After a brief chat with Wu Bancheng, Ang Lee figured out what happened.

The cause of the incident is not much different from Zhang Bing's speculation.

Huang Jinrong peeked into Wu Bancheng's industry, so he found someone to join forces to set a trap for Wu Bancheng.

Wu Bancheng thought he had swallowed a piece of fat, but he didn't know that he had gotten on the thief boat, and was kicked into the water again when the boat was in the middle of the river.

In the end, Wu Bancheng not only put his company in, but also owed Huang Jinrong billions.

Li An didn't understand business warfare, but after listening to it, he had to admire Huang Jinrong's strategy.

"Xiao Li, what else do you think I can do?"

Wu Bancheng whispered with tears in his eyes, wanting to cry but afraid of alarming the police outside,

"All I want now is death. If a person dies and is in debt, he will not delay his life. ”

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, in the end, Wu Bancheng thinks about his son Wu Jinsheng the most, for fear that his son will be affected because of his own changes.

If you don't know, forget it, now that you know, for the sake of Wu Jinsheng's face, Li An can't ignore it.

"Uncle Wu, you don't need to seek death, I'll help you settle this matter."

"You're going to help me settle it?"

Wu Bancheng's face was slightly stunned, and he looked at Li An and shook his head with a wry smile,

"Xiao Li, you and Jin Sheng are classmates and friends, and I am very happy to come to see me.

Help me settle it, you can't settle it.

The Huang family is very powerful in the province, and even I can't afford to offend, so don't do stupid things. ”

Li An said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, in short, you believe me in this matter, give me two days." ”

Wu Bancheng thought for a while and sighed: "Okay, anyway, I'm not short of these two days, just wait for you for two days." ”

Li An chatted a few more words, asked from Wu Bancheng's mouth about Huang Jinrong's residence, and then rushed over overnight.

In the hotel where Huang Jinrong stayed.

It was already late at night, but the room was full of people, and Huang Rongzheng was laughing with red faces.

"Master Withered Bamboo, I didn't expect you to come so soon, welcome."

Tang Daodao stood opposite Huang Jinrong, and next to him stood an ascetic old man who was the withered bamboo master, the martial artist of the Wuzun Realm.

The withered bamboo face is yellow and thin, but a pair of eyes exude fine light, the robe on the body is patched with a few patches, and the hands are clasped together and a Buddha horn is heard.

"It is the responsibility of my family to save people from fire and water.

Since Huang Shizhu is a friend of the river, he is also destined for the old monk, and the old monk naturally wants to help the donor through this catastrophe. ”

"Good, good, good."

Huang Jinrong exclaimed excitedly, and then said with a worried face,

"Master Withered Bamboo, that kid's cultivation is not shallow, are you sure you can deal with him?"

The withered bamboo smiled, and quietly put his hand on the marble tabletop, and when he took it away, there was an extra palm print on the tabletop.

Then, the withered bamboo swept it with his sleeve again, and the table was smoothed again, as if the palm print had never appeared.

"I don't know who Huang Shi thinks is higher in cultivation than the person you are talking about?" Withered bamboo asked.

Huang Jinrong was dumbfounded, and when he heard the words of the withered bamboo, he suddenly came back to his senses, and applauded vigorously: "Gao, of course the master's kung fu is higher!" ”

"Dang, dangdang."

Just as Huang Jinrong and Withered Bamboo were chatting, there was a knock on the door.

"Go see someone." Huang Jinrong commanded.

A bodyguard stepped forward to open the door, only to be stunned.

"Is Huang Jinrong here?" Li An stood at the door and asked with a smile.

The bodyguard shuddered, his legs limped back, and he shouted, "Huang ...... Huang Shao......"

"Is that you?" Tang Daodao glanced back and recognized Li An, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, and he immediately calmed down after thinking of the withered bamboo by his side.

Li An glanced into the house and saw Huang Jinrong, so he ignored Tang Dao and walked in to lock the door.

"Huang Jinrong, I want to talk to you."

As soon as Huang Jinrong saw Li An's late night visit, he almost didn't recover in one breath, and instinctively leaned towards the withered bamboo.

"Boy, I haven't looked for you yet, but I didn't expect you to come to the door.

Just in time!

Master Withered Bamboo, he's the one I mentioned to you! ”

Withered bamboo?

Li An's eyes fell on the withered bamboo, and naturally saw at a glance that this old monk was a master of the Martial Venerable Realm, and he laughed happily in his heart.

"Huang Jinrong, you invited a Martial Venerable Realm master to deal with me, right?"

Huang Jinrong thought that he had a backer, snorted coldly, and said arrogantly: "That's right." If you are interested, return my one million, and then abandon your martial arts, and I can also consider sparing your life. ”

"Then I thank you so much."

Li An sneered, and then preached at the withered bamboo,

"Great monk, do you really want to stand up for Huang Jinrong?"

The withered bamboo put his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name, and then said, "Monks are good to others.

The people who practice martial arts around the donor oppress people with force and take millions of dollars from Huang Shizhu, this is evil.

If the donor is willing to return the money to the Huang donor, and then abolish his martial arts, the poor monk is willing to let the donor enter my Buddhism. ”

"Great monk, I think you don't distinguish between good and evil.

Since you insist on helping the wicked man, then I have nothing to say, so let's do it. ”

"Amitabha."

The withered bamboo was noisy with the Buddha number in his mouth, and the person suddenly moved, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Li An, and slapped Li An's chest with a palm.

"Good!"

Tang Daodao secretly screamed, just with the speed of the withered bamboo, he would never be able to catch up.

Seeing Li An standing there motionless, Tang Daodao was even happier in his heart, thinking that Li An was scared stupid.

"Bang!"

Withered bamboo's hand pressed against Li An's chest, making a dull crashing sound.

Ordinary people like Huang Jinrong naturally couldn't see the doorway, but Tang Daodao was about to cheer when he opened his mouth, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back stiffly.

Tang Daodao naturally knew the power of the withered bamboo's palm, and the martial arts realm couldn't bear it at all, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

But......

After the dull voice sounded, Li An stood there without moving, and smiled.

The shock in Kuzhu's heart was far above Tang Daodao, he had already used eighty percent of his strength in the palm just now, and he originally planned to abolish Li An with one palm, but as a result, his palm was numb.

"Great monk, you slapped me, it's time for me, right?"

Knowing that something was wrong, the withered bamboo hurriedly pulled back, castrating a little faster than when he came.

It's a pity that his speed is fast, Li An is faster, and his palm is pressed on the chest of the withered bamboo like a shadow.

Everything was too fast.

In the eyes of outsiders, the withered bamboo didn't move at all, he just stood there and took Li An's palm, and then his body flew out upside down.

"Bang!"

The dead bamboo slammed against the wall with a thud, and the people fell.

"Master!"

Tang Daodao hurriedly rushed over, but saw that the withered bamboo's throat moved, and a stream of black blood gushed out of his mouth.

(End of chapter)