Not long after Wang Fuxing's A7 left, the smooth flow of traffic on the street had been completely restored, Yang Xiujie's body had been carried away, how to place it, it was definitely not something that these ordinary people who were lucky enough to watch a murder case cared about, most people stood in place and discussed, and they all felt that the deceased who looked like a child of a rich family in white was too unlucky, and the death was really a little wronged.

Order was quickly restored to the streets, and cars were coming and going.

It's none of their business, for Yang Xiujie's death, people just sighed and left, although they were afraid in their hearts, but since there was such a thing, it also gave people a wake-up call, and they couldn't help but relax a little and go home.

In a Camry that stopped on the side of the road without any action from beginning to end, a young man in a flower shirt squinted his eyes slightly, recalled every link just now, and after being silent for a long time, he lowered his voice and said with a smile: "It's really wonderful." ”

Starting the car, this time he did not continue to follow Wang Fuxing's A7, left in the opposite direction, and walked around the city very cautiously, and after making sure that he was not followed, he drove to a very ordinary residential area, parked the car downstairs, went directly to the fourth floor in one breath, opened the door and walked in.

In the room, Yan Guotao, who can turn clouds and rain in the underground society of the Yangtze River Delta, is standing in front of a row of bookshelves in the living room, his eyes are focused, playing with a very delicate porcelain vase, and when he heard the sound of the door closing, he didn't look back, and said lightly: "What is the result?" ”

"Dead."

Liang Jingyu, who has been by Yan Guotao's side for no less than five years, and has done countless evil things for him, said softly, sitting on the sofa, his voice was almost instinctively charming, a little delicate, and without waiting for Yan Guotao to ask, he explained the whole process in detail. Murder and arson, Liang Jingyu is an expert, and the explanation of the whole process is also very unique, with a kind of heartfelt admiration in his tone, which is very obvious.

After listening quietly, Yan Guotao finally became interested, put the objects in his hand back on the bookshelf, sat on the sofa, and said with a playful smile: "So it seems that it must be impossible to take the police route?" ”

Liang Jingyu nodded, and said with a charming smile: "The police in Huating are actually very capable, and the criminal investigation team has several masters, but Wang Fuxing's method of killing this time is not ordinary, from beginning to end, it is all with the help of external forces, one ring after another, and finally forming an accident, this kind of work is very difficult, but once it succeeds, it will definitely not leave any tail, and no evidence will be found at all." ”

"Looks like you have a high opinion of this incident?"

Yan Guotao smiled faintly, he was not shocked, I have to say that he did have a sense of amazement in the killing game designed by Wang Fuxing this time, but the old fox who has been walking on this road for decades has never been accustomed to showing his inner thoughts in front of his subordinates, and most of the time, he is such an unfathomable posture.

"Meticulous, discreet, seamless!"

Liang Jingyu was silent for a while, and said solemnly, using a few words in a row, giving this killing a fairly high evaluation, but his voice is really too coquettish, although his demeanor is serious, but with his voice, it doesn't give others a sense of heaviness.

Yan Guotao smiled, his voice was hoarse, there was an indescribable eerie meaning, he shrugged his shoulders slightly, took out a cigarette and lit one, and then took out a very old small book, opened it, and rows of phone numbers suddenly appeared in front of him, Yan Guotao squinted his eyes, looked patiently, and when he saw Chu Chengwu's name, the smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more wide, and he picked up a red pen and drew a bright red circle on it.

The sissy Liang Jingyu's eyes suddenly froze, frowning slightly, he has been following this old fox for nearly five years, he knows his master very carefully, Yan Guotao has a thick and small book in his hand that looks very shabby, which densely records the phone numbers of all underworld characters in several cities in the Yangtze River Delta, as long as the identity can be on the table, the contact information will appear on this book, and there are some potential stocks that he values more, all of which are listed.

And this old fox had a habit of taking a pen and drawing a striking red circle on the telephone book every time he was going to strike someone, and if he added a cross to the circle, it would prove that the person was going to die.

It's just that he now wants to move Chu Chengwu, who has the Xia family as his background?

Liang Jingyu frowned, thoughtful.

"Don't understand?"

Yan Guotao smiled and said, he seemed to be very happy, the pen in his hand slid down, and on the phone book, a name followed by Chu Chengwu was Yang Donghu, one of the few bigwigs standing at the highest place in Jinling, Yan Guotao squinted his eyes, drew a question mark behind Yang Donghu's name, raised his head, and glanced at Liang Jingyu.

Liang Jingyu nodded honestly.

Yan Guotao glanced at him, although he always believed that those who achieve great things do not seek the truth of the public, but the next thing must be handled by his own henchman, and he simply did not hide it, and said softly: "Wang Fuxing must die, and the sooner he dies, the better." ”

Liang Jingyu frowned, his voice was sharp, and he said lightly: "I'm afraid this is not what you meant." Do you want to do it rashly, can you afford the consequences? ”

"I won't kill him, but someone will do it for me."

Yan Guotao said with a gloomy smile, his eyes fell on the phone book again, staring at Yang Donghu's name, and laughing.

He picked up the phone, dialed Yang Donghu's number, and waited quietly in Liang Jingyu's puzzled eyes.

The phone was quickly connected, and the man who was calling for wind and rain in Jinling shouted unusually respectfully: "Elder Yan." ”

"Donghu, your son had an accident in Huating, I just got the news, you can come over."

Yan Guotao said softly, still maintaining his previous solemn smile, but his tone was low.

Yang Donghu, who was on the phone, was silent for a while, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Elder Yan, what's the matter, say it slowly, what's wrong with Xiujie?" ”

"Dead."

Yan Guotao said lightly, his tone was flat and there was no fluctuation.

"Smack."

The sound of the mobile phone falling to the ground directly came into Yan Guotao's ears.

Yan Guotao narrowed his eyes, his smile became more and more playful, listening to the sound of Yang Donghu smashing things on the phone almost instantly, and remained silent.

After a long time, the phone was picked up again, and Yang Donghu, who had always been calm and vicious in Jinling, had a hoarse voice and roared: "Who is it?" Elder Yan, I'm just such a son, tell me, who is it? Is it Chu Chengwu? ”

Yan Guotao took the phone, did not answer this question directly, and said lightly: "Chu Chengwu has recently had a niece and son-in-law, a very good young man, and he is not ordinary and neat." ”

Jinling City.

Inside a certain villa, a middle-aged man in a wheelchair held the phone tightly, and he was already in tears, and the mahjong table in front of him had been completely overturned under his anger.

Next to him, several of his subordinates who accompanied him to rub mahjong were all silent, looking at each other, not daring to say a word.

Yang Donghu was short of breath, his voice was unusually clear, he whispered something I know, and hung up the phone directly,

There was a dead silence in the villa, and several of Yang Donghu's henchmen all stared at the boss cautiously, silent, waiting for orders.

Yang Donghu closed his eyes, leaned on the wheelchair, and was silent for about five minutes, before he suddenly opened his eyes, the depth of the past was completely gone, and the entire eye socket was replaced by a piece of blood red, he sat on the wheelchair, and suddenly threw the mobile phone on the ground, his eyes were sharp and resentful, and he roared: "You immediately select people, give me enough 100 good hands, without any reservations, rush over within an hour, let's go together, before nine o'clock in the evening, we must arrive at Huating!" ”

The three henchmen reflexively stood up and rushed out of the villa gate.

They are not stupid, and with a phone call, they have long understood what is going on.

The young master is dead. The boss is crazy.

Huating.

Yan Guotao's apartment.

Yan Guotao threw the phone aside and said lightly: "You go and make a call to the principal, ask for a few good hands, Yang Donghu will definitely not continue to endure it, that's just right, when they come, put these good hands in for him, and we will just sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight." ”

"Kill Wang Fuxing, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Liang Jingyu frowned and said, a very evil man, but his voice is too soft, and now when he says this, it seems a bit like being coquettish.

"It's Yang Donghu's hand, what's the matter with me? I have always regarded the Huating underground society as the meat in my mouth, and Chu Chengwu is the nail that the Xia family has supported on this territory, and some people have long been dissatisfied and want to move, but the Xia family is there, so they have been dragging it, and what they are afraid of is a mouthful of blood, and now Chu Chengwu is getting bigger and bigger, and if it continues, it is likely to threaten the overall interests of the entire Huating underground society, and I just use Yang Donghu's hand to knock on the Chu family, which is a meritorious service. Wang Fuxing's death was just an accident in the chaos, after all, he was a member of the Chu family, as long as he died, everything would be easy to say. ”

Yan Guotao said lightly, turned on the TV, and his face was indifferent.

"Wang Fuxing is not simple, if you can win him around, it will definitely be a big help."

Liang Jingyu said.

"Help? That's raising tigers for trouble, it's not me who wants to win over the king's revival, it's the people above me, why? Isn't it because I'm older? Hey, it's a relationship of mutual use, and I don't dare to fight with the people above, but if they want to take off me, the new spokesperson of the Yangtze River Delta underworld, they have to pass me. ”

Yan Guotao sneered.

Liang Jingyu was silent, her eyes flashing.

"Wang Fuxing is still too tender, thinking that what he did was seamless, and the police had no choice but to finish it? He's going to be a gangster, this way, when has he talked about law and evidence? ”

Yan Guotao sighed with emotion, stood up again, continued to study the vase on the bookshelf, and said lightly: "You go to negotiate with the principal, just say what I said." ”

Liang Jingyu stood up and left directly.