"Mr. Su, something happened at my house. Can you come over?"
On the phone, Qi Qinglan's voice was a little anxious, and her tone was slightly panicked.
This is extremely rare for Qi Qinglan.
Su Yun frowned and asked, "What's wrong? What happened to Mr. Qi again?"
"It's not my grandpa, this time it's my second uncle! He was kidnapped last night, and they even sent a message that he will come to the door again at noon today."
"Your second uncle?" Su Yun was stunned for a moment.
He really didn't expect it.
When Qi Changsheng was in Yunzhou, he could really be regarded as a powerful tycoon. His power was deeply intertwined and his influence radiated to all aspects of Yunzhou.
Even a mafia boss like Cao Kun was not enough in front of Qi Changsheng.
Such a character, who travels with a large number of bodyguards, was actually kidnapped?
Suddenly, Su Yun seemed to have thought of something and asked: "The person who captured your second uncle was a martial arts master?"
"Yes, I heard from Mr. Zhou who is next to my second uncle that he seems to be some sort of master. He was invited by a former enemy of my Qi family. Including my grandfather's previous poisoning, it was also the handiwork of that enemy." Qi Qinglan said quickly.
Su Yun pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll come over and you can give me your address."
After hanging up the phone, Su Yun immediately drove to the Qi family's old house.
The Qijia Old House is located in the Gongguan District in the southern suburbs. The buildings inside are quite characteristic of the Republic of China period. Each building has a history of decades or hundreds of years.
The same is true for the Qijia old house. It has been inherited for more than a hundred years and has been repaired several times, but it still maintains its original style and ancient charm.
But at this time.
The Qi family's old house felt like it was facing a formidable enemy, with people patrolling every corner of the courtyard with vigilance.
In the hall.
Qi Guozheng was sitting on the main seat, expressionless and silent.
Qi Qinglan stood beside Qi Guozheng with a concerned look on her face.
In addition to them, Mr. Zhou, who had a broken arm, was also sitting in the hall with a bandage.
For a time, the atmosphere in the venue was extremely solemn.
At this time, Xu Jun stepped in and reported to Qi Guozheng and Qi Qinglan: "Mr. Qi, Miss Qinglan, and the security personnel outside have been arranged."
Qi Guozheng nodded, with no expression on his face.
He naturally knew that the so-called security personnel were just trying to comfort themselves.
Xu Jun hesitated and asked, "Should we notify the police to intervene?"
Qi Guozheng and Qi Qinglan both looked at Mr. Zhou.
Mr. Zhou coughed a few times, but his face was still pale. He shook his head feebly and said: "Xu Jun, you are also a member of the martial arts world. You should know what a martial arts master means. Notifying the police is meaningless.
"
When Xu Jun heard this, a trace of bitterness appeared on his face and he stopped talking.
Martial arts experts have transcended the category of normal people.
Back then, Wu Simao was shot by more than a dozen armed policemen, and he went on a rampage, as if he was in a deserted land.
Not to mention the martial arts master!
The reason why the old man surnamed Yuan dared to speak out and visit again today was because he had enough confidence. Even if the Qi family mobilized more police forces, he could come and go as he pleased!
"I have already informed Mr. Su, and he has promised to come," Qi Qinglan said.
Mr. Zhou's expression softened slightly.
Qi Qinglan asked: "Mr. Zhou, do you think Mr. Su can handle the other party's grandmaster?"
"Based on Su Yun alone, he definitely can't be a Grandmaster opponent." Mr. Zhou's tone was very decisive.
The last time he was at Qingxin Tea House, he secretly observed Su Yun, and also made some analysis to Qi Changhe and Qi Qinglan. He believed that Su Yun could pronounce words into sounds and injure Xu Jun. His martial arts cultivation level may have reached the sixth level, and
He practiced sonic skills such as the Lion's Roar Kung Fu.
This method is far from enough to deal with the Grandmaster.
"Mr. Zhou, then why did you ask me to invite Mr. Su over..." Qi Qinglan looked at Mr. Zhou in shock.
Zhou Laoyou coughed a few times before explaining: "Su Yun, who is so young, has such martial arts cultivation, and also has extraordinary medical skills, mastering ancient alchemy techniques, cannot be obtained out of thin air. There must be something.
A weak inheritance must be guided by a famous teacher. I don’t know about medical alchemy, but in terms of martial arts training, I think it is very likely that there is a master behind him to teach him."
Qi Guozheng's expression moved slightly and he said: "Mr. Zhou, what you want is for the master behind Mr. Su to intervene to protect my Qi family."
Mr. Zhou nodded and sighed: "But all this depends on Su Yun's wishes. If he doesn't want to drag the grandmaster behind him into this whirlpool, I'm afraid the Qi family's current crisis will still be difficult to solve."
Everyone is talking.
The walkie-talkie worn by Xu Jun suddenly rang.
A security guard outside reported: "Captain, someone came to the door claiming to be Song Fengjun from the Song family. Do I need to be let go?"
"Song Fengjun? Why is he here?" Qi Qinglan was stunned for a moment.
The Song family and the Qi family can be regarded as family friends, but the Song family is different from the Qi family in that their main development is in the military world.
The old man of the Song family is one of the big bosses in the Tiannan Military Region, and Song Fengjun's father has also been promoted to major general in the army.
However, it seems that Song Fengjun himself did not inherit the bravery and iron-bloodedness of his father and ancestors, and was tainted with the habits of some playboys.
The Song family has always been interested in bringing Song Fengjun and Qi Qinglan together.
However, Qi Qinglan has no feelings for Song Fengjun and has always kept a respectful distance.
"Let him come in." Qi Guozheng spoke.
A moment later, two figures walked into the main hall of the Qi family.
One is a handsome and masculine young man, while the other is a burly middle-aged man with a dark face.
"Grandpa Qi, Qinglan." After Song Fengjun said hello to Qi Guozheng and Qi Qinglan, he said in a serious tone: "I have heard about your family. The thugs are so rampant now that they dare to openly kidnap Uncle Qi.
It’s simply lawless!”
Qi Qinglan frowned and said, "Young Master Song, how do you know this news?"
Song Fengjun said helplessly: "Qinglan, our Song family still has some energy in Yunzhou. Besides, we fired a gun last night. It wouldn't be difficult to investigate some things. But having said that, this happened
Due to the close friendship between our two families, I didn’t tell my family anything about the matter, otherwise I should have come over to help last night.”
Qi Guozheng forced a smile on his face and said: "Xiaojun, we appreciate your kindness, but our Qi family is in big trouble this time, so you'd better go back as soon as possible."
Song Fengjun smiled lightly and said: "Grandpa Qi, if it were just me, I wouldn't come here to show off my strength. But this time I brought helpers."
"oh?"
Everyone looked at the dark-faced man next to Song Fengjun.
This dark-faced man has not said a word since he came in. His eyes are as dull as water. Even when he sees Qi Guozheng, his expression is very indifferent.
"Let me introduce, this is Mr. Fan Jingwu from the Wushen Army. I came to Yunzhou this time to trace the traces of another gangster, and asked our Song family to help with the search. After learning about Uncle Qi this time, I
The Song family asked him to come over and help." Song Fengjun said proudly.
Qi Guozheng and Qi Qinglan were both stunned after hearing this.
They have never heard of the Tiannan Military Region having such an army as the Martial God Army.
When Mr. Zhou heard the words "Martial God Army", his expression changed wildly. He stood up suddenly and looked at the black-faced man as if he was seeing an evil ghost.