The beeping sound coming from the mobile phone made Dai Chongshan break into a cold sweat.
He knew that he could not prevent this, or even persuade Dai Dong to change his mind.
Thinking of Jiang Zhihao's last words, Dai Chongshan sat down on the sofa, his face turned pale, and murmured to himself: "It's over... these people are all lunatics!"
At the entrance of the villa, just as a group of people were laughing and preparing to enter, the roar of the engine came from the distance.
They turned around and saw an old Toyota 86 rushing over in the blink of an eye at a speed of over 100 per hour.
The heavy iron gate was unable to stop the vehicle's progress. The impact of a tank caused the iron gate to fly out.
The doorman next to him was so smashed that he vomited blood, and the front of the car was dented, but he continued to rush towards the villa without losing any strength.
A group of people were frightened and quickly ran away. The Toyota 86 crashed directly into the door of the villa.
It just lost its power and failed to knock the gate away like an iron fence.
Dust was everywhere. Jiang Zhihao kicked the car door and came out. When they saw him, several businessmen were shocked for a few seconds and shouted angrily: "Are you crazy? Are you driving so fast, do you want to kill someone?"
"What a fucking little scoundrel. You don't even know your last name when you make some money. Do you know where this is!"
Jiang Zhihao stared at these people, remembered what Dai Dong said, and asked: "What are you doing here?"
"What to do? Do we need to report to you what we do? Who are you?" someone said angrily.
Others sneered: "You don't know what we are doing here? I heard that Director Meng found a stunning beauty and invited us to come and enjoy the scenery. Why, Mr. Jiang is also interested?"
"Mr. Jiang must be interested. I heard that she is his mistress. With so many people watching his mistress being insulted, Mr. Jiang must find it very exciting, right?"
A group of people burst into laughter. They did not take Jiang Zhihao seriously at all.
Seeing the arrogance of this group of people, Jiang Zhihao had no expression on his face.
Just when these people were about to yell a few more words, more violent noises sounded above their heads.
They turned their heads and were shocked to see three helicopters flying quickly towards them.
When it was suspended above the head, six ropes fell down, and then twelve people followed the ropes and landed on the ground in the blink of an eye.
These people all wore masks on their faces, so their faces could not be seen clearly, but their powerful aura was very obvious.
After the villa security guards calmed down, they gathered around with weapons in hand.
Jiang Zhihao didn't look at those people at all, and just said quietly: "Kill them without leaving any survivors alive!"
Although the voice was soft, it was like thunder in the ears of those businessmen.
Someone was trembling slightly, but pretended to be calm, saying: "What are you pretending to be? We are all Jiawei's respectable people. How dare you..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt that his words were out of control, and then he felt like the world was spinning.
When his head fell to the ground, he realized that his body was still standing in the same place.
The blood sprayed from his neck was like a fountain, and the horrified expressions of the people next to him came into view.
He was a little confused: "Why can't the body move? Whose body is that?"