The arrest of this man quickly caused a sensation in Guangyang City.
Song Zhilan was the first to receive the message.
Because this man is Song Zhilan's uncle.
When Song Zhilan was able to escape from Guangyang City, this uncle also helped a lot.
Later, Song Zhilan returned to Guangyang City and developed to where it is today. Uncle also helped a lot behind her back.
Therefore, Song Zhilan has always respected him.
Song Zhilan was also dumbfounded when she learned that her uncle was taken away by the prince.
If it were changed to something else, with her face, it would definitely be resolved.
However, now that the man is taken away by the prince, the problem is serious.
Prince, surely won't give her face!
But now Song Zhilan has no choice.
She immediately sent someone to investigate what happened.
After that, she also went out quickly and asked people to contact the prince, and she wanted to find the prince in person.
This is her uncle, no matter what, she will save him back!
As a result, the person Song Zhilan sent to find the prince didn't say a few words, and he was directly cut and seriously injured by the prince himself.
Moreover, the prince also spoke directly, no matter who interceded for this person, he would kill someone!
As a result, all the people Song Zhilan contacted were afraid to help.
Song Zhilan was almost crazy, and now that Nan Batian is not in Guangyang City, it is really impossible to suppress the prince!
In the end, without a choice, Song Zhilan could only go to the prince in person.
At this time, this message also reached Lin Mo.
Lin Mo frowned when he heard about this.
He knew that this must have been the hands and feet of the person behind the scenes.
To put it bluntly, I still want to lead him to be an enemy of the Prince.
However, Lin Mo also had no choice.
Song Zhilan helped him a lot. How could he stand by and watch Song Zhilan's affairs?
Therefore, Lin Mo drove to the Qingyun Club as soon as he got the information, he couldn't let Song Zhilan take the risk alone.
Arriving at Qingyun Club, Lin Mo found that Song Zhilan's car had already parked here.
She was one step ahead of Lin Mo.
Lin Mo didn't know what was going on with Song Zhilan now, so he didn't dare to delay, and immediately went upstairs.
At the top of the stairs, he was stopped by the prince's men.
Lin Mo said, these people just didn't let Lin Mo go up.
Lin Mo really had no choice but to stun these people and rushed up forcibly.
On the top floor, as soon as Lin Mo got out of the elevator, he heard the prince's crazy voice: "You beg me?"
"What are you, what right do you have to ask me?"
"Want me to let your uncle go?"
"Okay, you jump from here first, and I will think about it, how about letting him go?"
Lin Mo ran over quickly, and saw Song Zhilan kneeling on one knee, with blood stains on the corner of her mouth, and her injuries seemed to be serious.
The girl who had been following Song Zhilan on weekdays, as well as some of Song Zhilan's bodyguards, were all lying on the ground now, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
The prince sat on the sofa with a crazy expression on his face.
As for Song Zhilan's uncle, he was hanged upside down in the hall now, covered in blood, and his injuries were serious.
Song Zhilan gritted her teeth and said solemnly: "Prince, I don't know how my uncle offended you!"
"But he is my most important family member."
"In any case, I will keep him!"
"If you let him go, I can give you all my property!"
The prince laughed wildly: "All the property?"
"Do you think I am short of money?"
"Huh, even if you add the properties of the top ten families in Guangyang City, I won't take it seriously!"
"I tell you, anyone who insults my mother must die!"
"If you intercede for him, you must die!"
With that, the prince grabbed the dagger on the table and threw it directly at Song Zhilan: "Go to hell!"
Song Zhilan's face changed drastically, and she didn't know how to dodge.
Seeing that the dagger was stabbed in her chest, a big hand stretched out and grabbed the dagger directly, and Song Zhilan escaped! JrNovels.com