Lord death is now back home novel Chapter 684

Chapter 684

In fact, Tiger had discovered the body.

Patrick Jefferson's body was there, inside.

Having followed Chris for many years, Tiger naturally understood his master's mind.

No matter what, Patrick Jefferson was John Jefferson's nephew.

Now, with his father's whereabouts unknown, learning about the death of his only male relative in the Jefferson family...

John Jefferson wouldn't be able to bear it!

Moreover, Patrick Jefferson's death was related to the Ghost Sect.

John Jefferson was just an ordinary person.

Master didn't want John Jefferson to get involved in these worldly disputes!

Thump!

Suddenly, John Jefferson knelt on the ground and began to sob loudly.

"Dad! Have you already been turned to ashes?"

"I have been unfilial, not having the chance to take care of you in your old age..."

John Jefferson cried heartbrokenly.

There was no pretense.

Even if Henry Jefferson didn't value his son,

Even if Henry Jefferson would rather live in a nursing home than stay with him,

It couldn't be denied that Henry Jefferson was his father!

And John Jefferson was a dutiful son.

Being a human child,

At this moment, he couldn't help but cry!

He couldn't help but grieve!

Esther stepped forward to comfort him, "Dad, don't be sad. Maybe Grandpa is still alive?"

"Yes, Dad! Esther is right. Without finding Grandpa's body, we can't prove he's dead!"

Chris's eyes revealed a strange color.

How could that old fox, Henry Jefferson, die so easily?

It was very likely that the old bastard was playing a game of feigning death and escaping!

But he didn't know.

What could this undying old man want to do after escaping?

"Enough!"

"You all stop talking!"

Suddenly, John Jefferson roared.

Having been the chairman of Chester Group for so long, his emotions were usually well hidden, but at this moment, he lost control!

"With such a big fire and Dad being so old, how could he possibly escape?"

"Esther, after you go back, prepare a grave for your grandfather!"

Without finding Henry Jefferson's body, they naturally couldn't hold a funeral.

But a grave still needed to be prepared!

So that...

With a steely face, Tiger asked, "Master, should I order a city-wide manhunt?"

Chris responded with a question, "Do you know how to train monkeys?"

"Huh?"

Tiger was puzzled.

"Old craftsmen who train monkeys don't subdue them all at once. Doing so, the monkey's bad nature doesn't change. Instead, they let the monkey make mistakes. Every time it makes a mistake, it's beaten to within an inch of its life. After three or five times, the monkey becomes obedient."

"People are the same as monkeys. When they overestimate themselves, they look down on everything. When they truly cause trouble and get beaten a few times, they learn how vast the world is!"

"Killing these people too easily doesn't count for much."

"I want them to despair!"

Hiss...

Tiger drew a sharp breath.

In Chris's eyes, he seemed to see the god of death who once dominated the battlefield!

Tiger knew.

Master was truly angry!

How ridiculous!

These ignorant ants had no idea what kind of terrifying existence they had provoked!

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the East Coast.

"Where are you taking me?"

Henry Jefferson couldn't help but ask.