Chapter 154, stealing the beam and changing the column (7)
Including Jin Xueliang and the others, the representatives of each family were at a loss as to how to deal with this unexpected incident. Only Yang Yi, who had remained silent from beginning to end, raised his eyebrows slightly and squinted at the beating scene in the corner. After a moment, his eyes shifted
, turned on the faces of Yang Jing, Zhou Shaohua, Sha Lang and all other Tianmen senior officials.
His expression changed several times, and a weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He quickly calmed it down, coughed a few times, and stood up: "Jin Xuan is dead, everything is over. We have completed the task ahead of schedule. Everyone, I'll take my leave first.
Already."
"Yang Yi, where are you going!" Fang Jian couldn't help but ask.
"Where else can we go? Go home." Yang Yi greeted his subordinates and walked out, saying as he walked: "Is Jin Xuan real? It is real. Is Jin Xuan dead? He is dead. Although the ending is the same as
There are some differences in the instructions given by the old men, but it can be regarded as a successful completion. Why should I stay here? Waiting to see people cry in mourning? "
"You..." Fang Jian wanted to stop him, but he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
While Yang Yi was walking, he picked a grape that was scattered on the rockery, threw it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "My life is at stake, brother, I will retreat first!"
"Ahem, the mission is accomplished, let's take our leave first." A family representative coughed a few times and called on his subordinates to walk out quickly. Yang Yi's words reminded him that the atmosphere at the scene had begun to change. These beasts in Tianmen
His breathing started to become heavy. There might be another riot. If he didn't leave, he might really die.
The others looked at the Tianmen gang members who were silent but began to exude dangerous auras around them, smiled bitterly to themselves, and wisely chose to retreat.
Not long after, representatives of seven families, including the Yang family, left one after another, taking away their guards.
Du Yanshan and others communicated with each other with their eyes, but no one could think of a way to deal with the situation, especially after feeling the increasingly dangerous atmosphere, no one dared to make the first move, otherwise God knows these people who were stimulated
How will the beast fight back?
Finally, under the push of everyone, Mu Xijie forced himself to speak, but he, who was usually very eloquent, was a little clumsy at the moment: "Dicheng, my condolences, by the way, people cannot be resurrected, this time is purely an accident. This... haha
...Look...can we...uh...take Jin Xuan's body back and give an explanation to the old men. But I promise to bring him back immediately after letting them see it!!"
"Look at your mother's head!!" Yang Jing and others turned their heads violently and roared in unison. Their red eyes spattered with blood, and fierce evil intent went straight towards Mu Xijie.
Mu Xijie's body trembled slightly, his face full of bitterness, and he spread his hands to Fang Jian and others, expressing that he was powerless.
Du Yanshan took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say: "Jin Xuan will die sooner or later. In comparison, shooting is a pleasant way. I don't sound good, but this is the truth. Di Cheng, calm down first.
Let’s take Jin Xuan’s body back to the capital, give the old men an explanation, and promise to bring it back before dark tomorrow.”
Di Cheng's expression was slightly dull, his lips moved slightly, he stood up slowly, and walked towards Jin Xuan as if he was lost.
Du Yanshan continued: "Dicheng, I can understand your mood, but..."
Zhou Shaohua roared angrily: "You don't understand! How the hell do you feel about killing your father and carrying his body around for people to watch? Do you think we are beasts and have no feelings?!"
Du Yanshan looked slightly angry, but could not say a word. Thinking about it carefully, this request was indeed a bit excessive. "Send the body back after shooting Jin Xuan" and "carry the body to the capital and then back" are completely different.
Concepts, one is kind and the other is blasphemous.
Di Cheng walked forward feebly, his voice hoarse and low: "Go back and tell those old guys that Jin Xuan is dead and the matter is over. I will keep the body. If anyone wants to see it, come to my Tianmen Heroic Spirit Cemetery. Remember...bring the painting with you."
lock up."
Du Yanshan opened his mouth, the words of request rolled in his throat, and finally turned into a sigh, waved his hands, stood up and walked out: "Jin Xuan is a person, let's bury him, and our Du family will come to pay homage to him another day."
Wu Zengde sighed feebly, and finally glanced at Jin Xuan in a pool of blood. Without saying anything more, he called his bodyguards to get up and leave.
As the Du and Wu families left, the Mu family and other families also chose to compromise, no longer raising the excessive demands, and left one by one. The Fang family was unable to survive alone, so they had to give up and asked their subordinates to carry the fainted Wang Weitao and others out of the hall.
.As for the Wang family guard who shot Jin Xuan, they simply chose to ignore it.
The major families left one after another, and only Tianmen, Jin family, Nangong family, Xiong family and others were left in the messy hall, and the atmosphere was depressing and heavy.
Jin Xueliang and the other three had complicated expressions. Even though they agreed to hand over Jin Xuan, at this moment, looking at the corpse with distracted eyes, they felt bursts of sadness in their hearts. He was dead, after all, and the all-powerful secret agent chief instructor cared for him.
A four-year crazy career has come to an end.
Di Cheng walked up to Jin Xuan, remained silent for a long time, bowed deeply, and prayed silently: "Brother, have a safe journey."
Yang Jing and others looked sad. They faced Jin Xuan's body and bowed deeply. Their whisper-like voices floated in the hall: "Brother, thank you. Tianmen owes you this life. We will definitely pay it back in the next life. Have a good journey, all the way."
Way to go."
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After leaving the Blue Rose Hotel, no one from the major families stayed and went straight to the airport or train station. They no longer gathered in the capital as previously agreed, but returned to their respective families. The development of the incident was completely beyond expectations.
Since Jin Xuan was not caught, there was no need for an investigation, so there was no need to go to Beijing again.
At nine o'clock in the evening, in the first-class cabin of the high-speed train returning to Hunan, the Fang family and others who booked the place were silent. After reporting the situation to his family, Fang Jian leaned back there and rubbed his temples vigorously.
, the scene at the Blue Rose Hotel replayed in his mind. I don’t know if it was because of Di Cheng’s arrogance, Wang Weitao’s coma, or Jin Xuan’s unexpected death, but he felt depressed and irritable.
"Minister Fang." When he forced himself to suppress his emotions and prepare to sleep, the guard from behind suddenly walked up.
"What's the matter?" Fang Jian asked angrily.
The man hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice: "I feel something is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Fang Jian opened his eyes, his face still looked ugly.
"I know the royal guard who shot Jin Xuan. His name is Ma Houfu. When we were in the army, I performed missions with him."
"So what?"
"He was a man of few words, calm and calm, and rarely got angry. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so impulsive. Even if he was nervous for a moment, he wouldn't shoot Jin Xuan."
Fang Jian had deep opinions on that Ma Houfu. He snorted coldly when he heard this: "The more honest a person is, the easier it is to lose his mind. Didn't you see the situation at that time? Everyone in the Wang family has been turned into a mad dog. If he doesn't fight back, sooner or later he will be killed by Tianmen."
Those beasts tore him apart."
"That being said, I always feel that something is wrong. How about... let's go back?"
"What are you going back for? Looking for a beating? Okay, okay, stop talking." Fang Jian was too lazy to pay attention to him, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
The man smiled coquettishly, said nothing more, and returned to his seat.
The atmosphere in the carriage returned to calm again, the breathing in the room gradually calmed down, and the gloomy face became normal, as if he had entered a state of sleep. Some of the other guards in the carriage were looking out the window, some closed their eyes and rested, and no one disturbed him.
However……
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Jian, who was "sleeping", slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were looking forward without focus, and strange lights flashed in his eyes. After a while, his brows wrinkled little by little, and his expression changed a little.
He looked solemn, as if thinking of some bad possibility.
"Minister Fang, what's wrong?" The secretary next to him noticed something strange about him and asked curiously.
Fang Jian did not answer, immersed in his own artistic conception. After more than ten minutes of silence, his eyes suddenly condensed and he said solemnly: "Try to contact representatives of each family, let's... return to Tianmen!!"
PS: The fifth update is here!! Brothers, have you seen it through? Hoho, the flowers are rising!! Come on, come on!!
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