"You're right, but not entirely."

Song Feng stood up and said word by word, "I really want you to know that you have been taken advantage of, as for the reason, it is not as complicated as you think."

"I just don't want you to be a fool, and as for joining forces with you, I never thought about saving you."

Song Feng's words were like a bombshell, exploding in Wan Qinglong's mind.

Wan Qinglong was stunned and said, "You are telling me this, just because you don't want me to be a fool and have no intention of cooperating with me?"

"Congratulations, you got it right."

Song Feng slapped his slap twice, and said indifferently, "Wan Qingshan's father and son need you to die because they want to use your death to achieve ulterior purposes."

"At the same time, I want you to die, because a crazy person like you is too dangerous."

Among the many ruthless people that Song Feng encountered, Wan Qingshan was definitely able to rank first.

Knowing that disaster was coming, he planted a pulse bomb on his body in advance.

With this alone, Wan Qinglong would not be able to live.

A crazy and thoughtful Wan Qinglong is too dangerous.

I don't know when, I'll give Song Feng a look.

Song Feng can open up to weak enemies, but an enemy like Wan Qinglong should let him go to the underworld to report.

Song Feng stayed in the local area for longer and longer, and he had a lot of friends around him.

These people are not only Song Feng's friends, but also Song Feng's bonds.

Once Wan Qinglong continued to trouble Song Feng and used these people as a bargaining chip for threats, Song Feng would inevitably fall into trouble.

"Do you think I'm weird? That's right, that's my character."

Song Feng said lightly: "If I hadn't found out that you were both crazy and thoughtful, I might have raised my noble hand to spare your life, but now you don't have this chance."

Song Feng stretched out a finger and sealed Wan Qinglong's acupoint with true qi.

There are still dozens of minutes left before the silver needle pierces the heart.

Whether he can survive or not depends on Wan Qinglong's luck.

If someone enters here during this period, it will coincide with the time when they will save Wan Qinglong.

It shows that Wan Qinglong's life should not be extinguished.

If no one comes, it is also the fate of Wanqing Dragon.

Putting down this sentence, Song Feng tidied up the suit on his body and walked out of the small courtyard where Wan Qinglong lived.

Song Feng came secretly, and left equally secretly.

There are thousands of people in thousands of families, and none of them found out that Song Feng had ever been here.

Dozens of minutes later, a violent explosion occurred in the courtyard where Wan Qinglong lived.

Together with Wan Qinglong's lover, both of them died.

The shock wave generated by the explosion leveled all the flowers and trees around the courtyard.

When everyone arrived, they saw nothing but ruins.

Within a radius of 100 meters, you can't see a complete thing.

There was a deep pit left in the small courtyard, and the explosion was too powerful.

Wan Qinglong and his relatives were blown up at the moment when the explosion began, and there were no bones left, and even the bones could not be found.

"Song Feng is really not an ordinary person, and his methods are so ruthless."

Most of the relatives of Wan Wan appeared at the scene of the explosion, but Wan Qingshan and his son sat firmly at home.

He didn't care about Wan Qinglong's death.

Wan Wenhao said with a smile: "Father, Wan Qinglong's death will benefit us and do no harm, next, who will we launch to be the substitute for the dead ghost?"

"Let me think about this first."

Wan Yufan was discarded by Song Feng and is now a living dead, Wan Qinglong was killed by Song Feng by cruel means.

In this way, the hatred between Song Feng and Wan Jia has reached a new height.

When this hatred fermented to a critical point, no one could stop Wan Jia from taking revenge on Song Feng.

Wan Wenhao echoed: "What my father said is that when the time comes

It's our turn to show what we can do."

"At that time, even your grandfather and your uncle couldn't stop Wanjia's revenge."

"Those relatives who hate Song Feng to the core, will all stand on our side and help us complete the full control of the Wan family."

"What my father said is that through the small role of Song Feng, let our second room become the speaker of the family, and when grandpa dies, you will be the next head of the family."

Wan Wenhao quietly praised his father Wan Qingshan for being resourceful and making various plans step by step.

The plan for Song Feng can be described as a ring after a ring, and each link has been carefully arranged.

No one can see that in this conflict, it is not the Wan family that benefits the most, but their father and son.

Wan Qingshan picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

How can there be only one face in a wealthy family, whether it is Wan Qinglong or Wan Qingshan, they are all faces in front of people and faces behind people.

There are too many similarities between the two, they are extremely crazy in front of people, arrogant and domineering, and they are self-respecting.

People are smart in their own way, and they are able to set up a lot of plans for their own interests.

"By the way, during this time, your grandfather and your uncle will definitely investigate the cause of Wan Qinglong's death, you must not do anything superfluous, so as not to catch fire."

Putting down the teacup, Wan Qingshan told his son in a serious tone that now is an eventful time, and once someone finds out about it, it is likely to cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Wan Wenhao hurriedly said, "Father, don't worry, I know what to do, and I will definitely not cause you trouble."

"That's good."

The father and eldest brother will investigate this matter, and Wan Qingshan decides to brake quietly.

Stay out of the way to minimize their suspicion.

Find a few more brainless guys to be enemies with Song Feng, and when these guys die, the hatred between Song Feng and Wan Jia will completely reach a critical point.

It didn't take long for Wan Qingshan's phone to ring.

Seeing that it was his father Wan Hexiang calling, Wan Qingshan quietly gave Wan Wenhao a look.

"Father, what do you command?"

The phone was pressed speakerphone by Wan Qingshan, and an old voice came from inside.

Wan Hexiang, the head of the Wan family, said in a solemn tone: "Qingshan, Qinglong was killed at home, and the scene of the explosion was terrible, you should already know about this matter, right?"

Wan Qingshan said quietly, "I just received the news, and I was about to take my son to the scene to check and find out who was the killer."

"You don't have to go to the scene, there are people there to take care of, come to me right away."

Wan Qinglong died in the inner family of ten thousand families, his death was miserable, and his bones were gone.

The murderer's move was tantamount to breaking ground on Wan Jia's head, pressing Wan Jia's face to the ground and rubbing it hard.

Wan Hexiang personally called his two sons and relatives to him to study coping strategies.

Wan Qingsong and Wan Qingshan, who received the call one after another, took their son and wife respectively to Wan Hexiang's residence to discuss countermeasures urgently.

Half an hour later, the living room of the villa in the central area of the mansion.

Wan Qingsong and Wan Qingshan brothers gathered here.