Mr. Jin was making a decision. He planned to take action immediately and transfer his property abroad. Then he would take his son to meet his wife early tomorrow morning and go abroad to live a new life together. But suddenly a worker from the Jin family rushed over. .
The worker was very anxious. The sound of knocking on the door was very urgent. This made Mr. Jin very curious. The servants who work in his Jin family are all well-educated people. They are rarely as anxious as now.
"Master, something serious has happened." Although the worker was anxious, he still remembered the etiquette and did not dare to enter Mr. Jin's study rashly. He just shouted through the wooden board.
"Come in and talk." Mr. Jin sat back down and said to Jin Long: "You go to bed first. Let's go find mom together tomorrow."
"Okay." Jin Long said and jumped away. When he left, he didn't realize that the servant he was familiar with and always had a calm face was very panicked at the moment.
"Tell me. What's the matter?" As soon as Jin Long left, Mr. Jin returned to his calm face and said to the workers in front of him.
"Master, a group of people broke in and said they wanted to collect debts," the worker said anxiously.
"Oh." Mr. Jin was curious. "Who are they?"
"I don't know. They said Mr. Ling owes them money and they want you to collect the money." The worker said in shock.
"Batian owes them money." Mr. Jin frowned. "It's done. You go out first. I'll be right back."
As soon as the workers left, Mr. Jin immediately made three calls. The first one was to Ling Batian. But Ling Batian didn't answer the phone. So he made the second call and asked someone to come back to Ling Batian as soon as possible. .As for the third phone number, it was a shocking number.
He actually mobilized a battalion of soldiers to drive to his home in a car with guns. When the division commander said they would arrive within ten minutes, Mr. Jin slowly stood up.
Mr. Jin walked out of the hall. He saw eight people in tattered clothes sitting proudly on the sofa in the hall. As soon as they saw Mr. Jin coming out, they sent a representative to speak.
"You are Mr. Jin." The representative did not stand up. He seemed to look down on Mr. Jin. This made the workers in Jin's family very angry.
Even Mr. Jin and the others dare to ignore them like this. What about the workers? I have to say that the people who can work in the Jin family are talented people. Even a Kao is a plant expert. These people are very arrogant. .No one is convinced. Only Mr. Jin is convinced.
"I'm just, what's the matter?" Mr. Jin didn't say much. He just sat in a corner by himself, looking very calm.
"Ling Ba Tian asked us to kill people. Now we have more than a hundred people dead. Three of them are cute masters. But our dead brothers never received a penny from the beginning to the end. Now I am on their behalf Come to collect money."
"What is your identity?" Mr. Jin asked. "What is your relationship with the deceased? Brother, father and son."
"We are friends." The representative did not expect Mr. Jin to ask something. But when he thought that he had eight innate masters on his side, he ignored everything and immediately became arrogant again.
"If we are just friends, then please let your friends and family members come." Although Mr. Jin's tone was light, it had a non-negotiable flavor.
"Do you know who you are talking to now? Do you know that we are all innate masters?" The representative suddenly roared.
Mr. Jin did not answer, because as soon as ten minutes passed, there was a sound of cars outside. Then dozens of soldiers ran in at a trot with guns in hand.
The number of soldiers who came was only one battalion, but these soldiers were led by a division commander. The division commander was not polite when he saw the eight refugee-like people in front of him. As soon as they entered, he immediately ordered people to point guns at them.
"Ask your friend's family members to come over." When Mr. Jin saw his people arriving, he showed no unnecessary expression and just repeated what he had just said.
"I..." The representative saw dozens of guns pointed at him and others. The man holding the gun could tell at a glance that he was an elite soldier among the elite. He couldn't help but be shocked.
No matter how good my martial arts skills are, I am still afraid of kitchen knives, let alone guns.
"Okay. If nothing happens..." At this time, before Mr. Jin could finish his words, his cell phone rang, abruptly interrupting him.
"Sorry." Mr. Jin apologized very gracefully. Then he took out his mobile phone and walked aside to listen.
"Minister Jin, we have found Mr. Ling." A man on the other end of the phone said a little anxiously and even more panicked.
"Have you found it?" They were also chatting on the phone. They didn't have to look directly at each other before Mr. Jin gave out a bitter smile like now. "Let him come back."
"Yes." Mr. Jin spoke so calmly. There was also an air of reluctance in his calmness, which made the man on the other end of the phone blurt out the order. But as soon as these words came out, he became a little flustered again. .The branches meet each other.
"Is there anything else?" Mr. Jin suddenly had a bad premonition and forced himself to calm down. "Go ahead. I'll listen."
"Yes..." the man responded quickly. He was one of Mr. Jin's closest confidants. He naturally knew the relationship between Mr. Jin and Ling Batian. "Mr. Ling..."
"What's wrong with him?" The bad premonition became stronger and stronger. Mr. Jin couldn't help being shocked. He was no longer calm.
"Mr. Ling, he is dead." Hearing Mr. Jin ask, the man struggled to say something, "Minister Jin, what should I do."
"Dead." Mr. Jin couldn't react at the moment. He didn't expect that this subordinate and good friend who had been by his side would die like this. Who killed him?
"Minister Jin." The other person on the phone asked cautiously again: "Are you still here?"
"Yes." Mr. Jin responded. "Take his body first and then send it back."
"Yes." The man responded immediately. At this time, he did not dare to delay any longer. In his memory, Minister Jin rarely lost his temper. He was only lucky enough to see him once.
No. It's not luck. It's misfortune. I remember that time when Minister Jin investigated a corrupt official and found out that the corrupt official not only committed corruption, but also raped prostitutes and murdered women. In anger, he ordered that the corrupt official and his party members be brought to justice. Execution. A total of more than seventy people died in that battle.
At that time, his tone was just like today. It was heavier than usual. It made people feel a sense of depression coming from the bottom of their hearts.
"Sorry. I just answered a phone call." Mr. Jin's face was obviously dull. He slowly walked back to the sofa where he was sitting just now. Then he seemed to light a cigarette very leisurely.
"Mr. Ma, please excuse me." Mr. Jin suddenly said after exhaling a puff of smoke. Ma Xingchang, who was leading the team at the side, was so frightened that his heart suddenly jumped. At that time, he was still thinking, "Does Minister Jin smoke?"
"Yes. I don't know what Minister Jin's orders are." Commander Ma asked vivaciously. Although his tone still contained the toughness of a military man, it was easy to hear that it was a bit flattering.
"Please help me get rid of these illegal elements..." Mr. Jin said something to Commander Ma. The soldiers under Commander Ma, and even the eight innate masters, raised their courage in their throats. After a long time, Mr. Jin finally let out a breath. .continued: "All executed."
"What." Mr. Ma was surprised at first. This is not in compliance with the rules. But when he thought about it, Mr. Jin had very good hands and eyes. The rules were a joke to him. After thinking about it, he did not dare to neglect it. He immediately Then he answered: "Yes."
As soon as Commander Ma responded to the order, his men raised their ears and were on full alert. When they heard Commander Ma's order, they suddenly loaded their rifles.
"Fire." Commander Ma shouted loudly. The soldiers who listened attentively to the order immediately hooked their fingers and clicked the trigger. Then bursts of gunfire rang out, accompanied by the rapid firing of bullets.
"No..." The eight innate masters screamed. But before they could finish their screams, they were shot by bullets and died.
There are not many innate masters to begin with. Last time in the Golden Triangle, the Ming army intentionally killed thirty innate masters. But tonight, Qin Yifeng killed more than 100 innate masters by himself. The last eight innate masters also died at this time. Under the hands of Mr. Jin, it can be said that most of the innate masters in China have been purged. The remaining masters in China are less than twenty.