Chapter 1122

They picked up the phones at the same time, and their expressions changed obviously. After looking at each other, they spoke at the same time.

"He's coming!"

"He's coming!"

"He's coming!"

Ma Feihao's face darkened, and he said in surprise, "I didn't expect him to really come. But unfortunately, except kneeling, he can't do anything. In front of Han Tiansheng, he has no room to resist."

Next, their mobile phones rang again.

The same picture appeared on their phones from different angles.

"This..."

"What is this guy doing?"

"He... he's carrying a coffin."

Ma Feihao looked at the photo on his mobile phone. He was so scared that the glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a bang.

At this time, Ma Feihao only had one feeling—his scalp was numb.

In the photo, Samuel, holding a coffin in one hand, stood outside the gate of the villa of the Hannigan family.

Ma Feihao was thirsty and his hands were trembling. He picked up a bottle of water and took a sip