The soldiers heard the movement in the house and rushed in, but most of the soldiers went to put out the fire, and some were trapped by the fire, so only a dozen people came.

And Wen Junzhi had already leaped dozens of meters away with the little flower.

Suddenly, he stopped and placed Xiaohua on a branch, and Xiaohua clung to the thick branch and looked below, which was at least seven or eight stories high.

She didn't dare move.

Wen Junzhi stood on the branch, as if he didn't have a little weight.

This time he took out a box of matches, lit one, and with a flick of his finger, the match flew in the direction of the manor.

The farm plane also flew over the estate.

The soldiers rushed into the reception room and saw a terrible and tragic scene.

They were so frightened that their legs went limp, and they almost fainted.

It's over, and the Argonne commander is dead.

Right under their noses, they were killed, and the chairman will definitely not let them go.

Suddenly, someone whispered, "Why does the smell of gasoline get stronger?"

As if thinking of something, the soldiers shouted, "Hurry up!"

With that, the crowd rushed in the direction of the terrace.

Wen Junzhi's match had already flown and landed on the roof of the villa, and the raging fire rose into the sky, and even a violent explosion occurred because of the rich oxygen.

Only a few soldiers were swept away by the air wave generated by the explosion, and the rest were trapped in the house by the flames, and there was no way to escape, only to let out a terrible scream and be burned to charcoal.

For a time, the gorgeous manor seemed to have become a hell on earth.

Seeing this scene, Xiaohua trembled.

Although the man in front of him looks handsome and noble, he is actually a very cruel person in his core.

Ruthless.

It's horrible.

"It's cleaned up, let's go." Wen Junzhi pulled her up again and disappeared into the darkness.

In the dead of night, Xiaohua's parents were sitting in the hall hugging each other and crying.

"The boss has been missing for so many years, and he has not been found, and now even the little one is gone, why is our life so miserable!" Xiaohua's parents are both authentic local farmers and have little culture, but they look at their children like eyeballs.

Xiaohua's father hugged his wife, and he was in tears.

"God, why are you so unfair, our family has never done anything hurtful in our life, why do you do this to us?"

It was at this moment that they heard a sharp knock on the door.

Both were taken aback.

"Who could it be so late?"

"Could it be that Xiaohua is back?" Mother said excitedly.

Although my father knew that it was impossible, he still had a glimmer of hope and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door.

Squeak –

The door shaft has not been oiled for a long time, making a nasty sound.

When the lights in the house shone on the face of the man outside, my father thought he was wrong.

He rubbed his eyes, "Little flower? I, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Dad, you're not dreaming, it's really me!" As soon as Xiaohua saw her relatives, she burst into tears and threw herself into her father's arms.

"Little flower, it's really my little flower!"

The mother ran out in a hurry, and the three of them hugged each other and cried.

"Xiaohua, where have you been these days, you have killed us in a hurry!" The mother asked, crying.

Xiaohua looked around, pushed the two into the room, and said, "I...... I was captured by the Biaobei, and they want to sell me to the kilns in the southeast."

When the parents heard this, their faces changed.

"And how did you escape?"

Xiaohua thought for a moment and said, "I met the gods."

And Wen Junzhi, after solving the forbidden plant farmland close to my country's Yun Province, also embarked on the journey home.

He dialed a number from abroad, and soon connected, and a magnetic voice came from the microphone: "Mr. Wen, is the matter done?"

"It's settled." Wen Junzhi smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Thank you for your help this time. Mr. Yang."

"It's just a small thing." Mr. Yang laughed, "They really thought I would do this kind of business, what a joke. If I were willing to touch the contraband business, where would it be their turn, I would have already occupied the entire Southeast Regions market."

Wen Jun stopped: "Yes, Mr. Yang is majestic, how can the pattern be so small? We still have to ask Mr. Yang to worry more about our business."

Mr. Yang said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wen, I like to do business with smart people, and with you as a business partner, we will definitely be able to go further." When will you come to Lan Fangguo, I will invite you to tea."

"Okay, next time I go to Lan Fangguo, I will definitely come to visit."

On the way back to Darong City, Wen Junzhi received a message from Bai Zhou, asking him to help find the person on the portrait.

When Wen Junzhi saw that person, he felt very uncomfortable.

He couldn't say why, he always felt that this person was very dangerous, like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, which would rush out at any time and bite someone.

He passed the portrait to the intelligence agencies he worked with, using all his connections and forces to investigate.