When he saw Tang Huanxi and Liu Qingqing walking towards the kitchen at the same time, Jiang He also followed them in.
"People are here."
After entering the kitchen, Zhang Zihao led the three of them to the kitchen counter.
Suddenly, a young man wearing a white chef's uniform was seen lying on the ground, his face and lips were purple, and there was still dry white foam at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were wide open, and he could not see any signs of life.
Liu Qingqing frowned slightly and walked over directly.
She touched her long skirt with her hand, bent down and pointed her finger at the artery of the young man's neck. She frowned slightly and said, "Dead."
"When I came out just now, he was still convulsing. I didn't expect that he would die so soon."
Zhang Zihao looked solemn. In the kitchen of the hotel where the entire Tangxi Group gathered for dinner tonight, a chef was found tragically dead. The seriousness of the problem is self-evident.
In the eyes of outsiders, the core of Tangxi Group's security are Jiang He and Mukang, the two green dragons and white tigers.
But only a few core members of the group knew that the person who had been guarding their safety and mitigating crises after Lu Fan left was actually the unknown Zhang Zihao who never appeared in public and always hid in the security team.
After experiencing life and death, entering the gate of hell several times, and being pulled out by Lu Fan.
Coupled with his extremely special physique.
Zhang Zihao has stepped into the state of grand master with one foot and has become a true grand master of ancient martial arts.
Guard Nandu and protect the safety of Tangxi Group.
"Is this the only one?"
Tang Huanxi also realized the seriousness of the problem: "Have all the tableware and ingredients in the kitchen been checked? If possible, I would like to stop the banquet immediately, seal the scene, and notify expert doctors from provincial and municipal hospitals to come and examine everyone present.