his hand. His eyes turned dark as he said in a low voice, “Ling Jue, do you know that my cousin is dead?” 2
Ling Jue glanced at them indifferently. There was contempt in her eyes. Then, she looked at Mu Aonan and sneered. “Yes.” 2
Mu Aonan raised his head and glared at her fiercely. “Then, do you know that you’re the one who killed my cousin?” 2
He felt a great pain in his heart when he saw his grandparents dying and his aunt leaving their hometown!
His aunt was the one who loved him the most back then.
Now that his aunt’s only daughter was killed by Ling Jue, Mu Aonan hated Ling Jue more than a little.
Now he could finally avenge his cousin! 2
‘Cousin, I’ll definitely teach Ling Jue a lesson while you’re in heaven’s eye!’ 2
“Oh? Did I give her poison?” Ling Jue raised an eyebrow. Mu Aonan was really funny. 2
He was indeed a child who only knew how to listen to the adults’ discussions. 2
Did he not know that his father and uncle had both been beaten up by her? 2
Two adults. One of them was a soldier, but he could not beat her up. 2
This bunch of brats still wanted to fight her, Lord Jue? 2
One against ten. How interesting. 2
Mu Aonan took a step forward and glared at Ling Jue fiercely. His eyes seemed to be poisoned. “Ling Jue, don’t think that I don’t know that you’ve been bullying my cousin when she was at home. If it weren’t for my aunt stopping you, you would have been beaten to a pulp by me a long time ago. The last time I let you fall into the pond was just to teach you a small lesson. You bullied my cousin and even caused her death. I won’t let you off today!” 2
“Hehe, your tone is so harsh. You must be a dung beetle.” Ling Jue sneered and stared at him coldly. She recalled the first time she saw Mu Aonan. 2
It was still January at that time. The weather was cold, so he pushed Ling Jue into the garden pond in the neighborhood.
She was sick for three months straight, and her colds were intermittent. At that time, Ling Zhensheng was eager to stay away from her because Mu Xueling said that she might have an infectious disease, so he almost isolated her. 2