Chapter 633: Wu Yanbo's Anger
Zhou Hua glanced at the middle-aged man with disdain, got up and poured himself a glass of red wine, he shook the goblet in his hand, and said with a smile: "Uncle Tian, you are the same as my father, the bolder you are, the younger you are, now in this world, support the bold, starve the cowardly, if I assist the Shi family and Longmen to destroy Lin Feng's opponent this time, will we still need to count on that Dao Gu who has a straight face all day long in the future?"
What did the middle-aged man still want to persuade, where would Zhou Hua listen, he drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, casually threw the wine glass on the carpet at his feet, and said with a smile: "It seems that I am going to find a place to celebrate." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ infoβ
"Young master, young master. The middle-aged man chased out of the VIP room, and could only watch Zhou Hua leave with confidence.
The middle-aged man sighed lightly, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and began to call Zhou Qingyuan.
Zhou Hua's mood is indeed very good, the people who hold his handle, and the guys he has always hated, are all involved in the game he has set up, which is enough to make him excited.
Zhou Hua drove all the way out of the airport, he just drove to the toll station, but found that only one passage of this toll station can still pass, and the other three exits are all closed.
At this time, there was already a long queue in front of the toll booth.
Seeing so many cars stuck in front of him, Zhou Hua's good mood suddenly became much worse, he pulled the car over the side of the road, got out of the car and smoked a cigarette.
Behind his car, a black Audi sedan followed.
The door of the sedan opened, and an ordinary-looking young man stepped out of the car, and the young man beckoned to Zhou Hua and said with a smile: "Brother, can you borrow a fire?"
Zhou Hua looked at the young man, raised his hand and threw the lighter over.
The young man took the lighter and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother, what's going on in front of you." β
Zhou Hua shook his head and said impatiently: "How do I know when I step on a horse?"
The young man lit the cigarette in his hand, walked up to Zhou Hua and handed him the lighter, and said with a smile: "You are Mr. Zhou Hua, right?"
Zhou Hua looked at the young man with a puzzled face, frowned, and said, "How do you know me?"
The young man came to Zhou Hua's side and said with a harmless smile: "I am from the Shi family, and I also made a special trip to find Mr. Zhou this time." β
Zhou Hua frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter, do you need to be so sneaky?"
The young man laughed and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that our family master is afraid that he won't be able to sleep well in the future." β
"What do you mean?" Zhou Hua's heart suddenly lifted.
The harmless smile on the young man's face suddenly became extremely hideous, and he quickly pulled out a small silver gun from his waist, and pulled the trigger continuously on Zhou Hua's chin.
The sudden change suddenly caused the surroundings to fall into a panic.
The moment he died, Zhou Hua remembered Uncle Tian's words of admonition to him: You have now lit a terrible powder keg with your own hands, and if you are not careful, you will be blown to pieces.
Zhou Hua fell to the ground with a bang, and the young master of the Yuntian Society, who was around Yanjing, simply died on the side of an ordinary highway.
The young man killed Zhou Hua, but he did not escape, he leaned against the steel guardrail on the side of the road, just quietly smoking a cigarette, waiting for the arrival of the police.
Lin Feng stayed in the private room for more than ten minutes, and when he found that Wu Yingrong had not come back for a long time, he couldn't help but have a bad thought in his heart.
At this time, Zhong Ming, who was guarding outside, suddenly rushed in, and said with a somewhat panicked face: "Boss, it's not good." β
"What's wrong?" Lin Feng had a premonition that something big had happened, Zhong Ming had followed him for so many years, and he had already developed the ability to not be surprised by any change.
Zhong Ming's voice had a hint of trill, and he said, "Wu, Wu Yingrong is dead." β
"What?" Although Lin Feng guessed countless possibilities, he didn't expect this result.
Wu Yingrong is the pearl of the Wu family, killing Wu Yingrong is equivalent to being an enemy of the Wu family and the Zhao family at the same time, looking at the entire Yanjing, except for the dead Dragon King, I am afraid that no one has the courage to do this.
Lin Feng ran to the door in a few steps and said, "Take me over to have a look." β
Zhong Ming wiped his cold sweat and ran with Lin Feng all the way to the lounge where Wu Yingrong called.
At this time, the outside of the lounge was already full of people, Lin Feng forcibly separated the crowd of onlookers, and saw Wu Yingrong lying on the ground at a glance.
Lin Feng didn't dare to delay, and quickly squatted down and grabbed Wu Yingrong's wrist.
I don't feel a pulse......
Lin Feng was shocked in his heart, and looked at Wu Yingrong's eyelids and the corners of his mouth again, at this moment, he felt a chill all over his body.
Lin Feng muttered, "This, this is my senior brother's unique poison, soul snatching. β
Wu Yingrong is dead, even if the Daluo Immortal descends to earth, he can't save this woman.
This woman, as selfish and vicious as she is, is not guilty of death.
Lin Feng stood up with a gloomy face, trying to keep his state of mind calm, and at this time, he was absolutely not panicked.
"Boss, what should I do?" Zhong Ming didn't have Lin Feng's unfazed nature, he asked in a trembling voice.
Lin Feng's face was a little ugly, he didn't answer Zhong Ming's question, and rushed back to the private room again, he picked up the cup used by Wu Yingrong, put it under his nose and sniffed it.
"We've been designed. Lin Feng put the cup on the table and slowly sat down on the chair.
At this moment, Lin Feng's mood was also a little chaotic.
This is a knife to kill, he Lin Feng has completely become a knife in the hands of others, or in other words, someone wants to kill himself with Wu Yingrong's life.
"Boss, should we leave first?" Zhong Ming asked.
Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "Where are you going?" Unless I leave Yanjing, but if I leave, won't I be able to sit down on this matter?"
Zhong Ming said in a trembling voice: "Yes, but it's ......"
Lin Feng slowly raised his hand to stop Zhong Ming's words, and he said in a cold voice: "You go back first, stop all our properties, including Zhongtian Real Estate, and next, there will be a big wave." β
"Boss, will the Wu family directly use their privileges?" Zhong Ming said worriedly.
Lin Feng shook his head lightly and said, "It's hard to say, you go first, I'll call Old Chen and Old Man Li now." β
Now, the only masters who can dare to fight with the Zhao family of the Wu family for him are Old Man Chen and Old Man Li of Zhonghai.
This time it was not a struggle between the rivers and lakes, what Lin Feng was most worried about was that they would directly throw this responsibility on themselves, and then they could be arrested, if this was the case, then he would really not be able to turn over.
Only when he maintains his free body can he find out who is behind the scenes.
Lin Feng quickly made a phone call to Old Man Chen and Old Man Li, and told the two of them about the situation carefully.
After listening to Lin Feng's narration, Old Man Chen and Old Man Li were also shocked at the moment, and Old Man Li strongly persuaded Lin Feng to calm down, and then rushed to the airport.
Wu Yingrong was poisoned at the Tenglong Hotel, which was definitely a sensational event in Yanjing.
After less than half an hour, a military vehicle had stopped at the door of the hotel, Wu Yanbo rushed all the way into the hotel with a blue face, he rushed to the room where Wu Yingrong was, and tears burst out in an instant.
Wu Yanbo suddenly half-knelt in front of Wu Yingrong and hugged his willful and brutal sister.
He looked around at the people around him and shouted, "Why don't you take it to the hospital?"
The director of the hotel said hesitantly: "Just now, Mr. Lin of Shennongguan said just now, she, she is dead." β
"Which Mr. Lin?" Wu Yanbo glared at the hotel director with blood-red eyes.
The hotel director swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered, "It's Lin Feng, Mr. Lin." β
"Why is Lin Feng here?" If eyes can kill, I'm afraid the hotel director has already been killed by Wu Yanbo.
Even if he hadn't been killed, now the hotel director was about to be scared to death by Wu Yanbo's eyes.
He was about to cry, and said with a sad face: "Today is Miss Wu's banquet for Mr. Lin." β
"Where is he?" Wu Yanbo slowly put Wu Yingrong on the ground and slowly stood up.
"Chief, calm down. Wu Yanbo's guards saw a little sign and hurriedly persuaded him.
"Get out of here!" Wu Yanbo kicked the guard who was blocking his way to the ground, and shouted loudly: "Lin Feng, you get out of here." β
At this time, Zhao Jun, who got the news, also hurried to the hospital, and when he saw his wife who had lost his breath, Zhao Jun was also filled with grief and anger, and he followed Wu Yanbo straight to the room where Lin Feng was.
Lin Feng didn't leave, he sat on the chair, waiting for the first wave of the Wu family's Zhao family's attack.
"Boom!"
The room was kicked open by Zhao Jun, as soon as Zhao Jun saw Lin Feng, his cheeks were distorted, he rushed to Lin Feng, pulled Lin Feng up, he cried at Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, you brute!"
Lin Feng looked at Zhao Jun quietly and said softly: "Wu Yingrong's death has nothing to do with me. β
Zhao Jun's voice was a little choked, he grabbed Lin Feng's collar tightly, and said angrily: "Lin Feng, have you forgotten what you threatened me at Shuangqiao?" Rong Rong She just wanted to take a breath, you slapped her five times, what happened to her letting your mountain villa stop work for a few days? Is this loss worth exchanging your life?"
Although Zhao Jun is a bit of a, he still has some feelings for his wife, who wants to be in shape and have no figures.
Lin Feng didn't care about Zhao Jun's pull, he sighed softly: "I'm also sorry for what happened to Miss Wu, but this matter really has nothing to do with me, if I want to kill her, I won't do it myself." β
"Click!" As soon as Lin Feng's words were finished, Wu Yanbo's muzzle was already against Lin Feng's temple.
Wu Yanbo's eyes looked like he was about to eat people, he looked at Lin Feng, gritted his teeth and said, "No matter how you quibble, you can't escape death." β
Lin Feng's heart also had a slight trace of anger, he squinted at Wu Yanbo, and said in a deep voice: "Are you planning to kill me and then let the real murderer get away with it?"
Wu Yanbo, whose eyes were blood-red, suddenly burst out, he pointed Lin Feng's head with the muzzle of his gun, and said angrily: "You still want to quibble with me, I'll kill you now." β
Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he said in a deep voice: "Wu Yanbo, since I am standing here, I just want to have a good talk with you, I hope you don't challenge my patience." β
Wu Yanbo was even more annoyed when he saw that Lin Feng was still so tough, he moved his finger and was about to pull the trigger.
At this moment, a black shadow quickly rushed in front of Wu Yanbo, this person pinched Wu Yanbo's gun with one hand, and strangled Wu Yanbo's neck with the other, and the muzzle of the gun was quickly reversed, but aimed at Wu Yanbo's eyebrows.
This time, it undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, and Wu Yanbo roared angrily: "Lin Feng, I will definitely make you pay." β
Lin Feng looked at Wu Yanbo with a heavy face, and said in a cold voice: "Wu Yanbo, I really doubt how you lead the whole army. β