Simon looked at Raun Jenkins playfully.

Lawn Jenkins was furious, he stepped forward to start, and raised his fist to hit Simon. But Hardy grabbed him.

"Let go of me, let me go, I'm going to teach this kid a lesson."

"Mr. Hardy, let him go. He doesn't have the guts to do it. This guy is a coward hiding behind his family." Simon sneered.

"Hardy, let me go, I won't do it." Lawn Jenkins suddenly regained his composure.

Hardy frowned.

"I'm serious, he's an elite knight, I'm not stupid." Ron Jenkins laughed.

Hardy just gave it away. He straightened his clothes, walked to Simon, and chuckled: "Just now you said that you deliberately angered me and wanted me to do it first, and then do it. It's a pity that you didn't succeed."

Simon frowned, it was true. If you anger Lawn Jenkins and then lead him to do it, you can fight back. Although you can't kill him, you can teach him a lesson.

"It doesn't matter, sooner or later." Simon said indifferently.

"You won't have a chance, and I won't give you a chance."

"I don't need you to give me a chance."

The two were fighting against each other, and Hardy had a headache when he stood on the side. His original intention tonight was to let Simon give up his grievances. He didn't expect Simon to be indifferent in the face of so much money and treasures.

It seemed that his hatred for Lawn was hard to eradicate.

"By the way, I remember that a few months ago, you seemed to be shot, right?" Simon laughed suddenly.

Lawn Jenkins' face sank instantly, and that incident was a shadow to him.

"I'm not sure you're worried." Lawn Jenkins snorted coldly.

"Worry? Hehehe, you think too much. I just want to tell you that maybe the person who shot you will show up again, you have to hide, and let him get a chance, it's not as simple as shooting." Simon Haha laughed.

Lawn Jenkins' face was ashen: "What do you mean?"

"You have done too many bad things, maybe even the **** of death can't stand it, and is ready to take you to where you should go."

"Okay, let me tell you one more thing, I feel sick. Mr. Hardy, I'll take my leave."

"I'll take you off, Simon." Hardy took Simon out of the office and kept Simon to the steam car.

"Simon, there is no way to solve this matter?" Hardy asked reluctantly.

Simon didn't answer, and suddenly asked a question: "Mr. Hardy, do you think human life is valuable?"

"Life is priceless." Hardy said righteously.

Simon shook his head: "Do you really think so, I don't think so."

Hardy frowned.

Simon took out a humidor from his pocket, pulled out a cigar, and handed it to Hardy: "Do you want to smoke?"

Hardy took the cigar, Simon took one, struck a match, and lit the two of them.

Simon took a hard sip, exhaled a large mouthful of smoke, and said slowly: "Life is not worth much in this world. I have been to Xiacheng District, and some people can kill for a few dollars. I have a deep understanding of this. I believe that Mr. Hardy should also feel deeply."

Hardy was silent.

"Someone killed the Nancy family to get revenge on me, killed the Simpsons to frame me. The Simpsons died because of me, and I'm sorry for that, but not angry enough to kill.

If he just killed the Simpsons, the best I can do is find the killer and take it to the law, and of course I'll accept the end result whether I'm happy with it or not.

But he killed the Nancy family and touched my bottom line, which I cannot tolerate.

In this comparison, the lives of the Simpsons are not as important to me as the Nancys.

Mr. Hardy, what I said is a bit messy, do you know what I mean? "

Hardy nodded. "I totally understand."

"It's easy to talk to smart people, well, it's time for me to go back." Simon smiled.

"Simon, this matter does have a result, isn't it? It's not good for anyone to make too much trouble. How do you want to solve it, you bring it up."

"The Nancy family didn't have a funeral, you know?"

Simon jumped to another topic again, and Hardy couldn't keep up with Simon's jumping thinking.

"I don't know. If there is a funeral, please let me know. I really want to go and worship."

"It can't be held for the time being, because there is one less sacrifice."

"What sacrifice?"

"The murderer's head."

Hardy's face changed.

"If you want to solve this matter, you must send the murderer's head." Simon said solemnly.

Hardy was silent because he felt Simon's determination.

"By the way, Mr. Hardy, I think, you should not interact with him, so as not to be implicated by him. Goodbye, Mr. Hardy." The steam car started and slowly left the villa.

Hardy frowned as he looked at the steam car leaving, and his head hurt.

At this time, Lawn Jenkins came out and said gloomily: "This Simon Gust, he really doesn't know what to do, isn't he a magician, he really treats himself as a character, and doesn't even have your face give."

Hardy was very helpless after hearing this, sighed and said, "Laun, if the Nancy family's business is really your doing, I suggest you stay at home during this time~lightnovelpub.net~ and don't think about going out. If you didn't do it, find a way to prove it."

Lauren Jenkins was stunned for a moment, and hummed: "You think I Jenkins will be afraid of him as a magician?"

"This is a suggestion I give you, a very solemn suggestion."

"Do you know something?" Raun Jenkins asked with a frown.

"If Simon doesn't have the confidence, would he dare to challenge your family?" Hardy asked back. Simon's secret has been known to a very small number of people in the mayor's faction until now. Tell Lauren Jenkins.

Lauren Jenkins had a gloomy face and did not speak.

"Hardy, now it's not a question of whether he can trouble me, it's a question of whether I can trouble him." Ron Jenkins' eyes became gloomy.

"Huh?" Hardy frowned.

"The guy just mentioned my shooting, and I thought about some issues." Ron Jenkins covered his waist, where the shooting took place.

"I wounded his dog with a gun before and that dog was wounded in exactly the same location as mine."

"So you suspect it was him?"

"Even if it's not that, it has nothing to do with him. I have to check it out. If it really has something to do with him, hum..." There was murderous light in Lawn Jenkins' eyes.

"Laun, don't you think it's a big deal?" Hardy rubbed his temples and had a headache.

"As long as it is determined that he is the murderer who shot me, this matter can also be resolved, right? After all, my life is much more valuable than that family of pariahs," said Lawn Jenkins.