The next morning, Longdu Jockey Club, hunting area.
After a burst of gunfire, Wang Qiaochu led his men out of the woods, with dozens of hares, pheasants, lambs and sika deer hanging on their horses.
Although Wang Qiaochu didn't know how to eat these things, everyone in the group looked satisfied.
Seeing a sika deer whose head was blown off by himself, Wang Qiaochu felt even more joyful.
After being suppressed by Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue for so many days, his life was not difficult, but he was still walking on thin ice, and he was holding his breath for a long time.
Now that he was venting his anger through hunting, he felt much better, but his eyes quickly became sharp again.
He saw Lin Qihai.
Half an hour later, in the VIP room of the racecourse, Wang Qiaochu, who had changed his clothes, waved his female companions out, then picked up a cigar.
"Master Wang, the ghost assassin failed."
Lin Qihai hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped forward to report.
Wang Qiaochu's breathing suddenly became rapid, and the flames of his cigar became more intense, but he soon regained his composure:
"How did it fail?"
Having experienced many storms, he knows that the more difficult the situation, the more calm he must be, otherwise he will only suffer greater losses if he loses his position.
"The ghost assassin originally defeated the hearts of Cai's guards and killed two masters, Cai Baipao and Ghost Hand."
Lin Qihai told Wang Qiaochu what he had gathered: "He also rushed into the Cai family hall and knocked down Shadow and Cai Lingzhi."
"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 have no evidence of our instigation."
"The number I used to contact the ghost assassin also came from outside the country, and it was immediately destroyed without giving the other party any clues."
He reported word for word, trying his best to keep his tone calm, but there was still a murderous intention flowing through him.
The ghost assassin was his elder brother's best friend, and now he was killed by Ye Fan. His heart was filled with anger and murderous intent.
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, Ye Fan again..."
Wang Qiaochu's gentle mood exploded instantly when he heard the word "ye fan". He kicked over the coffee table in front of him:
"Damn it, you have ruined my good deeds twice and three times, and you have pushed me to this point. Does he really think he is the eldest brother of Longdu?"
"If it really touches my bottom line, I will rush to Jin Zhilin and kill him."
He almost reached for the gun under the seat again.
Lin Qihai hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Master Wang, please calm down. Once you use the gun, reporters will easily make a fuss about it."
"As long as Ye Fan dies, as long as he dies, I will be in the headlines for a week and go to jail for three months, and I will admit it."
Wang Qiaochu's chest kept rising and falling, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. He was full of hatred for Mark and felt aggrieved.
He couldn't understand why Ye Fan couldn't step on him? Moreover, he ruined a lot of good things and forced him into a state of embarrassment.
"Master Wang, anger can't solve the problem."
Lin Qihai tried hard to calm down his emotions, and then lowered his voice to advise:
"Now that Cai Lingzhi is alive, it is very detrimental to us. In the past, she would still worry about our strength, but now that the door is closed, there is no guarantee that she will die."
"If she collects some shady information about us and exposes it, I'm afraid it will make our situation even more passive."
"If we can't continue to kill her, we must quickly think of countermeasures."
Although the Cai family's military strength is not good, their intelligence capabilities are top-notch. If they break their own bottom line and investigate the Wang family, I'm afraid Wang Qiaochu will have a headache.
"The Cai family suffered heavy casualties. Even Cai Baipao and Guishou died. If there is no evidence to prove that we were the instigators, then Cai Lingzhi was derelict in his duties."
Wang Qiaochu leaned back on the sofa and took a long puff of cigar:
"Call Xiong Zi and ask him to take Cai's family to attack Cai Lingzhi, accusing her of killing many people."
"Let the families of the dead guards jointly file a lawsuit and let the Cai family pay billions in compensation."
"In short, whatever it takes to make the Cai family miserable, do whatever it takes."
He issued an instruction: "She is not qualified to retaliate against the Wang family."
Lin Qihai nodded lightly: "Understood."
"Also, I don't want to see Ye Fan again."
Wang Qiaochu's eyes became colder: "Get rid of him at any cost and by any means. Of course, don't drag us into the water."
Lin Qihai looked hesitant: "Okay, I'll contact the overseas mercenaries."
"Need not!"
Wang Qiaochu picked up a pen and paper and wrote an address: "Go here and tell her that it's time to return my favor."
At 11 o'clock in the morning, Lin Qihai drove around in several circles and finally stopped at Shibei Village in Wuxuan District.
This is the largest urban village in Longdu, home to hundreds of thousands of migrant workers, and the houses are scattered everywhere.
Lin Qihai walked for an hour before walking from the parking lot to the innermost alley of Shibei Village.
Compared to the busy streets outside, there are almost no people in this alley at the back, and it looks more deserted than the other alleys.
Several houses with their roofs removed and weeds still growing inside looked like abandoned places.
However, Lin Qihai still locked eyes with the person he was looking for.
An old lady with white hair, dressed in gray clothes, sat on a rocking chair, letting the sun pour on her.
She was neither surprised nor happy, her face was calm, and she was sewing a pair of embroidered shoes very carefully.
There was also a song humming in his mouth:
"The men who drink and sing loudly are the wolves of the north."
"People say that the wolves in the north will stand outside the city gate when the cold wind blows, wearing rusty iron clothes..."
"Calling the city gate to open..."
The white-haired old lady not only moves calmly, but the music she hums also has a sense of vicissitudes of life, which can't help but touch people's heartstrings.
"Old lady, I was sent by Mr. Wang."
Lin Qihai was also fascinated, and then he realized what he was doing, took a step forward, and spoke respectfully:
"He wants a favor from you."
The white-haired old lady ignored Lin Qihai, didn't even raise her eyelids, and continued to hold the embroidery needle slowly and smoothly.
"Old man, I belong to Wang Qiaochu and Wang Shao."
Lin Qihai took a deep breath: "He asked me to come over and ask you to return a favor to him."
"This is the target's name."
He took out the words "Ye Fan" written by Wang Qiaochu himself.
"I have been waiting for a thousand years, why hasn't the city gate opened yet?"
"Ugh... I have been waiting for a thousand years, why doesn't my beloved come back?"
The old lady still ignored Lin Qihai and continued to hum a tune and embroider shoes, as if nothing in the world was more comfortable than these two things.
Lin Qihai opened his mouth and wanted to speak again, but finally chose to shut up and wait.
But there was doubt in his eyes. Is this old lady really the person Mr. Wang wants to find? She looks similar to the old lady with little feet.
Could it be that Mr. Wang has been under a lot of pressure recently and has memory errors?
"Click——"
At the end of the song, the thread on the embroidered shoes was also taken up. The old lady bit it with her teeth and the needle thread broke.
Then, she flicked her fingers and the embroidery needle flashed.
"ah--"
Behind him, behind a broken mud brick wall at a corner, a young man fell out, with an embroidery needle stuck between his eyebrows.
A desperate death.
This is like a Cai family spy who is staring at him.
Lin Qihai's breath froze, shocked that he was being targeted, and even more shocked by the old lady's tyranny.
She was able to shoot through an entire wall with an embroidery needle, and hit the spy right between the eyebrows. Isn't this too evil?
He is worthy of being a member of Wuyi Lane for a hundred years.
"It's Ye Fan again..."
At this moment, the old lady took off her reading glasses and stood up and sighed:
"Can't this unlucky kid be at peace..."
Then, she took a notebook, flipped through a few pages, looked at Ye Fan's name, which had been registered once, and roughly marked it with a red pen...
