Chapter nine hundred and eighty-fifth something big
Half an hour after Chen Xiaoyue died on the street, the Red Cloud Garden opposite Longjing Hotel.
Ye Feiyang slammed a stack of information in front of Yang Pojing: "I didn't expect that Ye Fan has a lot of background."
"Not only is he the director of Jinzhilin Medical Center, he is also the national champion of this year's Huatuo Cup, defeating the three geniuses of the blood medicine sect."
"No wonder he is so arrogant. He dared to challenge us even though he knew our details. Even the Longjing Hotel was closed down."
There was a flash of light in his eyes. In addition to being resentful about the dozen slaps he received from Ye Fan, there was also a thorn in his heart because of Ye Fan's words.
Ye Tang is Ye Tang, and the Ye family is the Ye family... This is something that countless people keep secret, and it is also the most sensitive matter of the Ye family, but Ye Fan said it in public like this.
However, he hated to hate, but he was not eager to take revenge. After suffering a loss, he hoped that he would hit the target with one strike again.
Moreover, the Longjing Hotel incident happened one after another, and even he was invited to investigate for forty-eight hours, which forced Ye Feiyang to review the entire incident.
How could a small conflict drag down so many forces?
"No matter what his background is, as long as he is not the nephew of the fifth family, if he slaps me and Young Master Ye in the face like this, I will not let him go."
Yang, who had just used all his connections to be released on bail and could not leave the country, asked a blonde girl to make a cigar for him and hold it in his mouth: "Anyway, the Longjing Hotel is closed. I will probably have to sit there for a few years this time, and my future will be ruined."
Well, let’s just fight to the end.”
"If I don't get back this face, don't say that I have no shame in going back to the Yang family and embarrassing Young Master Ye. Even this jail sentence will be in vain."
Yang Poju asked someone to light a cigar and puff out thick smoke: "He who is barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes...I will trample him to death with shoes on."
Thinking of the wine bottle that hit his head that night and his broken hands, Yang Poju's face was full of resentment and said, "Don't mess around."
Ye Feiyang frowned slightly: "The information shows that Ye Fan has a lot of connections, and he also has some relationship with Mrs. Zhao."
"Mrs. Zhao has a relationship with Ye Fan, and it's not just about her medical skills."
Yang Pojue was obviously very frustrated these days, and he slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the Longjing Hotel: "Besides, what if it has something to do with it?
Ye Fan calls Mrs. Zhao his wife, and Mr. Ye calls Mrs. Zhao his sister-in-law. Which one is more affectionate?"
"Is it possible that Ye Fan has been touched, and Mrs. Zhao's righteous killing of relatives has touched me and Young Master Ye?"
Having almost lost everything, he not only became evil and timid, but also began to become careless.
"When I was released from prison and waiting for you, I gave Jinmao instructions to kill Ye Fan at all costs."
Yang Poju hesitated for a moment: "Red Buddha also volunteered to hold off the battle, and he asked me not to tell you. He was also angry with Ye Fan for hitting you in the face that night."
He originally wanted to talk about it after he succeeded, but after thinking about it, he decided to tell Ye Feiyang so that he could clean up his affairs better then.
"What?"
Ye Feiyang's face changed drastically when he heard this: "Did you ask someone to kill Ye Fan?"
"Here we go, foreign killer No. 36, plus a golden retriever and a red Buddha, and also dragged a box of explosives and a sniper rifle."
Yang Poju's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "I don't believe I can't kill Ye Fan."
"Asshole!"
Ye Feiyang roared angrily at Yang Po: "Who told you to touch Ye Fan?"
"I want to save face for Young Master Ye and me."
Yang Poju exhaled a long breath: "Don't worry, I'm ready to be punished. If anything happens, I'll handle it myself."
"If you want to take the blame, I will."
His tone was very firm: "I won't harm you and Mr. Ye."
"You know nothing!"
Ye Feiyang took a step forward, grabbed Yang Pojue's collar and shouted, "Are you out of your fucking mind? Why don't you say hello to me if you want to take action?"
"This conflict caused by you has dragged down several forces. Even you will go to jail."
"I haven't clarified what's going on, and you're going to kill Ye Fan out of your mind again?"
"Do you know where this place is?"
"Longdu!"
“A thousand-year-old capital!”
"The ancient capital where countless emperors and generals fell, the water here is deep enough to drown a hundred of you."
"Sending someone to kill Ye Fan is a revenge for you, but for other families, it is a gaming opportunity."
"If you're not careful and Ye Fan doesn't kill you, you will get the Yang family and the Ye family involved."
"Maybe your revenge is a trap that was planned long ago."
"You were so proud that you sent dozens of guns to kill Ye Fan, but you didn't know that you were just another gun."
"Immediately, immediately, tell Red Buddha and the others to come back."
Ye Feiyang threw Yang away and shouted: "Stop all actions and come back immediately."
"How can it be so complicated?"
Yang Poju was so embarrassed that he had someone help him up from the ground. He wanted to argue a few words but was frightened by Ye Feiyang's eyes.
He had no choice but to ask the blonde to take out his mobile phone for him: "It's been an hour, I'm afraid someone might start something..." "Call and ask them to come back."
Ye Feiyang shouted again: "Hit."
Yang Poju bit his lip and asked someone to punch in the number, but the golden retriever was turned off.
His eyelids twitched: "It's turned off. It's probably starting a war."
"Pig teammates!"
Ye Feiyang was about to call the Red Buddha in a rage, but suddenly saw three green jeeps driving in downstairs.
The car door opened, and a dozen uniformed men and women came out with indifferent expressions.
"Hengdian?"
Ye Feiyang recognized the license plate and clothing at a glance, and his heart sank suddenly: something big happened! "Woo--" At almost the same moment, five jeeps slowly drove into the Longdu Jockey Club, not impatient or impatient, but carrying their own
With a murderous aura.
The car door opened, and a dozen men and women in uniforms got out, walked through the hall with indifferent expressions, and headed straight for VIP Lounge No. 1, which had been locked for a long time.
Regardless of whether it was the bodyguards at the door or the dignitaries who came and went, not only did they not stop these people from appearing, but they all moved out of the way in fear.
Soon, they appeared at the door of VIP Room No. 1. Without any nonsense, a middle-aged woman in the lead kicked open the gorgeous door.
More than a dozen people poured in with desolate expressions on their faces.
They all raised their firearms and pointed them at the more than 20 people in the room: "Don't move!"
The muzzle of the gun is sinister and murderous.
Wang Qiaochu, who was leaning on the leather sofa and talking to Xiong Zi, looked ugly.
He didn't expect that as soon as Xiong Zi came over to find out about Chen Xiaoyue's call to him, a group of uninvited guests would appear.
However, he responded quickly and reached out to pick up the mobile phone on the coffee table.
Xiongzi also shouted: "What are you going to do?"
"Whoosh!"
Before Wang Qiaochu could delete a number inside, a white light flashed away, and Wang Qiaochu's wrist shook instantly.
Then the phone was violently thrown out of his palm and fell to the ground leaving several marks.
On the coffee table, there was a trace of coins left, spinning in circles at the moment, showing the strong demeanor of the person who took action.
"Don't move!"
When Wang Qiaochu reflexively wanted to touch the phone again, several firearms had already come up and poked him in the head mercilessly.
Then, the phone was taken away.
Just as Wang Qiaochu's bodyguard was about to protect his master, he was shot in the head and fell to the ground.
"Your mother——" Xiongzi was furious and just about to stand up and take action, he was kicked over.
Cold and heartless.
"Hello, Mr. Wang, I am the Hengdian Action Team, codename Mei. This is my official ID."
At this time, the middle-aged woman came over with an expressionless face, and her voice was indescribably cold: "You and Mr. Cai are involved in a serious murder case involving national treasure No. 308. I hope you will come with us."
Step into the Heng Palace."
The middle-aged woman also glanced at the phone: "The evidence is conclusive, you'd better not resist, and we have sufficient authority."
"Xiongzi and I are going with you!"
Wang Qiaochu gave up all resistance, patted his clothes and stood up, then said to a little girl: "Wanwan, tell my third uncle to ask my grandpa to come out!"
