Chapter six hundred and ninety seventh: The moon is dark and the wind is high
"Is this the Tang Sect's method?"
Fifteen minutes later, after the Miao family's experts searched to no avail and informed him that the danger was over, Miao Jingyun walked up from the corner with his hands behind his back.
He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the dead Miao Bohu with narrowed eyes:
"If so, this Tang Ruoxue really impresses me."
He didn't care at all about Miao Bohu's death, but he was just a little interested in the attacker.
"Ninety-nine percent of it is Tang Ruoxue."
Miao's wedding dress swirled in from the outside like a gust of wind, so silently that people could not feel her walking.
Several Miao masters subconsciously backed away, as if they were afraid of the chill on her body.
"Sniper traces were found on a tree eight hundred meters away."
Miao Jingyi's pale face showed no emotion at all. She told Miao Jingyun the results of her investigation:
"Judging from the scene, the other party came in a hurry because there was no disguise, no change of location, and no cover-up of his evacuation."
"This shows that the sniper came here with Miao Bohu. After confirming that you were the instigator behind Miao Bohu, she wanted to kill you once and for all."
"If she doesn't hit you, she will blow off Miao Bohu's head as a warning."
"The only person who can have such hatred for Miao Bohu and send a killer to follow him to kill him is probably Tang Ruoxue."
She leaned down and looked at Miao Bohu's forehead: "If one shot misses, he can still fire another shot to kill. This killer's psychological quality and marksmanship are very strong."
"It seems that I underestimated Tang Ruoxue."
"I thought that even if this woman couldn't scare her, she wouldn't fight back. It was more of a self-defense."
"I didn't expect to send someone to follow Miao Bohu to kill me."
Miao Jingyun touched the crater on the arm guard with his fingers: "This is a troublesome woman. No wonder my father wants me to take snacks."
"Young Master Miao, Tang Ruoxue refuses to drink a toast and is fined with wine, and then comes to kill you. Please give her to me."
Miao Jingyi asked Miao Jingyun for a fight: "I will go to the Tang family tonight and kill her to let her know the consequences of offending us."
"If the other party fails to attack, they will definitely step up their precautions."
Miao Jingyun's tone was indifferent: "If you run over to kill her now, wouldn't it be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?"
While speaking, he hooked his finger on the back of Miao Bohu's head and pulled out a spiral warhead.
It was dripping with blood, but he didn't care.
Miao Jieyi added another sentence: "It's not appropriate to take action, then I can poison them and find the Tang family's water source to kill their whole family."
"Poison won't do either."
Miao Jingyun narrowed his eyes slightly: "In addition to the fact that you can't control how many people will be poisoned, killing the Tang family by poisoning like this is too ostentatious."
"It will make the entire Dragon City elite lose their sense of security. After all, no one can predict whether they will accidentally poison their entire family."
"The official and private sector will then conduct a thorough investigation. Once you or the Miao family are targeted, we will be in big trouble."
"I still want to be the president of the Longdu Martial Alliance. It is inappropriate to involve the poisoning of the Tang family."
Miao Jingyun denied that he had dropped the plan to poison the Tang family. He would still have to gain a foothold in Longdu in the future, so some things should not be done too decisively.
Miao Marry Yi frowned slightly: "Then let's forget it?"
"Of course I can't forget it, but I'm not in a hurry to start now."
Miao Jingyun has moved on from Miao Bohu's death, and all his angry emotions have calmed down:
"There are still three weeks until the court testimony next month. We have plenty of time to play with Tang Ruoxue."
"You can create a few minor accidents for the Tang family, just make Tang Ruoxue nervous and restless."
"By the way, I heard that Tang Ruoxue's biggest enemy now is Wang Qiaochu?"
“The enemy of my enemy may not be a friend, but there must be room for cooperation.”
"You make an appointment with Wang Qiaochu for me, and tell me that I, Miao Jingyun, want to visit you."
He threw the blood-stained bullet on the table with a bang: "I think he must be very willing to make friends with me."
Miao Wedding Yi nodded: "Understood."
When Miao Jingyun was about to show off his talents, Ye Fan also said hello to Tang Ruoxue and came to a coffee shop downstairs in Ruoxue Building.
After arranging manpower to guard the Bauhinia 100 real estate in the morning, Tang Ruoxue and the others returned to the headquarters to draft a contract and prepare to cooperate with Zhang Daqiang.
Everyone was busy non-stop.
Ye Fan glanced around after entering the coffee shop, then walked to a booth in the corner and sat down. Opposite him was a woman with a slender figure and extraordinary temperament.
However, she wore glasses and let her bangs hang down, making it difficult for people to see her true face.
Next to her, there was a guitar case.
When Ye Fan sat down, she was holding a cup of coffee and drinking it.
Ye Fan reached for the coffee pot and poured himself a cup: "How did things go?"
The woman is Shen Hongxiu, the former Wuyi Lane killer, who has been recuperating in Song Hongyan's villa after being rescued by Ye Fan.
"After Miao Bohu came out of the building, he went to an old-fashioned manor called Shitouwu."
Shen Hongxiu's red lips parted slightly and she said softly:
"He went to see a young man, who was in his late twenties and late twenties. He was a practicing master."
She added: "I think it's Miao Jingyun, the eldest son of the Miao family."
Ye Fan nodded lightly: "This is consistent with Yuan Qingyi's news. Miao Jingyun is in Longdu. It seems that he is taking command to deal with Tang Ruoxue."
"I wanted to help you kill him once and for all, so I shot him."
Shen Hongxiu leaned forward and sighed quietly:
"I didn't expect that he was incredibly skilled. He didn't dodge and just blocked my bullet with his arm guard."
"I saw that I couldn't kill him for a while, so I killed Miao Bohu as a warning."
"In conclusion, this is a difficult opponent. If you don't want Thunder to kill him, then you must be more cautious."
She shook the coffee gently, looked up at Mark and said, "Why don't you give him to me? I think I can kill him in a week."
"I can block your bullets with my arm guards. I can't wait to kill an enemy like him first."
Ye Fan gently touched the cup with his fingers and shook his head to reject Shen Hongxiu's proposal:
"But you just killed Miao Bohu. He will definitely take full precautions and even set a trap. It is very dangerous for you to kill him at this time."
"Of course, the most important thing is that I'm worried that Wuyi Lane will discover your existence."
"So you better not take action for the time being."
"I'll find a way to deal with Miao Jingyun."
He didn't want Shen Hongxiu to be in danger.
"No matter what decision you make, I will listen to you."
Shen Hongxiu smiled charmingly and said: "From the moment you saved me, I am yours."
"I didn't say I wanted to restrict your freedom."
"Saving you is just a piece of cake. You don't need to take it to heart at all. You even helped me kill Miao Bohu this time. The debt I owe has been cleared long ago."
Ye Fan smiled and intentionally or unintentionally opened the relationship between the two. It was not because he was worried that Tang Ruoxue would be jealous, but because he felt that their lives were on different paths.
"I'm not yours"
Shen Hongxiu smiled sweetly and raised Ye Fan's chin: "Then you are mine."
"Okay, I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to the cemetery."
She carried the guitar case on her back and picked up a bouquet of lilies: "It's time to say goodbye to Nangong and my past life..."
Ye Fan leaned on the chair and shouted: "Be careful!"
Ten minutes later, Wuyi Alley was as quiet and peaceful as ever. Except for a few cats, there was only a kind old woman sitting at the entrance of the alley.
She was knitting embroidered shoes and listening to music. Suddenly, her gestures paused slightly.
She looked at the old Nokia phone buzzing and vibrating on the stool.
A message poured in from above:
"The moon is dark and the wind is high, the day of murder..."
