The next morning, the Longdu Jockey Club, the hunting area.
After a burst of gunfire, Wang Qiaochu and his men walked out of the woods, with dozens of hares, pheasants, lambs and sika deer hanging on the horse's back.
Although Wang Qiaochu would not eat these things, the group was satisfied.
Seeing a sika deer that was beaten to his head, Wang Qiaochu felt even more happy.
After being suppressed by Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue for so many days, his life is not difficult to move forward, but he is walking on thin ice, and he has long been holding his breath in his heart.
Now that he was leaking through hunting, he felt that his whole body was much better, but his eyes quickly became sharper again.
He saw Lin Qihai.
Half an hour later, in the VIP room of the horse farm, Wang Qiaochu, who had changed into clothes, waved his hand to ask several female companions to go out, and then picked up a cigar.
"Mr. Wang, the ghost assassin failed."
Lin Qihai hesitated for a moment, and finally came forward to report.
Wang Qiaochu's breathing suddenly became rapid, and the cigar flame became vigorous, but it soon returned to calm:
"How did it fail?"
After many storms and waves, he knew that the more difficult the time, the more calm he had to be, otherwise he would only suffer greater losses if he was confused.
"The ghost assassin originally defeated the hearts of the Cai guards, and also killed two masters, Cai Baipao and Ghost Hand."
Lin Qihai informed Wang Qiaochuchu of the collected situation: "He also rushed into the Cai family hall and knocked down Shadow and Cai Lingzhi."
"It's just when he was about to kill Cai Ling, Ye Fan suddenly attacked the ghost assassin from behind."
"The ghost assassin was caught off guard and was finally killed by Ye Fan."
"But they should not have any evidence of our instigation."
"The number I contacted the Ghost Assassin is also from abroad, and it is destroyed as soon as possible without giving any handle to the other party."
He reported word by word, trying his best to calm his tone, but there was still a murderous intent flowing.
The Ghost Assassin is his elder brother's best friend. Now that he has been killed by Ye Fan, his heart is full of anger and murderous intent.
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, Ye Fan again..."
Wang Qiaochu's gentle mood burst out when he heard the words Ye Fan. He kicked the coffee table in front of him:
"Damn it, I've been bad for two or three times and forced myself to this point. He really thought he was Brother Longdu?"
"I really touched my bottom line, so I rushed to Jin Zhilin and killed him."
He almost wanted to grab the guns under the seat again.
Lin Qihai hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Sir Wang calm down. Once he moves a gun, he will easily be made into a big fuss by reporters."
"As long as Ye Fan dies, as long as he dies, I will be in the headlines for the last week and will be in jail for three months, and I will admit it."
Wang Qiaochu's chest kept rising and falling, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He was full of hatred for Ye Fan and a sense of depression.
He didn't understand why Ye Fan couldn't step on it? And he also ruined a lot of good things and was forced to a state of embarrassment.
"Mr. Wang, anger cannot solve the problem."
Lin Qihai tried hard to calm down his emotions, and then lowered his voice to advise:
"Now that Cai Lingzhi survived is very unfavorable to us. She used to worry about our strength. Now that the gate of hell is closed, it is hard to guarantee that she will fight to the death."
"If she collects some shameful things from us and breaks them up, it will probably make our situation more passive."
"If we can't continue to kill her, we must quickly find a solution to deal with it."
Although the Cai family's military power is not good, its intelligence ability is top-notch. If you break your bottom line and investigate the Wang family, you are afraid that Wang Qiaochu will have a headache.
"The Cai family suffered heavy casualties, and even Cai Baipao and Ghost Hand were killed. If there is no evidence to prove that it was our instigation, it would be Cai Ling's dereliction of duty."
Wang Qiaochu leaned back to the sand and took a sip of the cigar:
"Call Xiongzi and ask him to take Cai Ling's family to the trouble of Cai Ling, accusing her of killing many people."
"Let the dead guards' families join forces to sue them, and the Cai family will pay billions."
"Anyway, just do whatever you want to make the Cai family worried."
He issued an order: "If you want to retaliate against the Wang family, she is not qualified."
Lin Qihai nodded slightly: "I understand."
"Also, I don't want to see Ye Fan anymore."
Wang Qiaochu's eyes became colder: "At any cost, you can get rid of him by any means. Of course, don't drag us into the water."
Lin Qihai hesitated: "Okay, I'll contact overseas mercenaries."
"Need not!"
Wang Qiaochu picked up the paper and pen and wrote an address: "Go here and tell her that it's time to repay my favor."
At 11:00 a.m., Lin Qihai drove around several times and finally stopped in Shibei Village in Wuxuan District.
This is the largest urban village in Longdu. There are more than 100,000 migrant workers living in, and the houses are also staggered.
Lin Qihai walked for an hour before walking from the parking lot to the innermost alley in Shibei Village.
Compared to the crowded streets outside, the back alley is almost deserted, and it looks more abandoned than the rest.
Several houses with roofs removed had weeds growing inside, which seemed to be an abandoned place.
However, Lin Qihai still locked in the person he was looking for at a glance.
An old white lady, wearing a gray dress, sat on a rocking chair, allowing the sun to pour out on her body.
She was not surprised or happy, and her face seemed peaceful, and she was sewing a pair of embroidered shoes carefully.
He was humming a song:
"The man who sings with wine is the wolf clan in the north."
"People say that the wolf tribe in the north will stand outside the city gate when the cold wind rises, wearing rusty iron clothes..."
"Call the city gate to open..."
Old Mrs. Bai not only moves calmly, but the song she hums also brings a sense of vicissitudes, which makes people feel unstoppable.
"Old lady, I was sent by Mr. Wang."
Lin Qihai was also fascinated, then reacted, took a step forward, and spoke respectfully:
"He hopes you do a favor."
Old Mrs. Bai ignored Lin Qihai and didn't even raise her eyelids, and she still slowly pinched the embroidery needle and shuttled through it.
"Old man, I am Wang Qiaochu and Young Master Wang."
Lin Qihai breathed a deep breath: "He asked me to come over and let you repay him with a favor."
"This is the name of the target."
He took out the two words Ye Fan written by Wang Qiaochuchu.
"I have been waiting for a thousand years, why is the city gate still not open?"
"Woo... I've been waiting for a thousand years, why don't the good man come back?"
The old lady still ignored Lin Qihai and continued to humming songs and embroider her shoes, as if there was nothing more comfortable in this world than these two things.
Lin Qihai opened his mouth and wanted to speak again, but finally chose to shut up and wait.
But my eyes also had suspicion. Is this old lady really the person Mr. Wang wants to find? No matter how you look at it, it is almost the same as the old lady with little feet.
Could it be that Mr. Wang is under great pressure recently and has made a mistake in his memory?
"Click—"
At the end of the song, the embroidered shoes also closed their threads. The old lady bit her teeth and the needle and thread broke.
Then, she flicked her fingers and a needle flashed.
"ah--"
Behind him, behind a mud brick at the corner broke the wall, a young man fell out and an embroidery needle pierced his eyebrows.
Death.
This seemed to be staring at his Cai family spy.
Lin Qihai's breathing stagnated, shocking himself to be targeted, and even more shocking the old lady's power.
She could actually shoot through the entire wall with an embroidery needle and hit the spy's eyebrows. Isn't this too evil?
He is worthy of being a person from Wuyi Lane, a hundred years old.
"It's Ye Fan again..."
At this moment, the old lady was taking off her reading glasses and stood up and sighed:
"Can't this unlucky child be more at ease..."
Then, she took a notebook, flipped through a few pages, looked at Ye Fan's name, who had been registered once, and ticked it with a red pen...