"Uncle Fu is the boss behind the four major families in China."

Hu Fan considered it carefully and said, "I think Uncle Fu and Lin Feng must be related to Nie Kong."

"Too."

Diao Yuantu said: "Then make arrangements. I will go to No. 3 Ximen Street in the evening to meet that Lin Feng."

"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away."

Hu Fan was about to leave, but suddenly stopped when he reached the door.

As if remembering something, he said: "I received news that Giljin has been bought by Mr. Bao."

"What does it matter? The temple water and royal soil of the Five Elements Divine Guard have all surrendered to me."

Diao Yuantu sneered and said: "How could the little tricks Bao Xilai did in private escape my eyes?"

"You are still a cunning old man with sharp eyes and foresight."

Hu Fan said flatteringly and exited the office.

...

The old house at No. 3 Ximen Street.

A black full-size SUV sped up and braked suddenly.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, one of the tires couldn't bear it and burst, and a corner of the car collapsed.

"What's going on?"

Shangui jumped out of the car, looked at the flat tire, and rubbed his chin in surprise.

"Brother, unless you're driving like a tank, other cars won't be able to handle it."

A man in black in charge of the motorcade came over and said with a wry smile.

"Then get me a tank to drive."

The mountain ghost said nonchalantly.

"You can get it, but you can't drive it out or get a license plate."

The man in black said helplessly: "Besides, you don't have a tank driving license."

"The world is in such fucking trouble right now."

Shangui muttered something, walked behind the car and opened the trunk.

An old man was curled up inside, moaning in pain, with his arms and legs folded together.

All the bones inside were broken, leaving only the tendons and skin attached.

Yue Qiu Shan, who was ranked third on the list, never imagined that while taking a nap, a person would suddenly break into the house.

Originally, Yue Qiu Shan thought he was a newcomer who came to challenge his ranking on the Heavenly Ranking, so he didn't take it to heart and thought of dismissing him casually.

But he didn't expect that this man's martial prowess was far superior to his own.

And he was ruthless.

I just asked: "Is your name Yue Qiushan?"

Yue Qiu Shan replied coaxingly: "Yeah, what's going on?"

Then, his hands and feet were broken, and he didn't even have a chance to resist.

"I can give you the third place on the Heavenly Ranking, please spare my life."

Lying in the trunk, Yue Qiushan said in a weak voice: "I have a centenarian mother above me and a three-year-old grandson downstream. They all need my care!"

"What the hell is third on the list?"

Shangui picked up Yue Qiu Shan and walked into the old house, arriving at the door of the courtyard where Miao Qing lived.

Ning Zhao was still standing at the door watching Miao Qing pack her things.

She tried to help several times but was rejected by Miao Qing.

Fortunately, he didn't help. Miao Qing was very slow to clean up due to her inconvenience.

Otherwise, by the time the mountain ghost comes back, Miao Qing will be gone.

"Little brother, this is what the master asked me to give you."

The mountain ghost threw Yue Qiu Shan in front of Ning Zhao.

Ning Zhao looked at the little old man folded up by the mountain ghost and asked strangely: "What is this?"

"The master asked me to capture it and give it to you. He said it was called Yue Qiu Shan."

The mountain ghost said nonchalantly.

"Uh, this is Yueqiu Mountain?"

Ning Zhao looked at Yue Qiu Shan, who was lying on the ground as if he was about to die. He looked like a master from the Heaven Ranking.

He asked with some disbelief: "Brother, are you sure he is Yue Qiu Shan?"

"Hello!"

The mountain ghost kicked Yue Qiu Shan and asked, "Is your name Yue Qiu Shan?"

"No no!"

Yue Qiu Shan quickly denied it.

Now he has come to his senses, it must be this unfortunate name that caused him to suffer this unexpected disaster.

If you just refuse to admit it, your life may be saved.

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

Ning Zhao said a little unhappy.

"Holy shit? I just asked you if you were Yue Qiu Shan. How did you say yes?"

The mountain ghost kicked Yue Qiu Shan again and cursed: "Since it's not Yue Qiu Shan, then just throw it into the backyard and bury it!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Qiu Shan became even more panicked.

"No, no, no!"

Yue Qiu Shan quickly said: "I am Yue Qiu Shan, I am Yue Qiu Shan!"

"Look, I'll just say he is."

The mountain ghost said: "How could I arrest the wrong person?"

"Whether it is Yueqiu Mountain or not, Xiaoqing should know best."

Ning Zhao turned to look at Miao Qing's yard again.

"No matter what, the master asked me to capture Yue Qiu Shan and bring it to you. My character is complete."

After the mountain ghost finished speaking, he whistled and left.

"Hey, are you really Yue Qiu Shan?"

Ning Zhao squatted down and looked at Yue Qiushan and asked.

"I am really Yue Qiu Shan! The third Yue Qiu Shan on the Heavenly List! It's guaranteed to be true!"

Yue Qiu Shan said quickly and anxiously.

"If you lie to me, you will be dead."

Ning Zhao stood up and bent down, dragging Yue Qiu Shan into the yard and to the door of Miao Qing's room.

Miao Qing was sitting on the ground packing her suitcase when she heard the sound and turned her head.

The first time he saw Yue Qiu Shan being dragged to the ground, he was immediately shaken and his eyes were sharp.

Seeing Miao Qing's reaction, Ning Zhao knew that he had caught the right person.

He smiled shyly and said, "Don't you always want to seek revenge from Yue Qiu Shan? I got it for you."

"Yueqiu Mountain!"

Miao Qing flashed a fierce light and bared her teeth.

The scene when my grandfather was dying came back to my mind again.

He picked up the crutch on the ground and hit Yue Qiu Shan on the head.

"Ouch!"

Yue Qiu Shan screamed in pain and wanted to cover his head, but both arms were broken by the mountain ghost.

"Do you still remember Miao Shenghui, who was killed by you eighteen years ago?"

Miao Qing asked in a hissing voice.
To be continued...