The night is like ink, and the stars are like a river.
On the top of the mountain.
A chill rushed from the soles of Wan Qiang's feet to Tianling Gai. His eyes widened and he stood stiffly on the spot, like a frightened stone sculpture, alive and motionless.
Through the moonlight, he could clearly see five big men in black lying in a pool of blood. From the corner of his eye, he could also see the blood-stained leaves drifting in the wind.
Picking leaves and killing people!
This was like a scene in a movie, and Wan Qiang was completely stunned!
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that someone in this world could have such a god-like killing method!
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Immediately, the sound of footsteps came from far away, and Chen Ye continued to walk towards Wan Qiang under the cover of night.
"Gudong!"
Wan Qianru woke up in a dream, swallowed his foam, and looked at Chen Ye with a horrified face, feeling that Chen Ye at this moment was like the King of Hell who came to claim his life.
His body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was being electrocuted, and he couldn't even hold the pistol he was proud of!
He picked up the pistol with his whole body trembling, and shouted in horror at Chen Ye:
"You...you just killed them with leaves? How did you do it? Are you a human or a ghost?!"
"No one can shoot me at this distance, not even the former King of Guns."
Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Chen Ye answered the question without stopping. There was no trace of fear on his face, and his tone was in an understatement, as if he was talking about an ordinary and trivial matter.
"Go...go to hell!!"
Wan Qiang completely collapsed, he roared and pulled the trigger.
Perhaps because he was too nervous, he, who was quite famous in the world for his marksmanship, closed his eyes at the moment of shooting.
However--
Before the trigger clicked and the bullet came out, Chen Ye appeared in front of Wan Song like a ghost. His right hand was like a pair of pliers, grabbing the pistol in Wan Song's hand.
Wan Qiang opened his eyes and saw Chen Ye close at hand. He was so frightened that his legs softened. He subconsciously let go of the pistol and sat down on the ground, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
The pistol jumped up and down in Chen Ye's hand like a toy, and soon turned into a pile of parts, with only the magazine left in the end.
"Huh...huh..."
Seeing Chen Ye dismantling the pistol in an instant, Wan Qiang's breathing became rapid, and the fear in his heart reached the extreme, and he screamed out loud,
"No...don't kill me! Please, don't kill me..."
"Tell me your identity."
Chen Ye took out a bullet from the magazine and interrupted Wan Qiang's words coldly.
Wan Qiang was so frightened that he almost fainted, his eyes went straight, and he stuttered:
"I...my name is Wan Qiang."
"Did the Wang family send you here, or was it the Shi family?"
Chen Ye squatted down, stared at Wan Qiang's face twisted in fear at close range, and asked with a smile.
"Bai...Mr. Bai."
"Master Bai?"
Chen Ye raised his eyebrows.
After he was released from prison, he only taught the Wang family and Shi family a lesson. He was a little surprised when he heard the word Bai Shao, and then Bai Ye's figure appeared in his mind, and he asked:
"Is it Bai Ye?"
"Yes, it is."
"Why did he want to kill me?"
"have no idea."
Wan Qiang shook his head subconsciously, and then faced Chen Ye's death gaze, he collapsed and almost cried.
"I really don't know! Mr. Bai asked me to bring people to kill you, and he also said not to kill the woman next to you!"
"oh?"
Hearing Wan Qiang's words again, Chen Ye looked thoughtful, and then he was too lazy to think about the trick and continued:
"Give me Zhuyeqing's mobile phone number."
"I...I don't know the president's phone number!"
This time, it was Wan Qiang's turn to be surprised. He widened his eyes and looked at Chen Ye in disbelief, "You... do you know the president?"
"Whoosh!"
This time, the response to Wan Gun was a sound that broke through the air.
Chen Ye flicked his finger, and the bullet in his hand whizzed out and penetrated Wan Qiang's head.
Blood spattered, Wan Qiang's body twitched, and the incredible expression on his face was frozen, becoming a photo of him before his death.
Chen Ye stood up, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Qiao Donglai.
Qiao Donglai replied almost instantly and sent the mobile phone number of Zhu Yeqing, the president of the Qinglong Society, to Chen Ye.
Chen Ye didn't stop and dialed Zhu Yeqing's number directly, but Zhu Yeqing refused to answer.
Chen Ye raised his eyebrows and then hit again.
This time, the call was quickly connected, and a cold voice came from the receiver:
"Who are you? Why do you have my phone number?"
In Villa No. 18 of Qinglong Villa, Zhu Yeqing, the president of Qinglong Association, sat on a mahogany chair, looking at the night view of the West Lake not far away, and asked coldly.
This was her private number, and very few people knew it. This was the first time she received a call from an unknown person.
Chen Ye held the phone in his hand and said as he walked towards the steep slope of the mountain top:
"Your brother Zhu Jian once knelt down and begged me in the Heavenly Prison to help you once I came out. However, it seems that you are living a good life and don't need my help at all."
"You...you are the young master?!"
On the other end of the phone, Zhu Yeqing, who had always been calm and collected, felt a thunderclap in her ears when she heard Chen Ye's words. She was so startled that she stood up suddenly and knocked over the teacup on the tea table next to her.
Snapped!
The expensive teacup fell to the ground and shattered.
But she ignored it and held her breath, waiting for a reply with excitement and anticipation.
All this was just because she had a brief phone call with the bamboo slip after she was imprisoned.
That was the only phone call between her and Zhu Jian after she was imprisoned.
During that call, the bamboo slips, known as the great lord of Jiangnan, said three words to his sister:
"Sister, keep an eye on Mr. Tianyu's news at all times. Once you learn that he is released from prison, go and see him as soon as possible.
Just say you are Zhu Jian's sister, and he promises me to help you once!"
These are two of the sentences that Zhuyeqing has always kept in mind, and even dreamed of them more than once.
In the past two years, she has been searching for information about Mr. Tianyu through the intelligence network, but there has been no response.
At this moment, she received this strange phone call. The other party claimed that her brother Zhu Jian had asked him for help in the Heavenly Prison. This made her immediately think of her brother's original instructions!
"Um."
Chen Ye responded softly.
"I'm sorry, Master. My brother once told me to visit you, but I have never been able to find out any information about you."
Zhuye Qing spoke quickly, then thought of what Chen Ye had just said, and suddenly realized something was wrong. The excitement and joy on his face disappeared, and he asked with an uneasy look:
"You took the initiative to call me. What's the matter?"
"Just now, six people from the Blue Dragon Society wanted to kill me, but I killed them. One of them said before he died that Bai Ye sent them."
Chen Ye stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the night in Jiangzhou, and said in a deep voice.
"Yes...I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know about this!"
Zhuyeqing's face changed with fright, and then he immediately apologized and said:
"I'm going to call Bai Ye right now to find out what's going on, and I'll make sure to give you a satisfactory explanation!"
"I'm at the top of Yunshan Mountain, and I only give you one hour."
After Chen Ye finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Zhu Yeqing to reply.
"Beep...beep..."
The call was interrupted. Listening to the blind tone coming from the receiver, Zhuyeqing took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
She has always been a calm and calm person, but Mr. Tian Yu is too special, and what happened tonight was too terrifying, so that she was confused just now.
"Hongzhu, I'm going out for a while. You can take care of your home."
Soon, Zhu Yeqing calmed down, walked out of the villa quickly, and said to a woman in black at the door.
"Yes, President!"
The woman in black took the order.
Zhuyeqing stopped talking nonsense and walked directly to the garage.
When she came to the garage, the door of a Rolls-Royce Phantom had been opened. A middle-aged man wearing a hat and with a cold expression was standing in the back of the car, putting his hand on the roof.
"Go to the top of Yunshan Mountain."
Zhuyeqing gave instructions and got into the car.
The middle-aged man drove the car out of the villa in silence.
In the car, Zhu Yeqing took out her mobile phone, dialed Bai Ye's number, and asked:
"Bai Ye, did you send your men to kill someone tonight?"
"President, what happened?"
On the other end of the phone, Bai Ye, who was at Qinglong Club, suddenly received a call from Zhu Yeqing, and felt uneasy in his heart.
Zhu Yeqing raised his eyebrows and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Answer my question."
"Yes, President."
Bai Ye noticed the coldness in Zhu Yeqing's words and quickly admitted.
Zhu Yeqing continued to ask: "Who are you going to kill? Why kill him?"
"President, I asked Wan Qiang to take someone to kill a small shrimp tonight because of business matters."
“Small shrimp?!”
When Zhu Yeqing heard these three words, his face turned frighteningly cold, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth,
"Bai Ye, you almost destroyed the Blue Dragon Club tonight!!"
"Yes...President, does that person have an unusual identity?"
Bai Ye jumped up from the sofa in the club office in shock and asked with a look of horror on his face.
Zhuyeqing answered the question with a cold tone:
"Bai Ye, take everyone related to this matter immediately to the top of Yunshan Mountain!
Remember, it’s everyone!
Within half an hour, if you are not there, go jump into the West Lake and feed the fish yourself!"
