Chapter Eighty-Six: The War Department Bows Down

Xiao Zhantian was stunned for a moment, with an embarrassed smile on his face, and explained: "I don't dare to ask Qin Ye for my guilt, my trip is to apologize to Qin Ye on behalf of the Northern Territory Corps." ”

After speaking, Xiao Zhantian faced Qin Feng, clasped his fists with both hands, and bowed deeply.

The air froze at this moment.

Everyone who followed behind Xiao Zhantian was completely stunned on the spot.

Especially Chen Taihe and Zhao Tai's uncle and nephew, they were directly stupid.

The god of war in the north traveled thousands of miles to Jiangzhou, and unexpectedly... It turned out to be here to apologize to Qin Feng?

Qin Feng, you TM... It's a big face!

"It's... This... What's going on? Am I dreaming? Isn't it dawn yet? ”

Zhao Tai only felt that his three views collapsed at this moment.

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard, feeling the burning pain in his face.

He was completely stunned.

This is not a dream.

It's true.

At this time, Xiao Zhantian suddenly spoke: "Chen Taihe, don't roll over yet, admit your mistake to Qin Ye." ”

Chen Taihe snorted, crawled to the front, and knelt down directly without saying a word to Qin Feng.

"Master Qin! Forgive me, Qin Ye! It's that I have no eyes, it's that I don't know real people..."

Although Chen Taihe still didn't figure out who this Qin Feng was, it didn't matter.

No matter what Qin Feng's true identity is, he can't afford to mess with it.

Kowtowing and admitting his mistakes is his only way to live.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes.

An ordinary look made Xiao Zhantian falter.

He snorted coldly and said, "Xiao Zhantian, I'll give you face today, I won't hold the Northern Frontier Corps responsible." But how I deal with the Zhao family, the War Department has no right to interfere. ”

Xiao Zhantian nodded without thinking.

"It's a deal."

Then Xiao Zhantian took Chen Taihe and the manpower of the War Department, turned around and left in a hurry, and soon disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

This scene made many people wonder, why did the god of war in the north come in a hurry and go in a hurry?

That deserter Qin Feng, has he been disposed of?

When all the war departments were evacuated, only Zhao Tai was left alone.

Zhao Tai looked at Qin Feng fixedly, his face was sluggish, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul and was only a shell.

Although he had known for a long time that this Qin Feng might have some background in the Peerless Palace, he had to take him down as soon as possible to avoid having too many dreams at night.

I never imagined that Qin Feng's background was so strong that even the Northern God of War had to back down.

"Qin Feng... You, you... What the hell are you... Who the hell is it? Zhao Tai used all his strength to organize this sentence with difficulty.

Qin Feng said lightly: "This is not something you should care about. I'll give you an hour to go home, explain the aftermath, prepare the coffin and the shroud, and after an hour, I'll take your life. ”

After speaking, Qin Feng and Yang Baohu, the two turned around and walked back into the inpatient building.

Zhao Tai was still stunned.

But soon, he was shocked, and the whole person came to his senses.

Qin Feng only gave him an hour, and time was passing quickly.

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, turned around and fled the hospital as quickly as possible, pushed away the crowd watching the excitement outside, kicked the old lady Lin who flew forward to say hello, and rushed towards the Zhao family without looking back.

Only a group of people who watched the excitement of eating melons, as well as media reporters, all of them were suspicious and looked at each other.

The hospital was under martial law just now, and everyone could only watch outside, and they couldn't see what was going on inside, only that it was less than five minutes before the northern god of war walked in with a menacing attitude, and he came out with people.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Gongzi also fled.

"W-What the hell is going on? Qin Feng, that waste, is he dead or not? ”

The old lady was lying on the ground and couldn't help but pat the floor repeatedly.