Zhou Yang nodded and said, "Grandma Yinhua asked me to come to you. She said you know where Qiao Yunjia is?"
Peng Shang's eyes jumped when he heard Granny Yinhua. "What do you want from Qiao Yunjia?" A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes, but he had no intention of inviting Zhou Yang to sit down in the office.
Zhou Yang didn't hide anything. Since Granny Yinhua said that she would find this person by herself, there should be no problem. He said directly: "I have been poisoned. Granny Yinhua said that only Qiao Yunjia can save me!"
Peng Shang did not rush to answer Zhou Yang's words, but began to think deeply. After ten seconds, Peng Shang looked at Zhou Yang and said, "You go to my office first!"
Following Peng Shang into the office, Zhou Yang realized that the luxury in the elevator just now was just the tip of the iceberg. Walking into the office, it felt like walking into the lobby of a big hotel. The space between the floor and the ceiling was at least ten meters.
It is surrounded by dark brown marble walls, a green soft carpet on the ground, a six-person conference table in the middle, two wooden doors on the left and right, and two different rooms behind it.
Peng Shang took Zhou Yang to the conference table. He poured a glass of red wine for Zhou Yang, and then stretched out his hand to signal Zhou Yang to sit down.
Zhou Yang had seen such a scene before, it looked like a country boy entering the city, but he still didn't act too reserved, and always had a faint calm on his face.
"Mr. Qiao is no longer in Beijiang, and I don't know where he is!"
Zhou Yang almost spit out his wine as soon as he drank it, and looked at this man in surprise.
Peng Shang smiled faintly, shifted his legs, and said: "Don't look at me like this. Mr. Qiao is not under my control, and I have no right to control him. I haven't seen him for a long time!"
"Then how can I find him? Even you can't do anything. Am I just waiting to die like this?" Zhou Yang calmed down, with a bit of unwillingness in his tone.
Peng Shang thought for a while and said: "I have his number, but I don't know if I can get through. Just wait!"
Peng Shang stood up and walked towards his desk, picked up the phone and dialed.
After coming over for a while, Peng Shang put down the phone, shook his head at Zhou Yang and said, "No one answered. That's how Mr. Qiao is. He doesn't want you to find him, and no one can find him."
Zhou Yang stood up dejectedly, drank the bitter red wine in the quilt, and walked out the door with his legs up.
Just as he walked to the door, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
Peng Shang immediately turned around and picked up the phone and said: "Mr. Qiao, eh, this is Peng Shang. There is a young man looking for you. He said... can you tell him?"
Peng Shang covered the receiver with one hand and shouted to Zhou Yang: "Boy, come here and tell Mr. Qiao if you have anything to do!"
After hearing what Peng Shang said, hope suddenly arose in Zhou Yang's heart. He walked quickly to Peng Shang and took the phone. He put it in his ear and said: "Qiao..." After saying only one word, Zhou Yang
Something feels wrong.
Granny Yinhua can call him Qiao Yunjia, Peng Shang is the boss, so she can call him Mr. Qiao, but what about me?
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have guessed what Zhou Yang was thinking, and called out a vicissitudes of voice: "Call me Mr. Qiao. First of all, why do you want to see me?"
Zhou Yang briefly explained what happened, but unexpectedly he hung up the phone after saying one sentence: "Why should I save you?"
Zhou Yang looked at the phone in a daze, and only a series of beeping sounds came from it.
Peng Shang came over and said softly: "Young man, you'd better go, this may be your fate!"
"Shit!" Zhou Yang cursed into the phone and walked out of the office quickly. There must be something wrong with this old man. He refuses to save you. He is so paralyzed. I will find you even if I am a ghost!
After leaving the Peng Group, Zhou Yang squatted on the street and thought for a while, then stood up and took out his phone and pulled out Liu Ming's number.
Since he is about to die anyway, he doesn't need to be so timid about doing things.
The phone rang for a while and Liu Ming answered it. Zhou Yang asked directly: "Liu Ming, where are you?"
"What's wrong? You still want to trouble me, I'm just trying to find you!" Liu Ming roared on the phone.
"Okay, tell me your address!" Zhou Yang sneered and lit a cigarette.
The person on the phone paused for a moment and said, "Okay, come under the bridge and let's end it!"
Zhou Yang took a taxi directly to the first bridge across the river.
Half an hour later, the car stopped on a bridge. When Zhou Yang got off the car, the driver looked at him twice.
The master was a little puzzled. Few people usually come to play in this place, because this bridge is one of the places where those gangsters in Beijiang solve problems. It is very messy and unclean!
Zhou Yang walked down the stairs at one end. The total length of the cross-river bridge was more than 2,000 meters, with square piers every ten meters in the middle.
When we reached the first pier under the bridge, the river receded very quickly in summer and autumn, and the water did not appear until the third pier in front.
The area on each pier is about 20 square meters, so it won't be a problem for 20 or 30 people to stand there.
At this time, Zhou Yang stood on it, looking at the yellowing rolling river water in front of him. He lit a cigarette and waited silently.
Not long after, a rush of footsteps came from above. Zhou Yang turned his head and looked at the bridge ladder behind him, and saw more than a dozen young people holding sticks running towards the bottom.
The leading man was Liu Ming, who still had a bandage on his chin. He had empty hands but an angry look on his face. As soon as he reached the bridge pier, he pointed at Zhou Yang and shouted: "Kill him, five thousand in one hand and one in one."
Ten thousand legs.”
When more than a dozen bastards heard this generous reward, they rushed toward Zhou Yang with howls and screams as if they had been given blood.
A smile appeared in Zhou Yang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a cruel smile.
When the edges of his pupils were replaced by blood, he let out a thunderous roar, and a strong killing intent burst out from his body. At this time, Zhou Yang had only one thought in his mind, that is, it would be best if Liu Ming fell at his feet.
Can never get up.
With a movement of his body, he faced the first gangster who rushed up. He punched the opponent directly on the bridge of the nose without any plan. The latter didn't even cry out in pain and fainted directly.
Zhou Yang's body turned into an afterimage, rushing into the opponent's crowd like a tornado.
Everywhere you look, there are sticks waving high.
Curses, screams, cries of pain, all kinds of sounds intertwined together.
In less than ten minutes, seven or eight gangsters had fallen on the ground, and only five or six were left fighting with Zhou Yang. Only then did they realize how powerful the person Liu Ming had asked them to deal with was.
I don't know when, a bright machete appeared behind Zhou Yang, and struck his back at an extremely fast speed.
Immediately, Zhou Yang was startled, and a sense of crisis arose spontaneously. Relying on a hint of intuition, he quickly tilted his body more than ten centimeters to the left.
Although his neck avoided the fatal blow, he was stabbed hard on his left shoulder, and a bloody gash five to six centimeters long appeared in everyone's eyes.
Seeing that Zhou Yang was injured, Liu Ming, who was standing aside, said excitedly as if he had won a jackpot: "Give me a knife and chop him to death!"
With a swipe, three of the five or six gangsters took out a saber of about twenty centimeters from their backs, emitting a cold light.
Zhou Yang was breathing heavily, like a hungry wolf, staring fiercely at the people opposite him with ferocious eyes.
Just before the opponent made the next move, Zhou Yang's body started up again and ran towards the bastard who just cut him.
His right hand turned into a sharp claw and grabbed the bastard's throat directly. He shouted loudly: "If you move again, I will kill him!"
boom!
Everyone stopped what they were doing. One gangster even ran to Zhou Yang's side and raised his saber, but he stopped.
It's true that they are bastards, and it's true that they often shout that they want their lives, but when faced with a real life-or-death decision, they give in!
Liu Ming jumped angrily on the sidelines, wondering why these guys didn't get involved. He quickly took out a wad of banknotes from his bag and shouted: "It's 10,000 yuan for a knife. Whoever strikes first will get the 50,000 yuan!"
At this moment, Zhou Yang raised his right leg and stepped on the gangster's knee. There was a "click" and the crisp sound of broken bones woke everyone up.
When this bastard howled loudly, Zhou Yang knocked him unconscious with a palm strike, turned around and stared at Liu Ming, and said word by word: "Today, I want you to lie here forever!"