"You killed my son! I want you to pay with your life!"
At this moment, although the uneasiness in his heart was extremely strong, Weng Shiyao still bit the bullet and retorted: "What the hell are you talking about? Your son was killed by Huo Huanyu. Does it have anything to do with me!?"
Zhou Wenwu sneered and said: "The matter has been found out. It was you who threatened my son, and then when he drank too much, you pushed him down and hit his head on the coffee table. That's why he died! You are the one who caused his death.
My son’s murderer!”
At this time, not to mention Weng Shiyao's expressionless face, even the white gloves next to him changed their expressions.
If it were just a simple conflict of interests, then everything would be easy to talk about.
But if it involves a human life lawsuit, this matter will be really shocking.
After taking a look at the group of people who were staring at Weng Shiyao with eager eyes, Bai Glove felt for the first time that the matter was difficult.
No matter how loyal he was to Weng Shixiong and no matter how strong he thought he was, he could not help him survive the lawsuit.
Because the Weng family stands too high, and there are too many people staring at the Weng family!
No one can bear such consequences.
At this time, White Gloves could only hope that Weng Shiyao had nothing to do with this matter.
But Weng Shiyao's pale face made Bai Gong's heart sink to the bottom.
Now Weng Shiyao... is really panicked.
No matter how powerful the second generation in China is, there are basically a few red lines that they cannot touch.
Toxic arms and human lives.
The former two will die if touched, while the latter will be disabled even if they are not killed.
"You fucking fart! I've never done this at all, you want to frame me!?" Weng Shiyao was like a lone wolf who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, making his last struggle.
"Weng Shiyao! Don't think that anyone with a strong background will be afraid of you! I, Zhou Wenwu, am indeed not as rich as your Weng family. Your Weng family can kill me with just a raise of your hands, but my only son is dead, so I still
What do you care about!? Even if you risk it, I will peel off a layer of your skin!"
Zhou Wenwu stared at Weng Shiyao with red eyes and roared with extreme grief and anger.
Weng Shiyao subconsciously took a step back. He turned to look at Meng Yehe again. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Meng Yehe say to Zhou Wenwu with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, the enemy is right in front of you now. What are you waiting for? Naturally, you want to let him go."
He paid the price."
Meng Yehe's words were like the final kick, completely kicking Weng Shiyao into the abyss.
"I'm going to fuck Meng Yehe. It was you who gave me the idea. Now if something goes wrong, you'll be the first to kick me out!?"
Meng Yehe looked at Weng Shiyao calmly and said calmly: "I don't understand what you are talking about. Also, please don't talk nonsense. You are already involved in a human life case. Do you still want to be sued for defamation by me?
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Weng Shiyao wanted to say something else, but at this moment the police car buzzed.
Li Jin looked at the farce in front of him expressionlessly. The furious Zhou Wenwu didn't know what he would do. It was better to leave this kind of matter to the police.
A group of official personnel in uniforms rushed to the scene. A man leading them came over and said seriously to Weng Shiyao:
"Weng Shiyao, you are suspected of being involved in Zhou Cong's death and are suspected of committing a major crime. Now I am subpoenaing you in accordance with the law. Please cooperate with our investigation."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and two of his men immediately came over and controlled Weng Shiyao.
Weng Shiyao kept struggling and roared: "Let me go, my father is Weng Shixiong, how dare you arrest me!?"