Fengyue said to her daughter, "Aqing, just live your own life well from now on. Don't worry about what other people do to you. You have to remember what mom told you."

"Fang Yao, I hope you can remember the words I told you and the promises I made to you and I. I leave it to you, Ah Qing, to treat her well."

Feng Yue knew that she had no way of turning back, but she was unwilling to face everything, and was unwilling to go to jail. She would rather die than go to jail.

I don’t want to face being criticized and insulted by everyone.

In the decades since she was in charge of the family, she has excluded dissidents and deprived many people of the family's blessings, concentrating power in the hands of the family.

Offended too many people.

The people in the clan respected her openly, but secretly wished she would die.

She is not afraid of offending people.

She could even kill the sister who raised her, so she was afraid of offending anyone.

However, she did so many things that offended others, which resulted in the fact that today the power is basically in the hands of the family. In the end, she benefited the eldest sister's descendants.

She is unwilling to do so.

So what if you don’t give in?

All of this was stolen from her.

If something that does not belong to you is stolen, it will be lost one day.

Fengyue raised her pistol and pointed it at the people below.

There were only five bullets in her pistol, and she had already knocked out three bullets and two more.

Seeing that Feng Yue's pistol was pointed at the people below again, the police shouted loudly for everyone to step back and step back again. Fortunately, the yard of the Feng family's mansion was big enough. If you step back to the very edge, you can be several hundred meters away from the house. .

Fengyue's gun is an old-fashioned one with a short range.

As long as everyone retreats far enough, she can't shoot everyone.

In addition, it was night, even if the lights in the yard were bright, it was still not as good as during the day. Fengyue was a seventy-year-old man, and his eyesight was not as good as that of young people.

Even if she stood at the highest point and fired at the people below, she might not be able to hit them.

Fengyue also knew the weakness of his pistol, and his own weakness was poor eyesight.

From a distance, she couldn't see their facial features clearly.

With only two bullets left, who can she hit? JrNovels.com