The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 117 Who is the heir of the Song family?
Fang family.

"Ran?!"

Fang Ping was annoyed, "Send so many people to encircle a disabled person, how can you still let her go?"

The subordinate explained anxiously: "Patriarch, it's Ming Qi's car! We sent a hundred people to surround it with guns, but their car rushed out as if they were not afraid of death... Hundreds of bullets hit the car continuously. No scratches at all!"

Fang Ping frowned: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"A hundred people fired hundreds of bullets at once, and they couldn't even penetrate a car? Even if you want to find a reason, you don't have to be so stupid."

The subordinates made a bitter face, and promised again and again: "Master, it is true! I don't know what material the car is made of. It is unbreakable from top to bottom, and bullets can't penetrate it at all."

At that time, in order not to leave any clues, they deliberately destroyed the monitoring of that section of the road in advance, fearing that the Feng family would find evidence and find fault in the future.

Unexpectedly, the Feng family didn't guard against it, but put themselves in instead.

That subordinate also felt unbelievable... Who would have thought that an ordinary car driven by Ming Qi would have such a high defensive ability?
They were also dumbfounded when they saw it, and they couldn't argue with it now.

"Really." The suspicion in Fang Ping's eyes didn't lessen, but intensified.

The subordinate hurriedly said: "It is absolutely true, our Bailaihao brothers can all prove it!"

The other party swears, and Fang Ping accepts the intention to pursue it.

Even if they didn't catch Ming Qi in order to deal with him, they didn't need to tell such clumsy lies.

It's not a lie, it's true.

Fang Ping still had a handkerchief in his hand, coughed twice, and asked the person next to him: "Wen Ning, what do you think?"

Fang Wenning sat below and said, "The other party is probably already on guard. From this point of view, she really has a premeditated plan."

"You're right, she came prepared. She came here to avenge Ming Zhengyang." Fang Ping squeezed the handkerchief tightly with his palms, and said in a deep voice: "This time the plan failed, it's also a reminder to us." It is impossible to deal with this person by relying on the strength of one or two families alone, it seems that we really need to join forces..."

Just like dealing with Ming Zhengyang back then...

"Wen Ning," Fang Ping said, "help me contact some people."

Fang Wenning lowered her eyes: "Yes."

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"Where did Song Sibei go?"

Song Family Villa.

Song Nanfei came back from the outside, strode into the lobby, and sat down on the sofa.

The butler followed up and explained: "Master, Second Young Master left a few days ago and never came back."

Song Nanfei paused, turned his head and asked, "Never come back?"

"Yes." The butler bowed his head.

Song Nanfei raised Erlang's legs, took out the lighter, and took out another cigarette and lit it.

He took a slow breath, "Check it out for me."

"We must find out his whereabouts."

"Yes." The butler took the order and was about to leave.

"and many more."

Song Nanfei called to stop him, squinting his eyes and looking at him through the smoke: "What did you call me just now?"

The butler was startled, and hurriedly bent over in fear: "Patriarch, please spare me, Patriarch, please spare me!"

Song Nanfei flicked the cigarette ash: "Next time, you don't need your tongue."

"Go down."

"Yes!"

"..."

The lobby became quiet again.

Song Nanfei rested one hand on the sofa as if relaxing, with his long legs crossed, smoking a cigarette and squinting his eyes to enjoy it.

The hall of the Song family was completely destroyed by Feng Jin and others last time, and now all the decorations have been replaced.

The only thing that survived was the brown leather sofa that he now sat under.

Song Nanfei touched its texture, squinted his eyes, and burned the cigarette end into the sofa.

There was a hole in the leather sofa, and the edges were burnt yellow.

"Fly south."

Peng Qin came down from upstairs, looking worried.

"Mom." Song Nanfei withdrew his hand, pushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and turned his head: "How is Dad?"

Peng Qin shook her head and sighed: "The doctor said it's not very good, and the condition seems to have worsened recently."

Song Nanfei stepped forward and put his arms around her shoulders: "Mom, don't be sad."

"I'll go up and see Dad."

Peng Qin opened her mouth, "You..."

"Huh?" Song Nanfei was about to smile: "Father is seriously ill, and my son hasn't taken good care of him before bed. How can this be possible?"

Peng Qin closed her mouth, Song Nanfei turned and went upstairs.

On the long corridor, tall bodyguards in black stood all over the corridor, with headsets on their ears, 1.1 meters in length, and sealed the entire third floor so tightly that not even a mosquito could fly in.

Song Nanfei passed through the bodyguards and walked towards the innermost room.He pushed open the door, and the pungent smell of medicine came over his face.

Song Nanfei stood at the door for a while, waiting for the smell to dissipate before walking in.

"call out--"

A cup was knocked over.

Song Nanfei squeezed the handle with one hand, turned his head calmly, the glass hit the wall and shattered and fell.

"Dad." Song Nanfei shouted.

He looked around the room. The curtains in the spacious master bedroom were closed tightly, so there was no light at all.

The middle-aged man lying half-lying on the big bed was very stiff and dying.At this moment, his eyes were reddened, and he looked at his son full of outrageous anger: "You are not worthy! You are not worthy!"

"You beast! How dare you take my place! Your father is not dead yet!"

Song Nanfei pinched his fingertips, took out another cigarette and lit it, and took a deep breath: "He's not dead yet, he's dying soon."

Song Hui stretched out his hand, and his arm was covered with a thin layer of skin and flesh: "You are looking forward to this day, right! Song Nanfei, you are a white-eyed wolf! Thanks to me for raising you so big!"

"Oh, thank you for your compliment." Song Nanfei snorted, shamelessly.

"you……!"

The doctor next to him was bowing his head and arranging the medical equipment he had brought, turning a deaf ear to the conversation between the two of them.

"You go down first." Song Nanfei called the doctor to leave, then pressed the cigarette butt against the wall to extinguish it, walked to Song Hui's bed and stood, and tucked the quilt for him: "Dad, don't get excited."

"Your body is not good, if you move casually and something bad happens, won't you die?"

Song Hui didn't buy it, and waved him away: "Don't touch me!"

He was so angry that his chest heaved, and a sweet smell came out of his throat: "Song Nanfei, you have let me down so much! Are you worthy of your father! Are you worthy of me raising you for so many years!"

Song Nanfei was not annoyed when his hand was opened, but instead smiled indifferently: "Dad, do you think I care?"

Song Hui stared, full of disappointment and anger: "Do you want to be in power so much! You are my son, and after I die, the entire Song family will be yours? What are you doing in such a hurry!"

Song Nanfei looked down at him and said in a low voice, "Dad, tell me, who is the heir of the Song family?"

Song Hui was stunned, and then said: "Why would I let Song Sibei's illegitimate son be the heir? You are my eldest son, who else could it be!"

"Those equity, property, and those forces, haven't I explained to you before? How much assets can Song Sibei have, and how much assets do you have? How did I introduce you in front of those under my control?"

"My eldest son, Song Hui, the only heir! Have you forgotten all this?"

Song Nanfei smiled, but was very cold: "Song Hui, what I'm asking is,"

"Is the heir of the Song family the son of Peng Qin, or the son of that woman who died long ago?"

(End of this chapter)