Metropolis Super Mercenary King

Duanmu frowned, as if thinking about the real possibility of Meng Qinghu's words. After a while, Duanmu said: "boss, I don't think it should be. If Fang Hao is a member of a military family, how can he retire from the army? His skill is so good that he must have been trained for a long time. In this way, Fang Hao must be able to bear hardships. Since such a person goes to work as a soldier, his family will certainly support him and make remarkable achievements. But now, Fang Hao is only a senior manager of the cloud group. A few months ago, he was only a security guard. I really don't believe such a person if he is a descendant of a family. "

"There is some truth in what you said, but there is no absolute truth in the world. What's the explanation of those mysterious people around Fang Hao? "Meng Qinghu frowned slightly.

"Maybe Fang Hao has some influence in other places, but I'm afraid it is also limited. Otherwise, if he really has great power, why should he work for the Yunshi group?" Duanmu one is very confident of plundering a goat Hu.

Meng Qinghu shook his head and said: "it makes sense. However, Fang Hao's reputation on Zhonghai road is too great. If he comes back, we will be in a bad situation. There are people in mengqinghu City, and there are literati. So what we will be competing for is manpower. Once Fang Hao appears again, we will be very difficult to beat down the Qingyi Association."

"The boss is worried, but we have no way now."

"I have to wait."

At this time, Meng Qinghu's mobile phone rang, picked up a look, quickly connected, with a smile hehe way: "is nine brother ah, brother, I miss you very much."

"Don't talk nonsense. I just got a message that is very important to you, so I called you in a hurry." Ying Jiu laughs.

"What's the news?" Meng Qinghu has a positive look.

"Don't you want to know if Fang Hao is dead? Ha ha, your brother is lucky. Just now I received the news that a corpse was found in the police station. Although his face was bitten by old Su, he couldn't see clearly. However, the president of Yun's group, the bodyguards of Fang Hao, and some people familiar with Fang Hao all went to see it. The scene was really unforgettable. Many people cried, and Fang Hao's bodyguard cried the saddest, the body of the body It is indeed Fang Hao's

"Really?" Meng Qinghu's face is ecstatic, which is undoubtedly a great good news for him. He was worried that Fang Hao didn't die and came back again, which would be bad for him. But now, don't worry!

"Of course, it's true. The police have issued a notice, and Fang Hao's acquaintances all nodded. It should be true, especially since the body died of highly toxic drugs. We all know that Fang Hao disappeared after being poisoned." Although this matter won no matter how big a thing, but it can make Meng Qinghu determined to go on with the Qingyi Association, also can help him to repay the hatred of the Qingyi Association and the tiger gang.

"Well, that's great. I'm going to clean up the Qingyi Association. These guys have eaten the gall of bear heart leopard and dare to go to Suzhou city to find brother Jiu's trouble. What a pity! Brother Jiuge, don't worry. I'll remove the name of Qingyi Association in Zhonghai city! " Meng Qinghu's face was happy.

"Ha ha, I'm sure you can handle affairs with ease. When you become the underground overlord of Zhonghai City, I'll come to drink two cups of celebration wine."

"Nine elder brother can come at any time."

A burst of greetings, Meng Qinghu can't wait to hang up the phone, turned his head and said to Duanmu: "order to go on, attack the venue of the Youth League, within two days, the Youth League will be removed from the name of Zhonghai city!"

Duanmu naturally heard Meng Qinghu's phone call just now, and knew why Meng Qinghu issued this order. Duanmu immediately said in a solemn voice, "OK, boss, I'll do it now."

Soon, Duanmu went out of the door in a hurry and told his men to do something. But the Duanmu who left the door did not have Meng Qinghu's happy face. On the contrary, he was a little melancholy. He sighed in a low voice: "Oh, you saved my life that day. I can't pay back your saving grace in this life."

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In the office of a deputy commander in the garrison headquarters of the Soviet Province, the young commander looked at a document and a picture in his hand. His eyes were very strange, a bit sad, and also a little inexplicable shame. However, the young commander's face was more happy.

In his hand was a death report from the police station. In fact, he had received the news for a long time, but he was still not at ease. He asked for such a death report in person.

Looking at the person in the picture, and then looking at the picture of the corpse in the death report, the senior colonel, after comparison, is indeed the same person. With a casual smile, he puts the information aside, takes out his mobile phone and makes a phone call.

However, as soon as the phone was connected, a woman's cry came from the opposite side: "Wu Feng, do you know, Fang Hao is dead!"

The young commander was originally named Wu Feng, a descendant of the top military family in China. He had high prestige in the family and was designated as the successor of the Wu family in the next class.

Wu Feng sighed a little, his face hung a little angry, but his voice was very soft: "I know, Mengqi, you don't want to be too sad, my heart and you are very sad, but this is the fact, no matter how sad is useless, if you hurt your body, I think the spirit of the little Lord in heaven will not rest."The woman on the other side sobbed: "how could a man so fierce as the young master die? I really don't believe it!"

"How can the little Lord die? Even if he died, he still lives in our hearts. After all, the little Lord is the legend of our group." Wu Feng showed a little bitter tone, but his eyes were full of strange smile.

At the moment, Wu Feng, at this young age, is the rank of senior commander, and he is also the deputy commander of the Jiangsu provincial police headquarters. Such a title is enough to look like Wu Feng's glory.

"I know, but I just can't help it. I just don't believe it. How can the young master die? However, I went to see the corpse. There were a few scars on the body, which were left by the little Lord when he was stabbed by the dragon. But I still don't believe it The woman on the other side of the phone is crying, and her voice is a bit crazy.

When Wu Feng heard this, his eyes were more relaxed and his smile was more powerful. He just comforted him with a soft voice: "the deceased is dead. We should find a way to avenge him. Don't be sad. We should cheer up."

"Well, yes, we will avenge the little Lord. I know who did it!" The woman on the other side of the phone was suddenly excited.

Wu Feng slightly frowned: "who did it?"

"It must have been done by the person who framed the little Lord five years ago. No one but the man wanted the little Lord to die like that!"

"Well, I think so. What have you found out?" Wu Feng's face suddenly sank and his eyes were a little cold.

"No, but I'm sure I'll find out. Wu Feng, can you help me to check it?"

"Well, promise me not to cry, and let's have dinner together in the evening." Although Wu Feng's face was not good-looking, his voice was still soft.

"I'm not in the mood. Next time, I'll thank you for the little Lord."

"This is what I should do for the little Lord. What do you thank?" Wu Feng's face became more gloomy.