She wished she could sit there quietly, watching this man come in and watch him go out.
There is no need to look into the distance, and there is no need for sadness to flow upstream into a river. Just wait, just wait like this. Just like when I was in the Li family, there is not much pursuit, as if everything can be so ordinary.
At the same time that Jiang Zhihao left the store and headed to the airport, more than ten people broke into a private room of a hotel.
These people were armed with sharp weapons, and knives were placed on the necks of those in the room. If there was any slight movement, they would strike with a knife.
Although he didn't die on the spot, the knife cut to the bone and bleeding was inevitable.
Sitting in the main seat was a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He also did not dare to move. He could only ask: "Brothers, we are all boats traveling in the same river. Which way do you want to go? I will just give way. Why bother?"
See red."
"Who the hell is following you?" One person hit him on the forehead with a knife.
The man was hit so hard that he felt dizzy, and his forehead soon swelled up into a big lump.
He gritted his teeth and hid all his anger deep in his heart. Only by surviving today would he have a chance to take revenge.
At this time, two people came into the box.
When the man saw the person in front of him, he couldn't help but be a little stunned: "Brother Yu, you..."
That man was his former eldest brother. Although the two of them now have their own businesses, in terms of status in the world, Yu Faxiang is at least one and a half levels higher than him.
When the man saw Yu Faxiang coming in, he couldn't help but think, when did he offend Brother Yu?
But it shouldn't be. I respect these people of the older generation very much. If I have any friction, I will take the initiative to apologize. My popularity is not that bad.
Then, he saw an incredible scene.
Yu Faxiang, who used to talk a lot in Jiawei, bent down and said respectfully and flatteringly to the old man next to him: "Mr. Kong, he is Feng Tiancheng."
The old man was naturally Kong Dehao, and he responded with a hum.
Seeing this scene, Feng Tiancheng's mind was filled with confusion.
What kind of person is Yu Faxiang?
In Jiawei's upper-class circles, Meng Hengtai is regarded as the leading entrepreneur on the surface. Although Yu Faxiang's net worth is not as rich as him, in the underground world, he is the number one person.
He has a share in all Jiawei's business dealings with crooked ways. Even Meng Hengtai has to be wary of Yu Faxiang.
But now, Yu Faxiang was so respectful to the old man. Feng Tiancheng couldn't imagine what kind of person could have such an attitude from Yu Faxiang.
"Your name is Feng Tiancheng?" Kong Dehao came over. Someone next to him handed over his mobile phone and pulled out a photo: "Do you know these two people?"
Feng Tiancheng took a look at the photo, which showed two men who had been beaten to a bloody pulp, and it was really difficult to identify their appearance.
Before he could figure it out, Yu Faxiang slapped him in the face and cursed fiercely: "Mr. Kong is asking you, are you deaf?"
Feng Tiancheng felt very aggrieved. These two people were beaten like pig heads. Who would anyone know who they were?
But Yu Faxiang got angry, and he didn't dare not answer. He gritted his teeth and simply said: "I may know them, but I really can't see their appearance clearly."
"Maybe? Who the hell are you fooling? Are you looking for death?" Yu Faxiang slapped him again.
Kong Dehao glanced at him, and although he said nothing, his cold eyes made Yu Faxiang tremble, and he quickly took a step back with a smile.