() "Yes, of course..." Chen Fu nodded, "But we are a Qimen Tantric Sect, a magic sect. It is completely different from the Qimen Qimen who tell people's fortunes and read Feng Shui. They are in front of people,
We are behind the people. Nine out of ten of them are trying to cheat people out of their jobs, while we are actually helping our customers solve their problems..."
"Eliminate disasters and solve problems?" Zhang Qiang sneered: "You don't have any limits, right?"
There was also a sneer on Chen Fu's lips: "The art of Qimen originally came from the emperor's family. Looking at the emperors of the past generations, who has a limit to what he can do?"
Zhang Qiang nodded: "That's why you won't even let a weak woman go. You set a trap to defraud my mother of all the money she used to save her life, and then created the illusion that she committed suicide, right?"
Chen Fu's eyes flickered and he lowered his head.
"Tell me, was this done by you alone or was the entire Qimen involved?"
"Of course I did it alone!" Chen Fu raised his head, his expression seemed a little surprised, "Boss, such a trivial matter... I can't even tell a few people in the birth sect, let alone the entire Qi sect.
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"Shengmen?" Zhang Qiang suddenly realized. There are eight Qimen: Xiu, Sheng, Shang, Du, Jing, Jing, Death, and Kai. This Chen Fu is just a member of the Shengmen.
"In that case, you will pay for it with one life!" Zhang Qiang waved his hand and was about to execute Chen Fu on the spot, but he heard a loud bang, a cloud of smoke rose from the ground, and Chen Fu disappeared.
Zhang Qiang laughed loudly, and in his hand was a black jadeite tablet, and a small instant puppet technique. The Zhang family and his son immediately froze.
He took his time and checked the whole building from top to bottom, then walked outside the house and walked around the wall. He saw Chen Fu motionless under the wall in the northeast corner.
Chen Fu still maintained his running posture. At this moment, he heard the sound of Zhang Qiang's footsteps, and sweat started to flow from his forehead.
"Is this the escape technique in Qimen Dunjia? It's a bit interesting. But I have always been very experienced in dealing with this method. Because my old opponent is a famous escape expert."
Putting a hand on Chen Fu's shoulder, Zhang Qiang put away the little puppet technique, "Is there anything else you want to say?" he asked.
"I don't know who you are...but if you kill me, you will definitely get into big trouble..." Click! Before Chen Fu could finish speaking, his neck had been broken.
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"Threatening me will only make you die faster." He lifted up the bone-transforming palm with an expressionless expression. After a few seconds, Chen Fu's body had turned into a pile of black powder. This is the top of the mountain, and everything is covered with dust.
Zhang Qiang kicked the bushes a few times, and all the black powder dissipated into the grass...
After returning to the small building, I first removed the small puppet technique on Zhang Chen, then tied him back to the chair, and sealed his mouth with tape. After finishing, he also removed the small puppet technique on Zhang Jiantang.
"Zhang, Zhang Qiang...I beg you...if you want to kill me, just kill me and let Zhang Chen go, okay?" Zhang Jiantang begged.
"Okay!" Zhang Qiang smiled and nodded: "As long as you do as I say, I will let him go."
"Really, really?" Zhang Jiantang had a hint of joy on his face.
"Let's go back first." Zhang Qiang took Zhang Jiantang's arm and walked outside. Zhang Jiantang looked back at Zhang Chen with a panicked expression on his face: "Go back, where are you going? Why are you leaving him here?"
Zhang Qiang stopped talking, dragged Zhang Jiantang into the Mercedes-Benz, and then said: "Go back to your home."
Zhang Jiantang didn't dare to say any more, started the car and drove down the mountain.
Two hours later, the car stopped at the door of Zhang Jiantang's villa. The butler Zhang Lai immediately came up to him, and while opening the car door, he said: "Sir, several directors came to you just now and wanted to know why you wanted to take the chairman's money."
Give up your seat to..." Having said this, Zhang Lai was stunned when he saw Zhang Qiang.
"Are they still inside?" Zhang Qiang asked before Zhang Jiantang could speak.
"When they saw that the master had not come back, they went back to eat first and said they would come back in the evening..."
Zhang Qiang nodded: "Everyone go in."
The three of them entered the villa. Click! Zhang Qiang had broken Zhang Lai's neck. Zhang Jiantang was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground. He looked at Zhang Qiang and trembled: "You, why did you kill him?"
"If I don't kill him, how will I do anything?" Zhang Qiang walked towards the study, "Come on, let's hurry up."
Zhang Jiantang followed Zhang Qiang slowly, and the two entered the study. Zhang Qiang nodded at the pen and paper on the desk, "Write."
"Write, what to write?" Zhang Jiantang was confused.
"Suicide note."
"Suicide note?" Zhang Jiantang immediately understood what Zhang Qiang wanted to do. His face turned pale, his mouth trembled for a long time, and he weakly said: "Okay...I'll die, I'll die...but you
Promised me..."
"Yes, I will let Zhang Chen go. I will do what I say."
After staring at Zhang Qiang for a long time, Zhang Jiantang turned his eyes to the paper and pen on the desk. "What, how to write?"
"You are so good at calculating people, how do you write it, and you still don't know?"
"Okay..." Zhang Jiantang took a deep breath, "I know what you want. I will write it more beautifully for you, but you also have to make it more beautiful for me."
Zhang Qiang smiled and nodded: "I will do it beautifully."
Zhang Jiantang picked up the pen and started writing quickly. After more than ten minutes, he had written densely on a whole piece of paper. At this time, he finally finished writing. Zhang Jiantang put down the pen, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Okay."
Zhang Qiang walked to him and looked down at the piece of paper.
Zhang Jiantang's literary talent is very good, and he writes in an orderly manner, which makes people understand what is going on at a glance. These contents are exactly what Zhang Qiang needs him to write. Some words even he did not think of, but Zhang Jiantang also wrote them.
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"Not bad." Zhang Qiang nodded with satisfaction. "Now, find a place to hang yourself up."
"Hang, hang up..." Zhang Jiantang's body swayed and he looked up at Zhang Qiang: "You, can't you give me a good time?"
"Then what's the use of your suicide note?" Zhang Qiang sneered: "Why, you have the courage to kill but not the courage to commit suicide? Think about my mother, it is already very cheap for you to leave your whole body now!"
Zhang Jiantang didn't dare to say anything anymore and stood up tremblingly...
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In the living room, Zhang Qiang was sweeping a pile of black powder on the floor with a broom, and then walked into the bathroom. After washing away the black powder, Zhang Qiang turned around and walked out without even looking at Zhang Jiantang, who was hanging on the shower head of the bathtub.
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It was already dark, and several luxury cars slowly drove into Tianliu Fang, heading towards Zhang Jiantang's villa. Several directors came again, including Zhang Jianxin, Zhang Jiantang's best friend.
His car was at the front. When he saw Zhang Jiantang's Mercedes-Benz parked in front of the villa, he couldn't help but grinned: "Finally we're back."
At this time, Zhang Qiang was coming out of the back door of the villa and walking toward the wall in the night. When Zhang Jianxin and others got off the car and walked into the villa, he had already reached the bottom of the wall. Whoosh! He stood up and jumped over!
