One person's royal painting

After returning to Wang's house, Wang Bing immediately removed the two guys who pretended to be him and Lu Huan at home.

"Although I know you two are a couple...but can you restrain yourself!"

Wang looked at the Wang family boy named Wang Heng in a bad mood and said, "You and your partner are acting a little too much."

During this period of time, Wang Bing took Lu Huan northward so that no one could see the problem, so he arranged for Wang Heng and his partner to pretend to be himself and Lu Huan at Wang's house for a period of time.

Who knew that these two people were a little involved in acting, almost making people think that Wang Bing and Lu Huanzhen came together.

"Forget it! I have worked hard for you during this time..."

Wang Bin waved his hand and said, "It's not in vain to ask you to help me. To what stage have you practiced the secret technique recently?"

"Ninth Form..." Wang Heng said.

"This is the tenth form!"

After Wang Bing wrote down the tenth form of Ju Ling's dispatch, he handed it to Wang Heng and said, "Destroy it after reading it!"

"Okay, thanks and less!"

After Wang Heng took it, he quickly looked it up, and after confirming that he had memorized the formula, a cloud of black and purple qi flames ignited in his hand and completely destroyed the paper.

Seeing this scene, Wang Bing also shook his head, the problem of the Wang family is still a bit troublesome.

Painting does not mean that everyone is talented, let alone willing to work hard.

This is also the reason why so many disciples of the Wang family want to practice Ju Ling Dispatch General.

"Oh! It's a nuisance..."

Wang Bing simply didn't want to think about it, anyway, now that the old man is in charge, the old man is more comprehensive than he thinks about this kind of thing, and he doesn't bother to worry about it.

A few days later, just as Wang Bing imagined, Feng Zhenghao was completely dumbfounded after receiving the notice from the cadres of the Tianxiahui.

His eldest son actually died in the villa. When Feng Zhenghao rushed to Feng Xianfeng, there were corpse spots on Feng Xianfeng's body.

"Who did it?"

At this moment, Feng Zhenghao finally couldn't control his own emotions, and a strange ball of Wu Qi exploded directly in the villa...

A coercion came from him, making the surrounding cadres a little breathless.

"President, we have checked the surrounding surveillance and found no suspicious persons..."

One of the members said cautiously, and took a look at Lao Hu and Yuan'er who were standing aside. These two are the cadres who take care of Feng Xianfeng!

Whether there is a problem, they should be the most clear.

At this time, Lao Hu and Yuan'er were also sweating coldly. It was the first time they had seen Feng Zhenghao get so angry after joining Tianxiahui for such a long time.

Think about it too, whose son is dead, can his father not be angry?

"It's a master!"

Fengzheng returned with arrogance, because he had been struggling in society for many years, so he didn't get overwhelmed by anger. He turned his head and asked with red eyes: "Who knows about this?"

"Just us..." Lao Hu said hastily.

"This matter... don't say anything, especially don't let Lan Fei, Sha Yan, Xing Tong, Ya Ya and others know, understand!"

Feng Zhenghao said with a trace of killing intent in his tone: "Go out! Look around..."

"Yes!"

After driving everyone out of the meeting, Feng Zhenghao's tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of his eyes. Feng Xianfeng's death hit him deeply.

This was deeper than the setbacks and blows he had received during this period. In the eyes of outsiders, Feng Zhenghao was a successful person and a hero, but it didn't mean he didn't love his children.

Swish!
After wiping off the tears, Feng Zhenghao stood up, his red eyes instantly filled with green light, and he said with murderous intent in his tone: "I'm sorry, Xianfeng... please forgive me, I will definitely find out who killed you Murderer, let him die without a place to bury him!"

call!
As Feng Zhenghao stretched out his hand, the spirit fragments scattered around began to gather towards his hand continuously.

After a while, a small black ball appeared in Feng Zhenghao's hands, and he couldn't wait to read the memory in the remaining soul.

Soon, the last scene of Feng Xianfeng's life appeared in Feng Zhenghao's mind.

In the last scene of Feng Xianfeng's life, a man appeared in front of his eyes, and the man directly pierced a long needle into Feng Xianfeng's eyebrow without saying a word.

Long needles are poisonous, Feng Zhenghao knew this when he first came here.

As Feng Xianfeng's eyes gradually became lax, he vaguely heard the man's words, "Feng Xianfeng is done, can this work?"

"No problem... There are quite a few people staring at Feng Zhenghao during this time, he has no doubts about us!" A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.

This voice sounds familiar!
Feng Zhenghao frowned, he seemed to have heard of it somewhere, just recently.

"Where are you?"

"I'm going to Feng Lanfei's residence with the president. As long as you succeed, Feng Lanfei will be even more disappointed with Feng Zhenghao after Feng Xianfeng dies!"

The man on the phone said: "At that time, Feng Lanfei may choose to leave Tianjin, and the probability of joining us will be even greater, and Ju Ling will also fall into our hands."

"That's fine..."

The assassin glanced back at Feng Xianfeng, whose breath was dissipating, and finally said: "I'll meet you after I'm done!"

……

This is the last scene in front of Feng Xianfeng.

When he heard the word "President", Feng Zhenghao instantly remembered who the man on the phone was, it was the accompanying photographer beside Qu Tong!

It's the Obsidian Club!

They also sent the future for Juling.

Feng Zhenghao's expression turned ferocious in an instant. After knowing who the murderer was, Feng Zhenghao wished he could rush directly to Yaoxing Club to kill Qu Tong, but in the end reason overcame his impulse.

He knew very well that Xiao Ren would not mess with big plans, so it might be that someone blamed Yao Xing Club.

He, Feng Zhenghao, would not be a gunman for others, since the person in his memory said he was going to contact Lan Fei...

Feng Zhenghao stood up suddenly and walked outside. When he came to the door, he looked at the members of the Tianxiahui standing on both sides. Concentrate, leave the matter behind Xian Feng to you for the time being, I'm going to visit Lan Fei!"

The current Feng Zhenghao can personally see that this person is already on the verge of going berserk, so no one will go against his thoughts at this time.

After being divided into two groups, Feng Zhenghao hurried towards Feng Lanfei.

In the car, Feng Zhenghao easily called out the monitoring of that night through his contacts.

Sure enough, after Qu Tong finished interviewing himself, he went to meet Feng Lanfei after a simple dinner.

Could it really be Qu Tong?
Feng Zhenghao believed in the last scene for a while, because it was difficult to deceive people in terms of time.

During the surveillance, the time when Qu Tong visited Feng Lanfei coincided with the time when Feng Xianfeng was killed.

Of course, he only believes [-]% of it in his heart now, and [-]% needs verification to determine who the murderer is.

Coming to Feng Lanfei's villa, Feng Zhenghao thought of Feng Xianfeng again, tears wet his eyes again.

But now, as the head of the family, he must resist!

After gently wiping away his tears, Feng Zhenghao adjusted his emotions and knocked on the door of Feng Lanfei's villa...

As for what Feng Zhenghao talked about, outsiders don't know.

In the Obsidian Club.

Qu Tong was holding a cup of coffee at this time, staring blankly at the monitor in front of him without saying a word.

After all, the matter of Feng Zhenghao's eldest son cannot be hidden from some people's eyes.

Naturally, Qu Tong also received the news. When he heard the news, Qu Tong was in a daze.

As soon as she visited Feng Lanfei on the front foot, Feng Xianfeng died on the back foot.

This is a bit of a coincidence, although it has nothing to do with her, but a bad feeling has been lingering in Qu Tong's heart.

"Could it be for me?" Qu Tong muttered to himself.

……

"Hmm... well, I see!"

Wang also hung up the phone, so far, everything is still in the script, Feng Zhenghao is naturally not the master of Haohu Lane.

If it was a good job, he wouldn't be able to be in his current position.

According to the report given by the person he hired, when Feng Zhenghao left Feng Lanfei, he took Feng Lanfei with him.

At the same time, all the outsiders of Tianxiahui were transferred back to Tianjin by Feng Zhenghao, and they didn't know what this "old man" was going to do.

"So you killed Feng Zhenghao's eldest son?" Wang Ai squinted at Wang and asked.

"That's right!"

Wang Bing nodded, he also told the old man all the story when he came back, the old man's disposition is not known to the king, if he knew such a bold idea of ​​his own, he would never let himself do it.

"I thought you took that little girl from the Lu family out for something..."

Wang Ai said calmly: "I didn't expect you to become more and more courageous."

"I can't help it, old man!"

Wang Bing said with a wry smile: "These two are the great enemies of our Wang family, we must guard against them!"

"The Great Enemy? You mean the Tianxiahui, just rely on the Tianxiahui?"

"Grandfather, based on our Wang family's background, we are not afraid of a world meeting, but the question is what about adding another Obsidian Club?"

Wang Bing said: "This Qu Tong has at least two of the Eight Miraculous Skills in his hands. Do you think we should guard against this enemy or not?"

"What did you say? Two and eight strange skills?"

Wang Ai opened his eyes in disbelief when he heard this, "Which two doors?"

"Hands-on hands and magic tricks!"

Wang Bing continued vowingly: "Ma Yuanlu, do you know that this old gentleman is the son of Ma Benzai, who had practiced all kinds of tricks back then. When we found him, the old gentleman's memory was obviously faulty, and it looked like he had been tampered with. !"

"When we all thought that this skill was completely lost..."

Wang Bing stood up, and the Tianyuan brush in his hand instantly became bigger, like a spear.

"Is this... a Magical Artifact?"

After all, Wang Ai has seen the existence of strong winds and waves, and he was amazed by the production skills when he saw this brush.

"Do you know how long it took to make this thing?"

"how long?"

"One month!"

Wang changed it back to the size of a brush, handed it to Wang Ai and said, "Do you think a magic weapon of this quality can be refined in a month?"

Wang Ai took it over and took a closer look, then said in a deep voice, "It may take a lifetime..."

"Yeah, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would feel incredible!"