Nanfeng Village is located in a remote area, and the villagers have long since left and moved. In the large village, there are not many households.
One of the most elegantly built houses, with white walls and black tiles and a tall gate, is the ancestral property of the Zhou family.
at this time.
Fang Lei, the housekeeper of the Zhou family, was sitting quietly on a chair in the courtyard, drinking Dahongpao, humming a tune, and waiting comfortably.
In front of him were two bundles of rope.
It was used to hang Chen Yan and Wang Hongluan into the tree.
Looking at the time, there was still half an hour left before the two hours set by Mr. Zhou, but the men he sent had not yet sent the people, which made him a little annoyed.
"This little king is so unlucky in his work. It seems he is not very capable and needs to be put under pressure!"
Fang Lei was talking to himself and taking a sip of tea with a look of enjoyment on his face; he enjoyed not only the tea, but also the power to control the fate of others with one hand, which fascinated him.
At this moment.
The courtyard door of the old house was pushed open.
Two young men walked in side by side.
Butler Fang Lei took a look and found that one of them was Chen Yan, whom he had asked someone to tie up. However, the man named Chen was clean and there was no rope tied to him. What's more important, he actually walked in by himself.
, where are Xiao Wang and those people?
"Why are you?" he blurted out.
"Didn't you ask someone to invite me here?" Chen Yan said with a smile, but his smile always seemed to have an evil nature, which made people feel a little chilled from the bottom of their hearts.
"I asked someone to invite you here?"
Fang Lei was stunned for a moment, thinking, didn't I make it clear to Xiao Wang? Did I say please? I remember it seemed like it was tied up, "What about Xiao Wang?"
"Boom!"
A sound.
A big living person fell from the sky.
What hit Fang Lei's feet was none other than Xiao Wang, a muscular man whose arm was cut off by Chen Yan.
Chen Yan asked: "Is he the person you are looking for?"
Fang Lei was stunned.
At this time, more people suddenly fell down, all of them were his men, but this time they didn't hit his feet, but directly on Fang Lei's body.
Yuan Mu looked at the rope on the ground and said leisurely: "This rope is a little short."
...
Zhou Yangtian left the hospital and went to his old house with the offerings.
This is also his habit. When doing things like killing people, he must bring offerings. The middle-aged man sitting next to him is named Jin Long. He invited him at a large price. The money he spends on Jin Long every year amounts to hundreds of millions.
It's a plan, but Zhou Yangtian thinks it's worth it.
Without the Golden Dragon, the Zhou family would never be as prosperous as it is today.
Because Jinlong is an ancient warrior.
"My Zhou family has finally become one of the four major families in Jiangzhou. How can we lose our reputation in vain? So what if the doctor named Chen saved my grandson? If he doesn't die, my Zhou family's name will not be rectified!"
He was angry all the way.
Finally arriving at the old house, Zhou Yangtian was shocked as soon as he entered the door. There were actually more than a dozen people hanging on the old jujube tree.
"Why so many?"
"Didn't you say that the little doctor was an orphan?"
Zhou Yangtian then said loudly: "Lao Fang, why are there so many people? Who are these people?"
Fang Lei did not respond.
"Lao Fang, Lao Fang..."
The golden dragon next to him looked at someone hanging on the tree with penetrating eyes and said: "Old Zhou, there is no need to shout, Lao Fang is up there and is already dead!"
What?
Zhou Yangtian was shocked. He was a little presbyopic. It wasn't until Jin Long pointed it out to him that he saw clearly that Fang Lei was really hanging on the tree.