Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 393 The Death of Meng Huan (1)
It is said that the underground gambling city covers a large area, and the walls are all made of bulletproof steel plates with a thickness of eight centimeters, which are as solid as gold and unbreakable.

These are all the news they have.

But in fact, no one of them has ever entered, so it is naturally impossible to know the entrance.

What is certain is that, as the most symbolic place of the Meng family, if ordinary people want to enter, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, breaking in by force, and maybe they don't even know how to die.

"Let Uncle Qi prepare the gun." Song Wang stood there for a second, then continued to walk forward, and ordered to him without looking back, "Call Xiao Chuan, and the Banquet International will gather."

When the voice fell, Song Wang stepped into the elevator.

Zhao Qing hurriedly followed.

Song Wang's expression was stern, his peach blossom eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, they had no light, and they were as deep as the sea. He stood upright and stopped talking, and Zhao Qing didn't dare to persuade him any more.

All the way in silence, the two got into the car.

Go to Banquet International.

Halfway through the car, Song Wang sitting in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at Zhao Qing in front, picked up his mobile phone, and called Jin Yunqing.

"Hello?" Jin Yunqing on the other end of the phone was also on the way. After connecting, she smiled in a low voice and said, "Why are you calling? Is there something wrong?"

"Yeah." Song Wang responded, straight to the point, "Help me get Lihou out."

The voice was low and hoarse, slightly tired.

He only said one sentence, but Jin Yunqing noticed something was wrong.After all, in terms of Song Wang's strength, it is not difficult to get Li Hou to come out. He is always proud, so he won't be able to find him.

Secondly, his mood was different from usual, even through the phone, he could hear that he was in a bad mood.

"What's the matter with you?" Jin Yunqing thought about it, and said slowly with a teasing smile, "It's not enough to deal with the Meng family."

"I can't let go." Song Wangyan said succinctly, "I have something to do, and I don't have time to deal with him for now. The Meng family is too angry these days, and I don't want to procrastinate. You prepare, just tonight, those under the name of the Meng family Places can be sealed, and one less is one.”

"Suddenly so anxious?" Jin Yunqing sat up straighter, slightly surprised.

"En." Song Wang said another word briefly, and continued after a long while, "I'm sorry to trouble you. The old man is getting old and everything should be safe. I don't want to alarm him about this."

"What?" Jin Yunqing smiled, "What do we need to talk about?"

"No need." Song Wang also laughed softly, "That's it, I still have something to do."

When the voice fell to the ground, he hung up the phone directly, and said to Zhao Qing in front of him, "You tell Feng Ming to let him stay with the monkey at night to avenge his revenge."

"Tonight?" Zhao Qing asked without looking back, looking in the rearview mirror.

Would it be too risky...

"Just tonight," Song Wang said firmly, "there are not many places in Meng's house that are clean. After Yunqing cleans them up, let them do it. Don't say anything about the sealed ones. How many unsealed ones can be destroyed, it doesn't matter. as a result of."

Ever since Ten Colors was temporarily seized, the Meng family has been dealing with him openly and secretly.

In order to win in a stable manner, he took over the Meng family directly. During this period of time, he basically retreated without a trace, concentrating on investigating the affairs of Li Zhengyao's party.

Originally, they thought that they would take advantage of the fact that the Meng family had lost their backing in the political circle, and directly destroy those businesses by surprise, leaving them no room to breathe.

But right now, there is a fire burning in his chest, and he can't take care of many things.

Just thinking about ruining the Meng family.

He was burning with anger, Zhao Qing naturally understood, sighed in his heart, and replied: "Yes."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the two arrived at the Banquet International.

As the premier leisure and entertainment club in the capital, at night, the banquet is really lively. The dazzling light of the crystal lamp illuminates the hall on the first floor brilliantly, and the brilliance flows on the glass doors.

Zhao Qing stopped the car, followed Song Wang, and walked quickly into the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Song." The bodyguard at the door saw the two of them, and greeted them down the steps from a distance, bowing to say hello.

Song Wang kept silent with a cold face, and continued to walk in with big strides. Zhao Qing quickly followed him, raised his hand and waved at the two bodyguards as a response.

Song Wang entered the door, turned a corner, and went straight to the deepest box on the first floor.

"Brother." The two bodyguards guarding the door also stepped forward and called out respectfully. Then Song Wang slowed down and said, "Where's Uncle Qi?"

"Come here early, waiting for you inside."

Song Wang nodded, the bodyguard next to him pushed open the door, and he stepped in.

Sitting on the sofa is a middle-aged man in his 40s, of medium height, with kind eyebrows and eyes, lowering his head, wiping a pistol with a soft cloth, and looking very focused.

Hearing movement, he raised his eyes to look at him.

"Uncle Qi." Song Wang called out, didn't sit down, and directly leaned over the sofa and took a gun.

"Siqi is in Meng's dungeon?" Uncle Qi looked at his expression, thought for a while, and said cautiously, "This news is true, are you sure?"

"Not sure." Song Wang said lightly.

"Then you," Uncle Qi looked at his exquisite eyebrows and disapproved, "this matter must not be impulsive."

"I can't wait." Song Wang tried the gun and looked down at him, "You don't have to go. Zhao Qing and Xiaochuan will do it, and no one in the Meng family dares to touch me."

"But you can't meet people, why bother to startle the snakes."

"Whether you can see someone or not, you'll know when you go." Song Wang leaned over the coffee table and took a few more guns, throwing them directly to Fei Chuanyi and the others who had rushed to the side.

Six or seven people all lowered their heads and put away their guns, no one objected.

Song Wang has always been tricky and ruthless in his actions, but every time, he is basically confident and doesn't bother anyone at all. When it comes to Cheng Siqi's matter, he doesn't care about the consequences.

Uncle Qi looked at him, sighed silently, and continued: "It's no joke that Meng's underground city has been impenetrable for decades. It is impossible to bring this gun in."

"Let's go first." Song Wang glanced at him, then gave Zhao Qing who was beside him a wink, and went out first.

(End of this chapter)