Chapter 114 I swear I didn’t kill Uncle Kun

The appearance of Chen Changqing was something no one expected.

There are many specific reasons, but the main reason is actually one - too young!

After all, he was only twenty-eight this year, and he practiced internal martial arts. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a freshly graduated college student, so his appearance made Guohua and Niggai present frown.

But Han Chen, who was pretending to be transparent next to him, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Chen Changqing.

He turned to look at Ni Yongxiao, who had a normal expression, and then looked at the three people in front of him. He seemed to have thought of some possibility, and Han Chen couldn't help but flash a glint in his eyes.

But after a while, he returned to his previous appearance of harmless Maitreya Buddha.

And all this was seen by Ni Yongxiao.

But he didn't say anything. As Chen Changqing entered the door, the two briefly exchanged glances. Ni Yongxiao nodded and moved the old Pu'er tea aside.

He cleared his throat and glanced around: "I called everyone here today mainly because of three things."

"The first thing is to introduce a person to some uncles. His name is Chen Changqing. You can also call him Ah Qing or Ah Ren."

Chen Changqing, who had just sat down, stood up and looked at the big guys in front of him with a harmless smile on his face:

"Uncle Guohua, Uncle Negi, Uncle Wen Zheng, Han Chen..."

When Chen Changqing called out his name, the Guohua niggas and the others sat firmly. After all, in their eyes, Chen Changqing was just a junior, and when it came to Han Chen at the end?

Han Chen, who was playing with the Buddhist beads in his hand, stood up and shouted kindly:

"Qingzi, let me forget it. If you want to think highly of me, just call me Brother Chen."

Chen Changqing smiled and nodded, ignoring those arrogant seniors:

"Okay, I'll continue to call you Brother Chen."

Looking at Han Chen's friendly dog-licking look, the nigger Wen Zheng and the others couldn't help but feel contempt. Forget about trying to please Ni Yongxiao. Now they can even please a junior member of the Ni family. In their eyes, Han Chen is like

a dog.

Han Chen also noticed the looks in these people's eyes, but he didn't care, and even felt a little disdainful.

Everyone thought that the most terrifying person in the Ni family was Ni Yongxiao, but Han Chen knew that the young man in front of him was the most powerful person.

On the contrary, it was Ni Yongxiao. His eyes were a little complicated, and he didn't know whether to say he was filled with hatred or relief.

However, he hid his emotions very well. Except for Chen Changqing who noticed it, no one else noticed the strange look in Ni Yongxiao's eyes at all.

After Chen Changqing and Han Chen exchanged greetings, Ni Yongxiao coughed slightly, and he looked at the people present calmly: "Aren will not take over the family business, so the uncles don't have to worry, they called him here just to get to know each other.

After all, you can be considered your own family."

Ni Yongxiao's words did not arouse much reaction, and Ni Gui and Wen Zheng looked as usual.

They had been in contact with Ni Yongxiao on weekdays and knew that the way he spoke was like this, but Guohua was different. He vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, especially the way Ni Yongxiao looked at him at this moment, which made Guohua feel inexplicably uneasy.

Sure enough, the next moment, as Chen Changqing sat down, Ni Yongxiao asked calmly:

"It's been three years. I wonder if your uncles still remember Dad?"

The nigger frowned and subconsciously asked:

"Axiao, you mean to say that the murderer of Uncle Kun has been found."

Ni Yongxiao did not answer immediately, but glanced around calmly, his eyes not stopping on anyone. However, Han Chen, who pretended to be transparent, felt that Ni Yongxiao was looking at him like a poisonous snake staring at him.

This made Han Chen feel nervous. Fortunately, Chen Changqing coughed lightly the next moment.

Ni Yongxiao withdrew his eyes, glanced at Chen Changqing, and then looked at his third uncle not far away:

"Uncle Third, do me a favor and bring the three of them here."

The third uncle nodded and said nothing more. Being taciturn by nature, he turned around and walked out the door.

In less than a minute, the third uncle opened the door and walked in, with three men behind him.

His body was tied with a rope, his eyes were blindfolded, and his mouth was covered with a white cloth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

This made the eyes of several people present flash with confusion. They felt vaguely familiar with the three people following Uncle San, but they couldn't remember who they were.

Looking at their puzzled looks, Ni Yongxiao took a sip of tea and explained calmly: "The three of them were dad's bodyguards, but they were nowhere to be seen when dad was killed three years ago."

Everyone's expressions changed, but it was the three bodyguards who reacted most strongly.

The moment Ni Yongxiao spoke, the three bodyguards knelt down with a plop.

Because his mouth was blocked and he couldn't speak, the only thing he could do was to kowtow with his head.

The knocking was so loud that if it weren't for the carpet on the ground, it felt like these three people could have smashed their heads.

Looking at the three bodyguards who were kowtowing crazily and trembling out of fear, Ni Yongxiao calmly pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and asked with a normal expression:

"Tell me, who ordered them to leave in the first place?"

The faces of Ni Gui and Wen Zheng changed. Wen Zheng's mood fluctuated the most. He subconsciously looked towards the door not far away.

But when he saw the unsmiling Luo Ji standing next to his third uncle, Wen Zheng's heart sank, and he couldn't help but feel the fear of death. But what he didn't expect was that the first person to react was not him, but someone in the house.

In his eyes, Guohua is safer than himself.

Subconsciously, almost at the moment Ni Yongxiao's voice fell, Guohua, who looked frightened, stood up in panic and explained:

"Axiao, I swear this matter has nothing to do with me."

Ni Yongxiao wants to kill himself!

This is the only thought in Guohua's mind at the moment. In his opinion, the only people who may die today are himself and Wen Zheng. Ni Yongxiao saved Wen Zheng before, which means that he is Ni Yongxiao's target!

So Guohua panicked because he didn't want to die.

But Ni Yongxiao shook his head and looked at him calmly: "Guohua, you don't need to explain."

"boom!"

Han Chen slammed the table, and the Maitreya Buddha before turned into the hell Shura.

The gloomy expression, ferocious eyes, and suppressed voice gave people the feeling of whispering before a volcano erupted: "Did you kill Uncle Kun?"

Guohua denied it in a panic and shouted loudly:

"Why should I kill Uncle Kun!"

Everyone knows that Han Chen is the bastard of the Ni family, but everyone knows better that the reason why Han Chen helped the Ni family was because Han Chen owed Ni Kun his life. It was precisely because of this incident that everyone in the world knew about Han Chen.

Emphasis on friendship.

This is not the kind of persona that Gandhi exaggerated. In the years after Ni Kun died, Han Chen had already made it clear with his actions.

What if Han Chen thinks that he killed Ni Kun?

Guohua couldn't help but panic. He even suspected that Han Chen would tear him apart in the next second.

What made Guohua even more shocked and angry was that Wen Zheng actually jumped out at this time.

In fact, Wen Zheng was very panicked at first. He thought he was going to be doomed and even made plans to escape, but soon he found that he could not escape.

But it didn't matter, there were twists and turns, and Guohua actually jumped out when no one expected it.

Wen Zheng was happy. He really thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect that a big fish exploded. It didn't matter whether Ni Kun was killed by Guohua. In short, the dead Taoist friend was not the poor Taoist. Wen Zheng jumped into the wolf on the spot.

He shouted with a fierce look:

"You fart on horseback! Don't think I don't know what you and Gandhi are doing secretly!"

Guohua was angry, but he was so panicked that he could only shout clumsily:

"Wen Zheng, I'm warning you, don't spit on anyone."

But his excuse was so feeble that Guohua could only turn to the only savior: "Nigger, you know that I was not in Xiangjiang when Uncle Kun was killed."

But the nigger looked embarrassed. He quietly distanced himself from the other party and said tactfully:

"Guohua, you make it impossible for me to answer."

What do you want a nigger to say?

Looking at the ferocious look on Han Chen's face and Wen Zheng's look like you killed Ni Kun, niggas really don't dare to speak for Guohua at this time. Besides, the most dangerous person now is not Han Chen or Wen Zheng.

Zheng, but Ni Yongxiao sitting opposite him.

Even though the other person looks calm now, people who are familiar with Ni Yongxiao know that the calmer the expression on his face, the more scary he is.

Every nigger said this when he saw it, Guohua had no choice.

As if his bones had been removed, Guohua, who was pale and sweaty on his forehead, sat down on the chair with a plop. Looking at Ni Yongxiao, who looked plain not far away, a wry smile appeared on Guohua's face:

"Axiao, this matter really has nothing to do with me. You have to believe me."

But the more he talked, the less confident Guohua felt, because the question now was not who killed Ni Kun, but who the Ni family thought killed Ni Kun.

It's your own fault?

Shooting yourself in the foot?

Guohua now knows what retribution is. If he hadn't been so careful at the beginning, he wouldn't have been killed.

However, the next moment, what stunned Guohua was that Ni Yongxiao pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. He looked at himself calmly and said three words lightly:

"I believe you."
Chapter completed!