At nine o'clock in the evening, the Royal Court Hotel has a grand banquet hall that can accommodate a hundred people.
The lights were brightly lit, people were drinking and drinking, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Guests gathered together in small groups, pointing out the country and talking loudly.
Beautiful women in fashionable clothes chirped like peacocks showing off their beautiful feathers.
Men with successful careers or prominent backgrounds held their heads high and looked more polite than the last.
In the prominent position in the center, Zheng Junqing and Zheng Shengzhuang, wearing suits, were gathering with a few middle-aged people, chatting and laughing happily.
Several men were polite and secretly glanced at Zheng Shengzhuang.
Although Zheng Shengzhuang was ill and lost a lot of weight, her dress was still full of femininity.
Black high-heeled shoes are worn with a pair of black stockings. The black stockings wrap around the slender white legs, and the attractive curves extend to the black short skirt.
If they had not known that they could not offend the other party, they would have eaten Zheng Shengzhuang alive.
"Director Zheng, congratulations on your recovery."
"Yes, it's an honor for us that Director Zheng is fine."
"Director Zheng, I hope you will come back as soon as possible to take charge of the overall situation."
"Master Zheng, I also wish you great success in Nanling in advance."
At this time, Dean Huang and others came over with happy faces, holding wine glasses to congratulate Zheng Shengzhuang and Zheng Junqing.
"Thank you everyone. I will definitely remember everyone's persistence. Shengzhuang will remember it in my heart."
Zheng Shengzhuang was not as disrespectful as before. On the contrary, she was extremely kind and enthusiastic. She picked up the goblet and clinked it with everyone one by one.
After being cleaned up by Zhu Changsheng in Nanling, Zheng Shengzhuang really needed the support of losers like Dean Huang, otherwise she wouldn't even have a foothold.
"Director Zheng, you are very polite. It is our honor to serve you."
Dean Huang was flattered. He nodded and bowed while showing his loyalty: "No matter what Director Zheng looks like, we are all your people."
Several companions nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, no matter how the world changes, we are still members of the Zheng Department."
"That's right, Lao Huang, you have a high level of consciousness."
Zheng Shengzhuang nodded with satisfaction, then patted Dean Huang on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will get back what you lost."
"This time, Zhu Changsheng took advantage of the situation and stabbed us, causing us to lose a lot of profits and manpower, but it does not mean that we lost."
Zheng Junqing said calmly: "Our fourth uncle will also come to Nanling tonight. He will summon old colleagues and friends to help us completely open up all the connections in Nanling."
"With the protection of these Nanling elders, even if we cannot overthrow Zhu Changsheng, we can regain what we lost."
His face shone with a glow of confidence.
"Great, great!"
Dean Huang and the others were overjoyed when they heard this: "Thank you Director Zheng, thank you Master Zheng."
They all obviously knew who Zheng Qiankun was. He was a man who had accumulated merits in Nanling and went to Longdu for a high position. He had countless connections and disciples in Nanling.
As long as he operates with his old face, Zhu Changsheng will not be able to suppress them, and all the lost positions and power will be returned.
Zheng Junqing smiled, said nothing, then took out his vibrating phone and walked to the corner.
After answering for a moment, his face turned gloomy.
"What's wrong?"
Zheng Shengzhuang came over with a few companions and twisted her waist: "Something happened?"
"A little thing."
Zheng Junqing put away his cell phone, held his wine glass and sneered: "That bastard Ye Fan is really lucky. There are serial killings one after another, but he still doesn't take his life."
"Ye Fan?"
A charming woman next to Zheng Shengzhuang smiled and said: "Is that the barefoot hospital that doesn't know how to be ignorant of the world and opposes Mr. Zheng?"
"Yes, it's that bastard."
Hearing Ye Fan, Zheng Shengzhuang also burst out with a trace of resentment in her eyes:
"This kid is really difficult to deal with. Not only is he cunning, he also has Zhu Changsheng's backing."
"So if we want to deal with him, we must take a long-term approach."
When she was dying of poisoning, she was once afraid of Ye Fan, but after being cured by Miyamoto, her scars healed and she forgot about the pain.
Hatred filled my heart again.
"I don't care who supports him."
Zheng Junqing’s voice deepened:
"Ask me to spend an extra 10 billion, lose the property rights of Yunding Mountain, poison you, and ruin the good things of my Song family. I will never let him go."
"If I don't trample him hard, how can I have the face to return to Longdu? I would be surprised if Wang Qiaochu and Yuan Ruhua don't laugh to death."
"And he is just a barefoot doctor who can see some diseases and play some tricks."
"Do you think Zhu Changsheng would kill our Zheng family because of such a brutal death?"
"If this was really the case, the Zhu family would not become one of the Five Great Families."
He looked like he could see clearly. His sister and the others were afraid of Zhu Changsheng supporting Ye Fan, but he was not afraid. He was sure that Zhu Changsheng would not do too much for Ye Fan.
"Master Zheng is right, I'm afraid of a ball."
A young man with a crew cut echoed:
"An ant can overwhelm an elephant without overestimating its own capabilities. Director Zheng, Master Zheng, give him to me and I will kill him tomorrow."
He shook his phone and said, "I have many brothers in Nanling."
The charming woman also smiled and said: "How about I call and ask the Secret Service to arrest him?"
The two people from Longdu looked down upon Ye Fan at all. They thought that there was no need to worry about things that could be solved with just one phone call.
"Thank you, Miss Su, but we should do this ourselves. After all, killing the enemy with our hands will give us a sense of accomplishment."
Zheng Shengzhuang narrowed her eyes, then looked at Zheng Junqing: "Okay, sister also supports you to trample him to death. No matter what the consequences, I will bear it with you."
"There will be no consequences."
Zheng Junqing burst out laughing: "The biggest difference between me and Ye Fan is that I can kill him a thousand times, but he doesn't dare to kill me once."
"If I touch him, the consequences of failure will be the death of a few people and the loss of some profits."
"If I failed tonight, I will continue to fight tomorrow and fight until death."
"If he touches me, not only will he be unlucky, but his whole family and the people around him will be unlucky as well."
"This world is so unfair and unequal."
He was very confident: "He who opposes me will only die early or late..."
"Well said, the weak are the original sin. They hate those hanging threads the most. They are obviously useless, but they pretend to be strong and strong, and they always think about toads eating swan meat..."
The charming woman crossed her legs and said, "If you don't trample such a person to death, why do you want to keep him an eyesore?"
"Bang!"
At this moment, a sudden muffled sound exploded, and the laughter in the audience stopped.
Ye Fan broke in single-handedly.
Two valuable wooden doors instantly opened to both sides as if they had been hit by a bulldozer.
The loud noise without any warning startled everyone in the hall to look at him.
They saw six Zheng family bodyguards lying in the carpeted hallway outside the door, loaded with ammunition.
Their hands and feet kept twitching, and they grunted in pain from time to time, as if they had been severely injured.
The beautiful women looked at Ye Fan in shock, who is this idiot? Dare to act wild here?
Ye Fan ignored everyone's gaze and shouted with a deep voice:
