Tianzihao Xiaobailian

Not long after Wang Fuxing's a7 left, the traffic on the street has been completely restored. Yang Xiujie's body has been carried away. How to arrange it is definitely not a matter of concern to the ordinary people who were lucky enough to watch the murder. Discussing on the spot, everyone felt that the deceased who looked like a child from a rich family in white was a bit unlucky, and his death was really wronged.

Street order was quickly restored, and cars came and went.

It's nothing to do with themselves. People just left after expressing their feelings about Yang Xiujie's death. Although they were afraid in their hearts, since such a thing happened, it reminded people. They couldn't help but relax a little and went home. .

In a Camry that was parked on the side of the road without any action from beginning to end, a young man in a flowered shirt squinted his eyes slightly, recalling every link just now, after a long silence, his voice was soft, and he said with a charming smile: "It's wonderful. "

Started the car, this time he didn't continue to follow Wang Fuxing's a7, he left in the opposite direction, and circled the city very cautiously, after making sure he wasn't being followed, he drove to a very ordinary house In the community, I parked the car downstairs, went straight up to the fourth floor, opened the door and walked in.

In the room, Yan Guotao, who was able to turn ups and downs in the underground society of the Yangtze River Delta, was standing in front of a row of bookshelves in the living room, his eyes were focused, and he was playing with a very delicate porcelain vase. ?”

"died."

Liang Jingyu, who has been by Yan Guotao's side for no less than five years, and has done countless dirty things for him, said softly, sitting on the sofa, her voice was almost instinctively charming, a little delicate, and before Yan Guotao asked questions, the whole process was over I said it in detail.Liang Jingyu was an expert in murder and arson, and he explained the whole process very uniquely, with a sincere admiration in his tone, which was very obvious.

After Yan Guotao listened quietly, he finally became interested. He put the objects back on the bookshelf, sat on the sofa, and said with a playful smile: "It seems that the police route must not work?"

Liang Jingyu nodded, and said with a charming smile: "The police in Huating are actually very capable, and the Criminal Investigation Brigade even has several experts, but Wang Fuxing's method of killing this time is unusual. From the beginning to the end, he used external forces. This kind of work is very difficult, but once it succeeds, it will never leave any tails, and no evidence will be found at all."

"It seems that you have a high opinion of this incident?"

Yan Guotao smiled lightly, not surprised by honor or disgrace, I have to say that he was really amazed by Wang Fuxing's plan to kill this time, but the old fox who has been walking on this road for decades has never been used to slapping him in front of his subordinates. His inner thoughts are revealed, and most of the time, he has such an unfathomable posture.

"Meticulous, cautious, seamless!"

Liang Jingyu was silent for a while, and said seriously, using several words in a row, gave this killing round a very high evaluation, but his voice is really too charming, although his expression is serious, but with his voice, it can't bring others Feeling a little heavy.

Yan Guotao smiled, his voice was hoarse, with an indescribably sinister meaning, he shrugged slightly, took out a cigarette and lit one, then took out a very old small book, opened it, and there were rows of phone numbers The number suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Yan Guotao narrowed his eyes and looked through it patiently. When he saw Chu Chengwu's name, his smile widened. He picked up a red pen and drew a bright red circle on it.

The sissy Liang Jingyu's eyes froze suddenly, and she frowned slightly. After following this old fox for nearly five years, he knew his master very well. He kept track of the phone numbers of all underworld figures in several cities in the Yangtze River Delta. As long as their identities could be revealed, their contact information would appear in this book. There were also some potential stocks that he valued more, all of which were listed.

And this old fox has a habit. Every time he plans to hit someone, he will pick up a pen and draw a striking red circle on the phone book. If a cross is added to the circle, it will prove that the person is sure to die.

It's just that he wants to touch Chu Chengwu, who has the background of the Xia family?

Liang Jingyu frowned thoughtfully.

"not understand?"

Yan Guotao said with a smile, as if he was very happy. The pen in his hand slipped down, and the name next to Chu Chengwu in the phone book was Yang Donghu, one of the big men standing at the highest place in Jinling. Yan Guotao narrowed his eyes He closed his eyes, drew a question mark behind Yang Donghu's name, raised his head, and glanced at Liang Jingyu.

Liang Jingyu nodded honestly.

Yan Guotao glanced at him. Although he has always believed that those who achieve great things do not seek the truth from others, the next thing must be dealt with by his confidant, so he did not hide it at all, and said softly: "Wang Fuxing must die, and he must die." The sooner the better."

Liang Jingyu frowned, and said in a high-pitched voice, "I'm afraid this is not what your superiors mean. If you act rashly, can you bear the consequences?"

"I won't kill him, but someone will do it for me."

Yan Guotao smiled darkly, his eyes fell on the phone book again, staring at Yang Donghu's name, he laughed loudly.

He picked up the phone, dialed Yang Donghu's number, and waited quietly under Liang Jingyu's puzzled eyes.

The call was connected quickly, and the man who called the wind and rain in Jinling called out very respectfully: "Old Yan."

"Donghu, your son had an accident in Huating. I just got the news. Come over here."

Yan Guotao said softly, still maintaining his previous strict smile, but his tone became lower.

Yang Donghu on the phone was silent for a while, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Old Yan, what's the matter, speak slowly, what's wrong with Xiu Jie?"

"died."

Yan Guotao said indifferently, his tone was flat and without fluctuation.

"Snapped."

The sound of the phone falling to the ground directly entered Yan Guotao's ears.

Yan Guotao narrowed his eyes, and his smile became more playful, listening to the sound of Yang Donghu smashing things on the phone, who became violent almost instantly, and remained calm.

After a while, the phone was picked up again. Yang Donghu, who has always been calm and vicious in Jinling, growled hoarsely, "Who is it? Old Yan, I am just such a son. Tell me, who is it? Is it Chu?" Cheng Wu?"

Yan Guotao held the phone and didn't answer the question directly, but said lightly: "Chu Chengwu has recently had a nephew and son-in-law, a very outstanding young man, and he is not usually neat and tidy in his conduct and affairs."

Jinling City.

Inside a certain villa, a middle-aged man in a wheelchair was holding the phone tightly, and tears were streaming down his face. The mahjong table that had been placed in front of him had been completely overturned in his rage. The middle-aged man lost his son. Sending people away to give away black-haired people has already made this man who has made a comeback in Jinling start to lose his mind.

Next to him, the subordinates who were playing mahjong with him all kept silent, looked at each other, and didn't dare to say a word.

Yang Donghu was short of breath, and the voice of gritting his teeth was very clear. He said softly, I know, and hung up the phone directly.

There was a dead silence in the villa, and Yang Donghu's confidantes all stared at the boss cautiously, silently, waiting for orders.

Yang Donghu closed his eyes, leaned on the wheelchair, remained silent for about 5 minutes, and then opened his eyes suddenly. The depth of the past was completely gone, and the entire eye sockets were replaced by blood red. Sitting on the wheelchair, he suddenly dropped his mobile phone on the ground. On the ground, with sharp and resentful eyes, he growled: "Choose your manpower immediately, gather a hundred good men for me, don't need any reservations, come here within an hour, let's go together, we must arrive at Huating before nine o'clock in the evening !"

The three confidantes stood up reflexively and rushed out of the villa gate.

They are not fools, they already understood what was going on after a phone call.

The young master is dead.Boss is crazy.

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Huating.

Yan Guotao's apartment.

Yan Guotao threw the phone aside, and said lightly: "Go and call the principal and ask for some good hands. Yang Donghu will definitely not endure it any longer. That's just right. When they come, put these good hands in for him." , we just sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.”

"Kill Wang Fuxing, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Liang Jingyu frowned and said, a very evil man, but his voice is too soft, and now he said these words, it seems a bit coquettish.

"It was Yang Donghu's hand. What does it matter to me? My superiors have always regarded the underground society in Huating as the meat of my mouth, and Chu Chengwu is the nail that the Xia family has supported on this site. Some people have long been dissatisfied and want to move." , but the Xia family has been dragging it there, fearing that it will be stained with blood. Now that Chu Chengwu is getting bigger and bigger, if it continues, it may threaten the overall interests of the entire Huating underground society. I just rely on Yang Donghu's help Hitting the Chu family with your hand is a meritorious service. Wang Fuxing's death was just an accident in the chaos, after all, he is a member of the Chu family, as long as he dies, everything will be easy to talk about."

Yan Guotao said calmly, turned on the TV, his face was calm.

"Wang Fuxing is not easy. If he can be drawn to his side, it will definitely be a great help."

Liang Jingyu said something.

"Help? That's raising a tiger. It's not me who wants to win Wang Fuxing, but the people above me. Why? Isn't it because I'm old? Hey, it's a relationship of mutual use. I dare not talk to the people above me." But if they want to take away my chess piece and support the new spokesperson of the underworld in the Yangtze River Delta, they still have to pass me."

Yan Guotao sneered.

Liang Jingyu remained silent, her eyes flickering.

"Wang Fuxing is still too immature. He thought that what he did was perfect, and the police had nothing to do with it? He is going to be a gangster. When did you talk about the law and evidence in this way?"

Yan Guotao sighed with emotion, stood up again, continued to study the vase on the bookshelf, and said lightly: "Go and negotiate with the principal, and say that I said it."

Liang Jingyu stood up and left.