After Chen Yu and Xia Shanhu separated, they went to the river embankment to practice. When they passed by the place last night, they saw a trace of rolling on the grass and it was a little messy. The scene at that time appeared in his mind.

My heart was throbbing slightly, but I quickly calmed down.

He has forgotten the years since he has been cultivating, and he is at a loss as to how old he is. This sentence is perfectly suitable to describe him now.

Time passed quietly, until his stomach growled, he opened his eyes, stood up, and left the river embankment.

After eating, I returned to the hotel and found the door to my room completely open in the corridor, which was a bit weird.

Chen Yu frowned, feeling a little angry. Last time it was Wang Yike's family, who are they this time? Do you think his room is a vegetable market, and he can come and leave whenever he wants?

He snorted coldly, walked over and saw three people in the room.

A hotel waiter, a capable bodyguard in a suit, and a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, all sitting in the middle of the room, wearing casual clothes, exuding a kind of majesty that has long been in power, making people feel...

He unconsciously shrank by three points in front of him.

Chen Yu ignored the other two people, only looked at the waiter, and said coldly: "Why did you bring a stranger into my room?"

"I..." The waiter forced a smile but hesitated to speak.

At this time, the middle-aged man snapped his fingers and said, "You can leave."

If the waiter was granted amnesty, he quickly left the room and did not dare to stay for a while.

Then the man stood up, came to a position less than half a meter away from Chen Yu, and said in a deep voice: "My name is Wu Zhenjiang, do you know me?"

An invisible momentum rushed towards his face, like a lion opening its mouth, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

If he were an ordinary person, his feet would probably be shaking at this time and he would not be able to speak clearly. But Chen Yu was not an ordinary person. He said calmly: "If you don't know me, please leave."

Wu Zhenjiang's eyes showed admiration: "You are quite brave to remain calm in front of me."

"If you don't leave, I'll be rude." Chen Yu narrowed his eyes and became impatient.

Wu Zhenjiang asked: "How do you want to be rude?"

Chen Yu raised his hand expressionlessly.

"Want to take action?" Wu Zhenjiang shook his head in disappointment, "This crude method is the most stupid."

The bodyguard behind him stepped forward and put one hand on Chen Yu's shoulder.

Wu Zhenjiang snapped his fingers and said calmly: "Take him away."

After saying that, he walked towards the door, but before he even got out of the corridor, he heard a bang behind him, and then the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by a groan of pain that spread throughout the room.

But... why does this moaning sound sound so familiar?

Wu Zhenjiang turned around suddenly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and was shocked to see Chen Yu standing there, while the suit bodyguard was lying on the ground, covering his arm and wailing. Judging from the degree of bending of the arm, it was obviously broken.

Chen Yu looked at him and said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether the method is crude or refined, as long as it is useful."

Wu Zhenjiang's face became more solemn: "I didn't expect you to be a practicing practitioner."

Chen Yudao: "Tell me who you are and I will decide whether to let you leave or not."

Wu Zhenjiang laughed heartily, as if he was amused by Chen Yu's arrogance. After half a minute, he stopped laughing and said, "I am the chairman of Jiangzhou Huanyu Group."

Chen Yu frowned: "Wu Haoyu's father?"

"That's right." Wu Zhenjiang sneered, "Are you surprised or surprised?"

Chen Yu nodded: "It's a bit unexpected."

"When you killed my son, you should have thought of this day."

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, then clapped and laughed: "So your son is dead. Congratulations."

The applause was loud and crisp.

Wu Zhenjiang, who had always been calm and composed, became furious and reached out to grab Chen Yu's collar, but Chen Yu grabbed his wrist instead and asked provocatively: "Uncle Wu, what do you want to do?"

Wu Zhenjiang gritted his teeth and said: "You killed my son and you still dare to laugh at me like this. Do you want to die? Bastard!"

Chen Yu said calmly: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. You said I killed your son, do you have any evidence?"

Wu Zhenjiang's eyes were cold and malicious, and he said slowly: "My son has your fingerprints on him."

Chen Yu nodded: "If this is evidence, it can be handed over to the police."

Wu Zhenjiang fell silent and did not speak.

"Your son is so stubborn. His enemies line up from the street to the end of the street. He deserves to be killed. Oh, you should be more careful in the end. Maybe some people think that killing your son will not satisfy their hatred, so they will come after you, a white-headed man."

Wu Zhenjiang was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he couldn't say anything.

Chen Yu shook off his wrist and said coldly: "Get out of here, slow down and I will hit you."

After saying that, he kicked the bodyguard on the ground out of the room and closed the door with a clang.

The moment the door closed, Wu Zhenjiang's expression instantly returned to calmness. It was not at all like the mixture of hatred and anger just now. He glanced at the bodyguard and said, "You are very noisy."

The bodyguard quickly shut his mouth and did not dare to moan.

Wu Zhenjiang turned around and left without even looking at the bodyguard with a crippled arm, his face covered with ice and coldness.

When he walked out of the hotel, a Lamborghini parked in front of him at the right time.

Wu Zhenjiang got into the car, sat in the back seat and gently rubbed his temples, his expression gloomy.

In the driver's seat, a tall middle-aged driver asked in a low voice: "Mr. Wu, how are you doing?"

Wu Zhenjiang said with a ferocious face: "In the past two days, I visited everyone who went to the KTV that day, and Chen Yu was the most suspicious. He disabled A Liang's arm in two seconds, which is completely consistent with beating Haoyu to death with his bare hands.

The murderer setting."

The driver said angrily: "Do you want to call the police?"

"Call the police? Call the police for what? If the police arrest him and take him back, even if it is verified, he will be imprisoned for ten to twenty years at most. How can they compensate for my son's life?!"

"Mr. Wu, what do you mean?"

"Find someone to cut him into a stick and drag him in front of me. I will make his life worse than death!"

"Yes! I'll contact my friends on the road right away and we'll start tonight."

The driver took out his cell phone and started contacting people.

Wu Zhenjiang leaned on his seat and rubbed his temples, but the more he rubbed, the more ferocious and terrifying his expression became. He muttered viciously: "I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go! Chen Yu, I don't know who you are.

You are not the real culprit who killed my son, but if you dare to be so arrogant in front of me, you are destined to pay the price. Don't blame me, if you do, blame my son for dying in such a miserable way!"

While he was muttering, he didn't know that a pair of cold eyes were projected from above, staring at his car for a long time before dissipating.

In the hotel room, Chen Yu stood in front of the window, looked away, and then closed the curtains.

"I remember the license plate number 3507. I hope you won't do anything stupid, otherwise I will send you to reunite with your son."

While muttering, there was a knock on the door.
Chapter completed!