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After a while, Zhang Tianhao's spirit relaxed a little, and then he looked at the four members of the He family. They were all standing beside him quietly, and even kept a dull look on their faces.

He took out a grenade from his pocket, then pulled the bolt and stuffed it directly into He Rong's hand.

"Hold on. When you count to one hundred, just let go of your hand. Do you hear me?"

"Yes!"

The dull He Rong never thought that Zhang Tianhao would ask them to commit suicide in this way, and the other two guards and servants also directly surrounded him in a circle, directly surrounding him with two grenades and eight eyes. Keep an eye on the grenade.

However, there was no expression on these people's faces, as if they were doing something insignificant.

"Ah Bing, if you drive the car out, the entire He family will probably die."

He uttered a word lightly, then looked at his gloves. A-Bing's hands that had nothing before could not help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. He glared at A-Bing and walked directly outside.

Pushing open the door, A Bing also slowly drove the car out of the He family compound.

When he closed the door and got into the car, he heard a huge explosion from the He family compound, which shook the surrounding area.

After all, the explosion power of the two Japanese grenades was quite sufficient.

The car quickly drove away from this area, and Zhang Tianhao also looked back at the He family compound not far away, with a sneer on his lips.

Originally, he was not prepared to kill him directly, but he did not expect that this He Rong wanted him dead. He failed to assassinate him three times, and even the fourth time, he never wanted to give up.

This time Song Shi targeted him because he arranged it and arranged it through Tangshan.

Not long after he left in the car, a large number of police officers appeared at the He family. These police officers rushed in and saw that the hall was like a storm blowing, with broken limbs and bones everywhere. What hell looks like on earth.

After all, four living people were blown into countless pieces, and they died without even screaming. This was also quite terrifying.

Again, such news went directly to the city government.

"What, Deputy Director He was assassinated at home, along with his servants and guards?"

"Yes, but there is news from the police that it seems to be suicide. After all, we found eight legs from it. It seems that they committed suicide. Everyone was blown into pieces and no one escaped. Passed, and there wasn’t a complete body.”

"It seems to be quite troublesome!"

"Have you checked? Has he offended anyone?"

"With Deputy Director He's personality, how could a good person offend others?" The secretary was also a little confused. After all, they didn't know who wanted Deputy Director He's life.

"However, the police department classified it as suicide!"

"Suicide, do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it. Deputy Director He cherishes his life very much. How could he be a suicidal person? I suspect there is some hidden secret that we don't know about."

"By the way, Mayor, I asked his secretary just now. His secretary said that before Deputy Director He went out, someone called him. It seemed that a person named Jiichiro Kagehira asked him to go to the Black Cafe. Meet."

"And the tone was very bad. It seemed that the other party was quite domineering."

The secretary introduced the situation again in a low voice. After all, this was the time he could find out all the information.

"Jiichiro Kagehira, is it him? How come he has contact with Deputy Director He? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be!"

The mayor also held his head and thought carefully. After all, if one thing is not handled well, it will cause conflicts with the Japanese.

"Check to see if Jiichiro Kagehira has ever been to Deputy Director He's home?"

"There is really no way to check this. After all, there is no sentry at Deputy Director He's house. Even if he went there, no one would know."

"I know, you go down first!"

He waved his hand and smiled bitterly. After all, the Japanese were involved, and this kind of thing itself was not easy to handle.

If he doesn't handle it well here, it will be even more troublesome.

He thought for a while, but couldn't think of any good solution.

…    On the other side, Zhang Tianhao returned home, with a smile flashing in his eyes.

"Master, you are back!"

Ito Ichiro looked at Zhang Tianhao, who was clean and tidy, coming back from outside. He also opened the door and said respectfully.

Zhang Tianhao looked at the time. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon. It could be said that it was quite early to come back. It was much earlier than before.

"Well, come back and have a look. By the way, has anyone come to see me?"

"Yes, Matsui-kun would like to invite you to a dance. It will be at Paramount at seven o'clock!"

"Prom, I like this. It seems I wish I had gone there earlier!"

He didn't expect that Ichiro Matsui would ask him to attend the dance, and there was a flash of doubt in his eyes. After all, in addition to drinking normally, Ichiro Matsui was also a master who never let go of rabbits when he saw them.

"Do you know what it is?"

"do not know!"

"Okay, let me rest for a while and then I'll go over and take a look!"

After thinking about it for a while, he still felt that sitting at home for a while and drinking tea was what he should do.

"By the way, Ichiro, fill up the gas in the car. Damn it, those poor guys are so fussy about filling up the gas. It's really annoying."

"Hi!"

When Ichiro heard this, he immediately responded, then turned around and started to go out to refuel Zhang Tianhao's car.

Zhang Tianhao also returned home and sat in the room, drinking tea while thinking about what to do next.

As for the gendarmerie, he has always been very busy. After all, he has found countless things for the gendarmerie.

Just when Zhang Tianhao was about to take a rest, he saw a middle-aged man coming outside the door, communicating with Ito Ichiro in Chinese.

But Ito Ichiro didn't understand the other party's words at all, and he didn't even understand why.

"Yours, wait here, I'll ask someone to listen to what you have to say."

Ito Ichiro had no choice but to run into the house to invite Xu Jie. After all, only A-Bing or the cook Xu Jie could understand Chinese and Japanese.

"Miss Xu Jie, there is a Chinese man outside. I don't understand him. Come with me to see what he wants to do!"

When he came outside the room, he said something loudly to Xu Jie inside.

"Can't understand?"

Xu Jie was also stunned, and immediately put down the things in his hands, and followed Ito Ichiro to the door.

"Miss, it's like this. I'm Tangshan. Master Jingping asked me to come here to deliver things. Is Master Jingping at home?"

"Oh, I'm here to deliver something, yes!"

Xu Jie responded immediately and translated for Itō Ichiro.

"Then you wait here, I will inform the young master."

Soon, Tang Shan was invited into Zhang Tianhao's room. At the same time, the box was also brought in and placed directly on Zhang Tianhao's table.

"Hello, Master Jingping, this is the hard-earned money you asked for, sorry to trouble you!"

Zhang Tianhao glanced at Tangshan and said calmly: "Well, that's good. I'll do my job well and I won't treat you badly. You can go back first. I'll just pretend that nothing happened. Do you understand?"

"Thank you, Master Jingping!"

After thanking him several times, he turned and left the living room, leaving only the box on the table.