This child has been sad for a long time from the first time he punched and injured others, and now he is forcing others to use such bloody and cruel methods to harm themselves.

What kind of mental journey has you experienced?

Especially looking at Han Wenxuan's silent appearance at the moment holding Zhao Song's eyes and lowering his head, the thin back seemed to be carrying a burden of ten thousand catties.

Knowing that Han Wenxuan was not feeling good now, but time could not be delayed, Wang Changwen stepped forward and patted Han Wenxuan on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Xuan, we should go!"

Han Wenxuan raised his head, his eyes were already blood-red.

He glanced at Wang Changwen, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since Zhao Shuo is coming, we naturally want to leave him some gifts!"

Half an hour later, Zhao Shuo and his subordinates hurried to this gloomy funeral home.

A team of Zhao family guards who arrived earlier had already surrounded the funeral home.

Seeing Zhao Shuo coming, he hurriedly stepped forward to report: "Zhao Song's car was parked here when we came, it should have been in, and no one has come out until now!"

Zhao Shuo said with a gloomy face: "Well done, continue to be vigilant! After a while, except for me, whoever comes out will shoot immediately!"

"Yes!" the guard saluted, turning his head to give the order.

Zhao Shuo took Zhao Ji and a few people and walked towards the house.

After searching the first and second floors, and finding nothing, Zhao Shuo set his eyes on the basement.

Before I could get downstairs, I smelled a strong smell of blood, which spread from below.

Zhao Ji glanced at several guards, and several of them pulled out their guns, protected Zhao Shuo behind them, and slowly touched towards the basement.

Finally, Zhao Ji turned on the flashlight, fumbled to turn on the switch on the side, and after a few seconds of delay, the cold storage returned to light.

A few of the guards who fell to the ground struggled to get up, and found that it was some kind of sticky liquid, which was clearly human blood.

At this moment, it has been slightly solidified under the effect of cold storage.

Not far away, Zhao Song's body was blue, and he leaned against the wall with a dead face leaning on a corpse truck.

At this moment, he had a dinner knife in his chest, and his right hand was still holding the handle of the knife tightly.

The whole neck down was cut into a pile of rotten flesh, and it seemed that he had cut himself into this shape.

The blood in the room was slowly seeping out of his place, spreading throughout the room.

This look was very terrifying, and with the cold air blowing overhead, the hands of several guards holding guns couldn't help but tremble.

After a hurried inspection, no trace of Han Wenxuan was found in the house, but he went to the freezer on the side and used blood as ink, and wrote a few lines of big characters: "Blood debt and blood repayment! Zhao Shuo, I will take it back one by one if it should be mine! If you owe me, I will also ask you to pay it back one by one!"

There is no signature, but everyone knows that this thing was left by Han Wenxuan.

At this moment, Zhao Shuo's face was pale, staring at the lines, especially Zhao Song's miserable death, which made Zhao Shuo, who felt that everything was in his hands, feel a sense of powerless fear for the first time.

He suddenly shouted: "What about people, what about Han Wenxuan's people? Upstairs said that no one came out, could this Han Wenxuan fly?"

As if he didn't feel that it was enough to vent the anger in his heart, Zhao Shuo suddenly kicked Zhao Ji on the side: "Why are you stunned! Find me, today I have to dig three feet into the ground to find out Han Wenxuan!"

The unjustified disaster suddenly added, and anyone was a nameless fire in their hearts.

But looking at Zhao Shuo's angry appearance, Zhao Ji knew that he was afraid that he would be shot in the head immediately.

Immediately turned his head and vented his anger on several guards around him: "What the hell are you doing in a daze!

Several guards were scolded, and they were very aggrieved in their hearts, and they stared around, and this TMD basement was either cement or iron wall! Where can people go? No

After the boss spoke, several people could only go to the side to search, and in their hearts they silently greeted Zhao Shuo's parents.

After such a detailed search, they really found a little clue.

One of the guards studied a mirror-like piece of iron on the wall.

The place looked like a reinforced iron wall, but there was a faint trace of blood on it, and although it had been wiped, it was still carefully discovered by the guards.

He tried to push the bloodstain at the location, and sure enough.

The iron door was slashed.

Behind it is a tunnel that leads nowhere.

"Here! I found the tunnel!"

The guard roared in ecstasy.

Zhao Shuo was startled by this voice.

Frowning as he walked to the tunnel, he looked at the guard still stunned.

He raised his foot and kicked over: "Knock on the inside, I found out and chased it, what are you doing here?"

The guard didn't stand still, and was kicked against the iron door next to him.

The blood flowed profusely, but in the face of the furious Zhao Shuo, the guard didn't dare to say anything, and immediately stood up, and the group hurriedly chased inside.

At this moment, half an hour has passed since Zhao Song's death, and this group of people finally returned in vain with a panicked face.

"Young master, at the end of this road is in a small forest on the outskirts! When we arrived, there was no one left, and nothing was found!"

With that, the guard shuddered and closed his eyes.

Sure enough, Zhao Shuo looked furious and kicked it again.

"Fucking shit! What's the use of raising you!"

In a hurry, he pulled out the knife at his waist and stabbed it fiercely on the guard.

Several guards looked at each other, with a hint of anger in their eyes, but under the suppression of Zhao Shuo's eyes, they finally lowered their heads.

After Zhao Shuo vented, he turned around and stared at the corpse of Zhao Song and Liu Ying on the side.

Seeming to think that Zhao Zhong's death was too miserable, Zhao Shuo scolded indignantly: "Isn't this kid a couple? Secretly run out to see his wife! Go! Chop their corpses into meat sauce for me and feed them to the dogs!"

Then he went upstairs in a rage.

Zhao Ji stepped forward to help up the injured brother, pulled out the knife and looked at it a few times, took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and sprinkled it on the wound, this medicine worked very well, and the wound coagulated and no longer bleed.

A few guards on the side, a little angry, stared at the iron door, and scolded angrily: "What kind of effort is he pulling, he really regards himself as the head of the house, and he hasn't taken the position yet, with his virtue, if he takes the position in the future, we can still live!"

Zhao Ji, as an old man who has followed Zhao Shuo for more than ten years, understands his temper best, and when he heard this, he quickly glanced back in fear, and after a long time, he found that there was no movement, so he slapped the shoulder of the person who spoke just now with some annoyance, and scolded: "What are you doing? I don't want to live, let the young master know that you can still live?"

The guard was also indignant for a while, and he was extremely afraid to say it at this moment, his face was pale, and in front of everyone, he also stiffened his neck and said: "What I said is not the truth, no one of you was punched and kicked by him, you see him like a mad dog these days!

Speaking of the atmosphere, the guard pointed to the corpses of Zhao Song and Liu Ying on the side and said: "Just look at this corpse! Although Han Wenxuan said that he wanted to chop up the corpses of Zhao Song and Liu Ying and feed them to the dogs, you can see, dozens of people died on Han Wenxuan's side, and he still didn't use the corpses to vent his anger! Look at this Zhao Shuo, he actually asked us to chop him up! This is a human business? This Zhao Song is from our side!"

Even Zhao Ji had nothing to say at this time.

He looked back at Zhao Song's corpse, although the death was extremely miserable, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth before he died.

He sighed helplessly and said: "Do more things and talk less! These are not things that our little people can decide! Just do your own thing!"

Several people were silent for a long time, helped the injured brother, got up and sent him for treatment.

The remaining few people stepped forward to look at the corpses of Zhao Song and Liu Ying, and under the leadership of Zhao Ji, they silently bowed and said in a deep voice: "Old Zhao, we are also acting according to orders, and we must not do it!

Even the mayor of Yuyang City came in person, and left after a hurried meeting.

I didn't stay long!But that alone is enough to brag.

In the past, the mayor of the city attended the completion ceremony of large-scale enterprises and tens of billions of projects.

How big can Ma Chenyang's small mobile phone store be?

Countless media reported that for a while, Chenyang's mobile phone store became famous.

There is a faint momentum of Yuyang's first.

When the reputation rises, it will naturally attract people's attention.

A few peers secretly stumbled and wanted to make some trouble for Chenyang's mobile phone store, but they closed their doors within two days.

The boss hurriedly transferred the store at a low price and left.

For a while, no one dared to think crookedly about Ma Chenyang.

At this moment, Ma Chenyang, who was standing at the door, finished reading the number in his hand, stretched his hands slightly, and said to the crowd at the door: "Please win, my friend takes the number in his hand to our front desk to claim the prize!

As the crowd cheered, he waved his hand out of the way.

Xiao Liu and Xiao Wang commanded the crowd to move in in an orderly manner.

After this reopening, the size of the original mobile phone store has more than doubled.

Various mobile phone brand models, from low-end to high-end, all kinds of accessories and consumables are readily available.

There is a feeling of building a digital city.

Ma Chenyang had just said a lot of words, his throat was a little hoarse at the moment, and he was leaning on the side of the door with a cup of chrysanthemum tea handed by his hand, sipping and drinking.

Looking at the lively crowd outside the door pouring in, Ma Chenyang felt like a dream.

In just a few days, he has changed from a mobile phone seller at the bottom of society to a big man who now covers the sky with one hand, and even the city mayor has to come to support him.

It's like a dream.

Even Ma Chenyang himself didn't believe it.

In addition to this building, the Chen family's property left in Yuyang Zhengfeng is very large, but Ma Chenyang does not want to be like a nouveau riche who suddenly gets rich.

Except for a few diehard Chen family loyalists and too many evil management personnel were removed, most of the factories and buildings left by the Chen family retained their original management structure.

After all, managing a business requires a lot of professional knowledge, and Ma Chenyang is very self-aware, if he is allowed to come, he is afraid that he will go out of business in a few days.

Even so, manpower is very scarce, if it weren't for Han Wenxuan sending a few people to support him, Ma Chenyang was only afraid of being in a hurry at this moment.

However, I heard that Han Wenxuan seems to have encountered something in the capital recently, so there shouldn't be any big trouble, right?

Ma Chenyang was pondering, and suddenly there was a shout in the distance: "Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma, I am your fan, can I take a photo with you?"

A fanatical young man in his 20s, wearing glasses, was frantically waving at Ma Chenyang.

Xiao Wang and Xiao Liu stubbornly stopped him from coming.

During this time, Ma Chenyang often appeared on TV, and various inspirational stories were even edited into promotional videos by TV stations, which were broadcast on a tour, and the ratings skyrocketed.

And Ma Chenyang has also become a young idol in the hearts of many social animals in Yuyang City.

These days, he has met quite a few people like this.

immediately smiled and waved at him, signaling Xiao Wang to let him over.

Seeing his boss's orders, Xiao Wang let go of a gap with a vigilant face, and immediately four or five people rushed over.

"Mr. Ma can sign it for me!"

"Let's take a picture!"

"This is the phone I bought! Can I sign it on the phone case?"

Enthusiastic hands reached out.

I've seen a lot of this situation these days, but Ma Chenyang is still not very adaptable.

He took the pen and wrote down his name very awkwardly, crookedly like a ghost drawing.

But even such words still made the person who got it ecstatic, holding the mobile phone and leaving in a hurry like a treasure.