Violators Club

Chapter 114 Sit and drink tea
Chapter 112 Sit down and drink tea

The white marble railings and the marble floor under the feet, the broken shape makes people feel like an abstract painting.

Although it is an open-air environment, this is after all a super mansion worth hundreds of millions.

Guohua sat in the middle, with black ghosts next to him. Wen Zheng didn't bother himself, so he found a chair on the other side of Guohua and sat down.

There are some fruits on the chair next to it, such as oranges, apples, sliced ​​cantaloupe and so on.

Wen Zheng took out a box of cigars from his pocket, and the three of them chatted without saying a word. Wen Zheng handed the baked cigar to Guohua, but Guohua didn't smoke it, but handed it to the nigger next to him.

About seven or eight minutes passed.

Wen Zheng put the third baked cigar into his mouth, and as the unique aroma of the cigar filled his mouth, he turned to look at Guohua next to him:
"What the hell do you think Ah Xiao is doing?"

Guohua shrugged, he squinted his eyes, and looked like I didn't care about anything: "I don't know, I'm about to retire, I don't want to care, and I don't want to care about these crap things."

Wen Zheng frowned, he knew Guohua was playing dumb with him.

Among the three, Guohua is the most powerful, and he is the least likely to be attacked by the Ni family.

This made Wen Zheng very upset, but he also knew that he couldn't say anything, because Guohua was different from himself, and he had the capital to pretend to be stupid.

Of course, this is not absolute.

Taking a deep look at Guohua, with a sneer in his heart, Wen Zheng turned his head and asked the black ghost opposite:

"What about you?"

The nigger was more straightforward. Although he didn't say it clearly, there was a sense of warning in his words: "Wen Zheng, I don't know what to say, but don't forget that Gandhi is dead."

The Ni family is so powerful that they cannot be recruited or provoked.

Gandhi is a bloody example.

The nigger doesn't want anything to happen to Wen Zheng, because if something happens to him, he will be the next to die.

Wen Zheng knew exactly what the black ghost was thinking at the moment, and even understood the other party's mood at the moment.

Because the day before Gandhi was going to die, I thought the same way, but unfortunately no one listened to me, or for the immediate benefit, Guohua and the black ghost chose to ignore the danger in the future.

If possible, Wen Zheng actually hopes that everyone can get along in harmony, but is this possible?
Shaking his head, Wen Zheng sighed and expressed his worries:
"I also know that Gandhi is dead, but do you really think Ah Xiao will let that go?"

Guohua raised his brows, he must have thought of something, his eyes flashed with surprise, and the black ghost next to him who didn't understand couldn't help frowning: "Wen Zheng, what do you mean?"

Wen Zheng took a sip of his cigar, looked at the two in front of him calmly, and a stern look flashed in his eyes:
"Nigger, I just want to ask you one thing, has the murderer who killed Uncle Kun been found?"

Few of them are fools who can reach this height, even the few in front of them.

The Ni family is powerful, and with the addition of Han Chen, most of Xiangjiang is in the hands of these two.

When Gandhi was still alive before, the four people headed by him could barely confront the Ni family, but now Gandhi is dead, and most of the power after Gandhi's death was divided between the Ni family and Han Chen.

This also means that the remaining Guohua, Heigui, and Wenzheng are no longer enough to confront the Ni family.

There are two choices, one is that the well water does not violate the river water, and they live in peace with each other.

Another option is to continue to fight, but this requires a reason, just like Gandhi was attacked before. Although it is said that the police did it, in fact it was the Ni family who fueled the flames.

Coincidentally, the Ni family happened to have a reasonable reason in their hands - Ni Kun's death!

Wen Zheng knew that Ni Kun's death had nothing to do with him, but to Wen Zheng himself, it didn't matter who killed Ni Kun, what was important was that the Ni family could never say that Ni Kun killed himself.

This is also the reason why Wen Zheng panicked so much, because as long as the Ni family believes that he killed Ni Kun, he can't argue with it!

And as Wen Zheng's words fell, the black ghost's face couldn't help but change. He glanced at Guohua not far away, and his expression couldn't help but become a little more dignified:
"Wen Zheng, what do you mean..."

In the beginning, Wen Zheng was warned because the black ghost did not want Wen Zheng to die, otherwise he would be in danger if he died.

But as Wen Zheng's voice fell?

The black ghost suddenly realized a problem, because the murderer who killed Ni Kun has not been found, which means that the Ni family still has a reason to do it.

It is only natural to avenge his father, not to mention that Ni Kun is the eldest brother of the three of them.

Even if this knife can only be used once, it is a slashing knife that kills people!

But there is one thing to say, the black ghost is not afraid of this knife, first of all because he did not kill Ni Kun.

The second is because he is neither big nor small, just in the middle.What he was really worried about was that if the knife cut continued, the already unbalanced balance of power between the two sides would get out of control again, which would allow the Ni family to devour their power unscrupulously.

The fire didn't reach his own house, so the black ghost was of course not in a hurry, and even asked Wen Zheng to endure it.

But the problem now is that the fire is likely to burn to his own house. Whether it is Wen Zheng or Guohua, if either of these two is killed, he will be finished.

So niggers are in a hurry.

And the next moment, before he could finish speaking, Wen Zheng's expression on the opposite side changed, and he suddenly stood up.

Under the black ghost's puzzled eyes, Wen Zheng interrupted himself with a smile:
"Third uncle, long time no see, you still look so energetic."

The nigger's pupils shrank, and he quickly closed his mouth. He knew that the matter discussed now must not let the third brother know.

Behind him, the third uncle in a black suit walked over with a blank expression.

Even though today is the old lady's birthday, the third uncle still looks taciturn. He glanced around and raised his hand to pat Wen Zheng's shoulder:

"A Xiao is looking for you."

Wen Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and panic flashed in his eyes:
"Just me?"

Wen Zheng was planning to leave at the beginning, but when he saw the black ghost Guohua, he wanted to see if the two of them could help him. After all, three people together are more powerful than one person, and maybe they can make him feel better. The Ni family is afraid.

But what if he was called over by Ni Yongxiao alone at this moment?

Wen Zheng, who was too far away, didn't think about it, and didn't have time to think about it. After all, if he couldn't pass this hurdle, he would definitely die, but he knew that he and Guohua were the only ones in danger now.

And I am more dangerous than Guohua, because Guohua is a hard persimmon, and I am a soft persimmon.

So Ni Yongxiao's invitation made him panic, but the third uncle ignored it, and with a frown, he looked at the other party coldly:

"Ah Xiao, he..."

However, at the same time that Wen Zheng and Hei Gui's faces were uncertain, what surprised several people present was.

Guohua, who had been pretending to be stupid all the time, and who was in his favor from the situation at the scene, suddenly stood up, and he interrupted the third uncle with a smile: "I guess it must be a surprise for my sister-in-law to celebrate her birthday, Ah Xiao is so filial, How could it be possible to call you alone, you say yes, third brother."

Wen Zheng's eyes flashed with puzzlement, he didn't understand why Guohua wanted to help him, and the nigger next to him couldn't help being stunned:

"Together?"

Although he didn't know what kind of medicine Guohua was buying, Wen Zheng beside him said instinctively:
"We must be together."

The third uncle frowned, and he looked at the three people calmly. With the exchange of eyes between the two sides, the atmosphere on the scene couldn't help but become a bit more dignified, especially the third uncle's eyes, which seemed to be looking at three dead people with indifference.

But in the end, the third uncle nodded, and he withdrew his eyes:

"Okay, come with me."

The Ni family's villa is very large and luxurious.

In the coming year, when the housing price was not the craziest, there was a real estate manager who wanted to buy this house at a price of 6000 million, which is enough to show the luxury of the villa.

The place where Chen Changqing had tea with Ni Yongxiao before was only a small part of the Ni family villa.

On weekdays, the Ni family lived mainly by themselves, and most of the remaining villas were actually empty. Under the leadership of the third uncle, Guohua Wenzheng and the others were taken to a secluded private room.

The room is very quiet and elegant, it feels like a study room, but it is very spacious, and it will not look crowded if there are more than a dozen people sitting in it, but at the moment there are only two people sitting in it.

One is Ni Yongxiao, and the other is Han Chen.

As the door of the room was pushed open, Guohua, the black ghost, and Wen Zheng walked in.

Ni Yongxiao, who was sitting in front of a mahogany tea table, froze for a moment:
"Uncles, are you here?"

But soon his eyes returned to calm, pointing to the chair next to him, a refined smile appeared on Ni Yongxiao's face:
"Sit down and drink tea."

(End of this chapter)