On the eighteenth floor of the Qinglong Building, in Song Jingtian's office.

"Brother-in-law, you have to help me breathe a sigh no matter what, that guy dares to attack me, that is simply not taking you seriously. A slightly chubby lewd middle-aged man shouted excitedly in the office.

Song Jingtian, who was sitting behind the desk, frowned and said, "Didn't I send two people to protect you?

The middle-aged man with an obscene appearance was none other than Sun Qiming, who was beaten into a pig's head by Nangong Chu. No, this Sun Qiming ran to Song Jingtian early in the morning and asked Song Jingtian to help him out.

Song Jingtian was disgusted when he saw Sun Qiming's red and swollen cheeks like a pig's head standing in front of the desk. Song Jingtian's wife died early, and when he was dying, he told Song Jingtian to take care of the only eldest brother, otherwise Song Jingtian would not be too lazy to care about Sun Qiming's life or death.

It's really the same kind of rice, the wife is virtuous, but she didn't expect her eldest brother to be a straw bag, and he is also a straw bag who doesn't know how thick the sky is and causes trouble everywhere. Thinking about it, Ah Hao was also close to his uncle, and it was under the influence of his uncle that he became like this.

Song Jingtian had a big headache, a straw bag brother-in-law, a straw bag son, thinking that I Song Jingtian was a hero, why are the people around me this kind of virtue.

"Don't you say it, those two guys are usually imposing, and last night they were almost like decorations. Sun Qiming said excitedly.

"That person knows kung fu?" Song Jingtian already felt strange, although the two Qinglong Gang disciples who protected Sun Qiming were not masters, even so, even if one or twenty ordinary people went together, they were not their opponents.

This guy can't be messing with those children of the family, right? Song Jingtian's eyes couldn't help but become fierce, and Sen Han's gaze swept over Sun Qiming's face.

That Sun Qiming suddenly felt cold all over, sweating on his back, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and a cold breath involuntarily rushed up from the bottom of his heart.

"That'...... The man seemed to have practiced martial arts, and his strength was terrifying. After being glanced at by Song Jingtian, Sun Qiming completely lost his temper. He knew Song Jingtian's identity, Song Jingtian was a successful businessman in the open, but secretly he was the leader of the Qinglong Gang, the second largest gang in Donghai City, even in the entire Southern Ancient Martial Arts Circle, he was also one of the top few people.

"I'll take care of this matter, you go out first!" Song Jingtian waved his hand in annoyance and said.

"But ......!" Sun Qiming wanted to say something, but when he saw Song Jingtian's face showing displeasure, he hurriedly swallowed what he was about to say back into his stomach.

"Yes...... Brother-in-law!" He didn't dare to hold up his brother-in-law's shelf to Song Jingtian, because Sun Qiming knew very well that everything he had was given by Song Jingtian, and if Song Jingtian took back all his things, he would have nothing, and he would immediately live on the streets, and even become a beggar in the modern city.

When Sun Qiming turned around and walked out, and was about to open the door to go out, Song Jingtian suddenly stopped him and said, "Now that Donghai City is not peaceful, you should restrain yourself a little recently! Otherwise, you won't know what's going on when you die." ”

"It's ......!" Sun Qiming said in a low voice, pulling his head. When Song Jingtian was in a good mood, it didn't matter how presumptuous he was, but when Song Jingtian was in a bad mood, he didn't even dare to let out a fart.

After watching Sun Qiming walk out of the office, Song Jingtian sighed helplessly, and then picked up the phone on the table: "Tang Qiu, come over to me now." ”

After Song Jingtian finished speaking, he reclined on the chair and looked at the glass chandelier on the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

To be able to become the leader of a gang, dominate Donghai City, and compete with the Oriental family, Song Jingtian definitely has his own outstanding features and unique vision. The fact that he was able to have such an achievement is definitely not that his luck is better than others.

It's been more than a month, and Song Hao, the second ancestor, still lives in that public hospital, but after careful conditioning by the medical staff, Song Hao, this guy, is finally able to walk on the ground.

"Master, the boss asked me to come over. In the ward, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man said to a young man with a flirtatious expression on the hospital bed.

The middle-aged man who was not good-looking was Tang Qiu, an outcast of the Tang Sect, and he knew that it was Song Hao lying on the hospital bed without asking.

"What did the old man tell you to go back for?" Song Hao said strangely. Tang Qiu's task is to protect himself, but at this time, the old man called him away, what did he mean?

"I don't know, the boss didn't tell me!" Tang Qiu replied truthfully, he really didn't tell Tang Qiu to do anything in the conversation with Song Jingtian just now.

"What should I do if you leave?" Song Hao couldn't help but say to Tang Qiu with a panicked expression. If someone took advantage of Tang Qiu's departure and someone made trouble for him again, it would be terrible.

"Young master, don't worry, in broad daylight, who dares to come to the hospital to trouble you? Besides, there are our people everywhere in the hospital, so you don't have to worry about safety. Tang Qiu said calmly.

"Okay, you go and get back quickly. Song Hao was relieved at this time.

More than ten minutes later, a black sedan drove into the underground parking lot of the Blue Dragon Building. Then a middle-aged man stepped out of the car.

"It's been more than a month, have you found out the origin of the person who attacked Ah Hao? Also, Sun Qiming was beaten into a pig's head last night, do you know about this matter?" Song Jingtian looked at a mediocre-looking middle-aged man standing in front of the desk with a fierce face, and said in a deep voice.

"In the entire Donghai City, who doesn't know that my Song Jingtian has a straw bag brother-in-law and a straw bag son? Those people dare to do something to them, they simply don't take me Song Jingtian seriously. Song Jingtian then said angrily.

"The person who injured the young master seems to have evaporated from the world, and there is no way to find it at all. As for Sun Qiming's beating, I also received a call from my subordinates not long after. Tang Qiu said unhurriedly.

In the entire Qinglong Gang, he was the only one who dared to face the angry Song Jingtian, and his color remained unchanged.

"You...... How do you protect the two of them? You've always been in charge of their safety, and you say, now that something has happened, I'm going to ask you what you're going to do. Song said angrily.

"Find the guy who beat Sun Qiming, and let him taste my poisonous heart finger. Tang Qiu said lightly.

Song Jingtian couldn't help but change his face when he heard Tang Qiu's words without the slightest feeling, he could already foresee the fate of the person who beat Sun Qiming into a pig's head.

Ten Thousand Poisons Drill Heart Finger is a peerless science in the Tang Sect. Those who practice this stunt have to catch countless poisonous insects, let them bite their fingers and suck their own blood.

When the poisonous insect sucks the blood, the poison on the poisonous insect will enter the cultivator's arm with the blood. Suffering from all kinds of poisons, this process can be said to be extremely painful.

However, as long as you persist in cultivating, over time, a large amount of toxins will accumulate on the cultivator's hands. When the toxin reaches a certain level, the cultivator will refine the toxin with a secret method, so that the toxin on the arm can be used as freely as the fingers of the arm.

In this way, not only can you cultivate a powerful Ten Thousand Poison Drill Heart Finger, but at the same time, in the process of refining toxins with internal strength, the cultivator's skill will also increase.

Not only the Tang Sect, but also in the ancient martial arts world, there are also many people who practice with poison. However, the vast majority of people force the toxins in their bodies out of the body with their own strength, boil their internal strength, and enhance their physique. But in the palm of their hand it is non-toxic.

Ten Thousand Poison Drill Heart Finger, that was the supreme poisonous skill that was once powerful, and I couldn't imagine that Tang Qiu had practiced such a terrifying poisonous skill in addition to the seven stars in his palm.

The last time I fought with Nangong Chu with a black cloth hood in a nightclub, I didn't even use this kung fu at the moment of life and death, this guy's city is so deep that it definitely doesn't look like him, it's ordinary.

Tang Qiu is definitely a very scary person, and pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is his strong point. Others would never have imagined that an ordinary middle-aged man who is so ordinary that he catches a lot on the street will be an extremely dangerous person. It's a pity that Tang Qiu doesn't want to be a killer.

In Zhao Xueqi's villa, Nangong Chu saw that Zhao Da Mei was still worried, so he said, "Could it be that you have anything to worry about besides that Sun Qiming?"

"Last year, Haotian Real Estate and Yu'an Real Estate in Linhai City jointly obtained one-tenth of the highway project connecting Donghai City and Linhai City, and Haotian invested almost all of its belongings in this project, and also borrowed a huge amount of money from the bank of one billion yuan. Zhao Xueqi said a conspiracy that had been brewing for a long time against her.