The Dragon from Hell

Miao Han's eyes widened when he heard this, but he quickly turned cold again: "Do you think you can fool us by telling such a lie?"

He naturally didn't think Qin Feng really had the seeds. How could he be easily fooled by such a blatant trick?

Qin Feng smiled slightly: "You don't have to worry about this. If I say I have it, I will naturally have it."

After that, he didn't want to talk nonsense with Miao Han, so he stood up and left with An Jiuxiao.

Seeing that Qin Feng really didn't interrogate him, Miao Han was a little flustered for no reason and stood up in a hurry.

However, An Jiuxiao's medicinal effect was no worse than the Softening Powder of Yaowang Valley, and it was even improved on the basis of the Softening Powder. As soon as Miao Jin stood up, he immediately sat back down because of weak legs.

But he still stared at Qin Feng's back fiercely: "Even if you really have a way to get them out of the mountain, what about after they come out? How can you kill them? Qin Feng, it's impossible to destroy my Medicine King Valley!"

But facing his provocation, Qin Feng didn't bother to pay attention at all, and directly took An Jiuxiao out.

As soon as he came out of the basement, Du Bangyan came over: "Lord Dragon, I found out."

"Who is it?" Qin Feng raised his eyes.

"Dai Ruolan."

"This result is not surprising."

He asked Du Bangyan to interrogate Minghui. Although Long Daoling's sudden appearance disrupted everyone's plan, Qin Feng did not forget what Minghui did to Xuanyuan Feng.

Even if it was just a suspicion, he didn't let Minghui leave after the exchange meeting. He took them all back to Wolong Villa and interrogated them one by one.

At that time, there was only one person who had contact with Xuanyuan Feng, and it was before Xuanyuan Feng went on stage. Considering Minghui's abnormal performance that day, the person who poisoned was basically her.

But Qin Feng didn't think that Minghui had come up with this idea on her own.

And his people had been keeping an eye on Minghui these days. This kind of poison that can restrain the internal strength of a warrior is definitely not something that Minghui can get casually.

The most suspicious people at present are Lin Lin and Dai Ruolan, because both of them have had contact with Yaowang Valley and have this motive.

"Dragon Lord, what should we do now?"

No matter what, Minghui is a member of the Secret Pavilion. They can't kill Minghui directly, and Xuanyuan Feng is currently fine.

Qin Feng's eyes were cold, and he didn't think about it: "Cut off one of her arms and send her back to the Secret Pavilion. Remember, send her back respectfully."

"Yes."

This way of handling it is a compromise.

Minghui's poisoning of Xuanyuan Feng was not successful after all, but she still did it.

If Panlong Palace just sent her back intact, I'm afraid that if it gets out, others will think that Panlong Palace bullies the weak and fears the strong, and is as humble as an ant in front of the Secret Pavilion.

After all, everyone now thinks that Xuanyuan Feng is Qin Feng's right-hand man. Others are coming to chop off your hands, but you are going to send them off with a smile?

But Minghui was instigated by someone after all, and she also represented the Secret Pavilion. If she really died, even if she was just a small deputy director of the secretariat, it would still be a slap in the face of the Secret Pavilion.

Cutting off one of her hands and sending her back not only represents the attitude of Panlong Hall, but also can test the attitude of the Secret Pavilion towards Panlong Hall.

If the Secret Pavilion gets angry at this time, it means that the Secret Pavilion is also afraid of Panlong Hall. In the future, it is better to not interfere in anything related to the Secret Pavilion.

If the Secret Pavilion doesn't say anything, it means that Mu Miye's attitude towards Panlong Hall is still indulgent.

In any case, Qin Feng must think of corresponding countermeasures.

That night, Minghui was sent back to the Secret Pavilion with one arm cut off.

The receptionist was furious when he saw Minghui with a broken arm, and immediately reported the matter to Mu Miye.

With Mu Miye's current status and age, he didn't need to deal with this kind of thing personally.

But Minghui was sent to assist Qin Feng by his order, and she was sent back with a broken arm, so she naturally had to report to him.

Minghui was rescued in the hospital for a night before waking up. After waking up, she saw her empty right hand and collapsed on the spot, smashing everything in the house.

"Qin Feng, Qin Feng! I'm going to kill you!"

Ling Zhenlong, director of the secretariat, just arrived at the door when he heard her hysterical voice and came in with a frown: "Minghui!"

Hearing Ling Zhenlong's voice, Minghui almost rushed over, grabbed Ling Zhenlong with her only remaining left hand, and burst into tears: "Director, you have to avenge me, Director!"

"Qin Feng, that bastard, Xuanyuan Feng is a fool, just a cheap lackey, Qin Feng actually dared to cut off one of my arms because of a subordinate, he doesn't take our secret chamber seriously!"

"If I can't kill him with my own hands, I will die with regrets, Director!"

Minghui was almost mad.

She wasWhen Tian was brought back to Wolong Villa by Qin Feng, she was hysterical for a while, but she also thought that Qin Feng would not dare to do anything to her.

After all, she was a member of the Secret Pavilion. Even if Panlong Hall was now in the limelight at the exchange meeting, Qin Feng would not dare to openly oppose the Secret Pavilion.

But no one expected that he would directly order her arm to be chopped off, and sent someone to send her back to the Secret Pavilion, announcing her "crime" in public, simply rubbing her dignity on the ground!

She could not swallow this shame of her life!

Ling Zhenlong glanced at her coldly, his eyes did not have any human emotions, and when he looked at Minghui, it was as if he was looking at a barking dog: "Waste."

Minghui was stunned, tears still hanging on her face, looking at Ling Zhenlong in disbelief: "You, what did you say?"

Ling Zhenlong pushed her away, even ignoring that she had just been rescued, lowered his head to wipe the place where Minghui had just grabbed him, and seemed to still be disgusted, so he simply took off his coat and threw it into the trash can.

"Didn't I make it clear enough? You are such a waste."

Ling Zhenlong walked over the mess on the ground, sat down on the sofa, and looked at Minghui coldly: "I asked you to keep an eye on Qin Feng and report his every move to me, but you offended him on the first day, making him wary of you, so that you didn't know what big moves he made these days."

"You were used as a gun to poison Xuanyuan Feng. Even if you were used by someone, I still think you did something."

"But if you had poisoned Xuanyuan Feng to death directly, maybe I would still think you were useful. But now the person is not poisoned to death, you have lost an arm, and even your position is gone. If you say you are not a waste, what are you?"

Minghui was stunned, and tried her best to squeeze out a smile on her pale face: "Director, what are you talking about? How could I lose my position?"

"What else? You attempted murder but failed, and you were caught in the act. Do you think the Pavilion Master will come forward to protect you?"