At the headquarters of Shuanglongtang, two dragons are discussing.

"Brother, no matter what the price you pay, you have to exchange Xiaoyan for it."

Zhou Yong has no children, and he always treats his nephew as his biological son. His relationship is no less than Zhou Qiang, a father.

Zhou Qiang felt a little relieved when he heard his younger brother's words, but when he thought of the conditions of the Falcon Hall, he frowned again: "But Huainan and Huainxi industries are almost a quarter of my Shuanglong Hall. With 20 million cash, it is equivalent to asking for half of my Shuanglong Hall!"

Zhou Yong nodded. Falcon Hall was so lion-like!

Especially when he thought of that guy Xiao Chen, he hated him so much that his teeth were itchy!

Just as the two were discussing, the cell phone on the desk rang.

Zhou Qiang picked up his phone and looked at the strange number on the screen.

For some reason, he felt a little bad premonition in his heart.

"Hello?"

Zhou Qiang pressed the answer button.

"Boss Zhou, right?"

"Who are you?"

A hoarse voice came from the earpiece.

"Who are you?"

"Boss Zhou doesn't need to ask who I am. I have news, so Boss Zhou should be interested."

"What news?"

"I just got news from inside the Falcon Hall that your son Zhou Yan is dead."

"What?!"

When Zhou Qiang heard this, he stood up suddenly.

"If Boss Zhou doesn't believe it, you can find a way to verify it yourself... Boss Zhou, please be mournful and follow the changes!"

After saying the hoarse voice over there, he no longer gave Zhou Qiang a chance to speak, and hung up the phone directly.

“Hey? Hey?”

Zhou Qiang shouted a few times, but there was no other sound except beeping.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly called back, and the other side prompted that the phone had been turned off.

Bang!

Zhou Qiang sat on the chair, and his phone was unable to slide to the ground.

Xiaoyan died?

He was a little unbelievable.

"Brother, what happened?"

Seeing that the elder brother reacted so, Zhou Yong hurriedly asked.

"Ayong, someone told me just now that Xiao Yan is dead..."

Zhou Qiang looked at his younger brother and said powerlessly.

"Who? Xiaoyan?"

Zhou Yong didn't react at first, but when he reacted, he widened his eyes.

My nephew died?

How is this possible?

"Impossible, isn't he in Falcon Hall? We've seen him on the video just now!"

Zhou Yong couldn't believe it and shouted loudly.

"But the person on the phone said that Xiao Yan was dead."

Zhou Qiang's mind was a little blank, and even his eyes were a little dizzy.

"No, it's impossible...Who said it? Brother, maybe someone is joking!"

Zhou Yong clenched his fists, he couldn't believe it.

Zhou Qiang was a little relieved when he heard his younger brother's words. Yes, you can't believe that your son is dead just by just one phone call, right?

He bent down to pick up his cell phone and made several calls.

As the phone calls came out, his face became increasingly ugly. Although he did not get the exact news, someone said on the phone that something really happened at the Falcon Hall headquarters... As for what happened, it was not clear.

After verifying and not getting the exact information, Zhou Qiang finally couldn't help it and called Huang Xing directly.

Doudu…

It took a long time before the phone was answered, and Huang Xing's voice sounded: "Boss Zhou..."

"Huang Xing, where is my son?!"

Zhou Qiang was too lazy to talk nonsense to Huang Xing and asked loudly.

“…”

Huang Xing was silent for a few seconds, and Zhou Qiang got the news indeed!

"Huang Xing, where is my son the fuck you are talking to me?!"

Seeing Huang Xing silent, Zhou Qiang's heart sank. Could something really happen?

"Boss Zhou, you are in a state of rebellion... Zhou Yan was killed by someone."

Huang Xing was silent for a few more seconds and said slowly.

"After I came back from Longteng Club, I went to see Zhou Yan and found that he had his neck cut off..."

“…”

Zhou Qiang couldn't hear what Huang Xing said, and only a few keywords echoed in his ears, "being killed" and "cut off his neck".

"Brother..."

Zhou Yong looked at his elder brother's expression and was shocked. Could something really happened to his nephew?

"Xiao Yan...he...is dead."

Zhou Qiang finished speaking with a trembling voice, his eyes turned dark and he fell to the ground.

"Brother..."

Zhou Yong hurriedly supported Zhou Qiang, and his eyes also turned red.

"Hey? Boss Zhou, Zhou Yan's death was an accident... Someone killed him and wanted to take the opportunity to provoke the war between Falcon Hall and Shuanglong Hall..."

Although Huang Xing knew that such an explanation was pale and powerless, he had to make the final effort without explaining it.

"Huang Xing, is my nephew really dead?"

Zhou Yong grabbed his cell phone and shouted inside.

"Well, it's an accident..."

"Huang Xing, you are fucking waiting... I want to let your Falcon Hall bury my nephew... I want to use your heads and blood to fear my nephew!"

Zhou Yong also shook his body and shouted loudly into it.

“…”

"You all are going to die, wait for my Shuanglong Hall to revenge!"

After Zhou Yong finished yelling, he threw his phone to the ground.

"Xiao Yan is dead..."

At this time, Zhou Qiang also recovered a little, but he still couldn't believe it.

He is just such a son!

"Brother, we must avenge Xiaoyan!"

Zhou Yong's face was full of fierceness.

revenge?

Zhou Qiang looked at his younger brother, his eyes slowly recovered some light.

That's right, my son dies and you have to avenge him!

"Brother, we want to let the Falcon Hall bury Xiao Yan! We must cut off Huang Xing's head to pay tribute to Xiao Yan's spirit in heaven!"

After Zhou Yong finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

"Ayong, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Qiang shouted.
To be continued...