Han Shixiao was surrounded by the saluting crowd and felt a little stiff.
Isn’t Brother Zhang just a retired veteran?
Why do these people go crazy just by throwing out a piece of junk?
But the atmosphere was so heightened that if he didn't salute, he always felt like he wasn't patriotic enough.
"Don't do the formality."
Zhang Ruoyu pushed through the crowd, stared at the entrance of the villa, and said indifferently: "Have you negotiated with the people inside?"
"Negotiations have been completed!" Li Hongzhao raised his head and held his chest out, his eyes full of enthusiasm.
It took China more than forty years to create a total of four Dragon Soul Tokens.
Who owns these four pieces is a top secret.
But in the military department, from the generals down to the cooks, everyone knows about the Dragon Soul Order, and everyone is eager for the whole country to create a fifth piece tailor-made for him and become immortal.
But everyone knows that the person who can get this order is an unparalleled national scholar.
A month ago, the first owner of the Dragon Soul Order was exposed, his name was Zhang Xiangbei.
The soul of Beimang who created the immortal legend!
"How was the negotiation?" Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.
"Jiang Qingshan wants to meet Miss Han's father, Han Daowei."
Li Hongzhao held the Dragon Soul Token in his hand and was a little reluctant to give it back to him, as if as long as he held it long enough, China's fifth Dragon Soul Token would belong to her.
"Have we been contacted?" Zhang Ruoyu asked.
"Still in contact." Li Hongzhao said in awe.
At this moment, Zhang Ruoyu stood in front of her like a mountain, erupting with overwhelming pressure.
"No wait." Zhang Ruoyu gave instructions. "Inform Jiang Qingshan that Han Jiangxue's husband is here. He should want to see me."
"Chief! This is against the rules!" Li Hongzhao's blood boiled.
A month ago, China lost a national scholar, and the whole country mourned.
If something happens to the owner of the second Dragon Soul Token in Binhai, no one can bear this responsibility!
"What I'm talking about are the rules."
Zhang Ruoyu walked towards the entrance of the villa, no one dared to stop him.
Li Hongzhao had no choice but to contact Jiang Qingshan immediately, but his heart was in his throat.
Boom!
Thunder broke out in the sky again, and the wind suddenly rose.
But this thunder suddenly woke up Li Hongzhao.
It took China only 40 years to build four pieces. General Zhang created an immortal legend and was worthy of the Dragon Soul Order.
He, Zhang Ruoyu, is just a cook—why?
Not only her, but the soldiers nearby also felt it was extremely unreasonable after they came to their senses.
Li Hongzhao was full of speculations and even vaguely guessed a certain possibility!
She picked up the Dragon Soul Token and looked at it carefully, and she suddenly became furious!
In addition to the outline of a lifelike golden dragon on this Dragon Soul Token, there are also three words engraved on the bottom: Zhang Xiangbei!
"Damn it! I should have thought of it earlier!" Li Hongzhao was furious.
Long Fei once said that General Zhang’s closest comrade during his lifetime was Zhang Ruoyu!
After General Zhang died in battle, it was completely reasonable for the Dragon Soul Order to be handed over to him for safekeeping!
In order to save his wife, this bastard deceived himself with the Dragon Soul Token!
Is he not afraid of death?
Aren’t you afraid of sending him to a military court yourself!?
Boom!
There was another thunder.
It seems to imply some kind of ominous omen.
…
In the gloomy villa, dozens of men in black were scattered around to prevent the police from sneaking in or breaking down the door, with serious expressions on their faces.
Han Jiangxue's hands and feet were tied, and a black hood was placed on her head. Her eyes were completely dark.
As thunder broke out outside the villa, Han Jiangxue's little heart jumped and sank.
If I had known that I wouldn't work so hard, wouldn't it be nice to go home early and eat the feast cooked by Brother Zhang?
After eating, you can also make a beautiful complete set...
Boom!
Tonight, the sky seems to be falling.
There was thunder and heavy rain fell.
The only good thing is that this bastard went to see his aunt off tonight and didn't work overtime with him.
Otherwise, the old Zhang family will be brought to ruin...
I just don't know how this bastard is doing at home.
After a night of thunder, had he already hid under the quilt and cried for his father and mother?
He kept cursing: Why doesn't this bitch go home? Did she die outside? I wonder if I'm afraid of thunder?
Thinking of this situation, Han Jiangxue suddenly lost her fear and even wanted to laugh a little. She wanted to suddenly appear in front of this bastard and mock him condescendingly: coward!
Ding ding.
A shrill ringtone rang. It was Han Jiangxue's cell phone, but it was occupied by Jiang Qingshan and became a tool for communicating with the military and police outside the villa.
After answering the phone, Jiang Qingshan's red, swollen and ferocious eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light.
He bared his teeth like a madman and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiaoxue, I have some good news for you. Your father hasn't arrived yet, but your newly married chef husband is coming to save you soon."
Han Jiangxue's delicate body trembled. Although her eyes were dark, her beautiful eyes were as wide as copper bells.
"Don't mess with him!" Han Jiangxue struggled angrily, trying to break free.
"You're angry?"
A hoarse, distorted laugh rang out.
Jiang Qingshan, who was bending his waist and looking up his head, was breathing heavily, as if he were a psychotic patient: "The angrier you are, the more excited I am!"
"Don't worry, with your husband watching the battle, I will be braver and won't let you down!"
The almost maniacal laughter resounded throughout the villa.
The whimpering and shrill sound of the wind outside the door was terrifying.
Dong Dong.
There was a knock on the door.
"May I come inside?"
It is a calm, indifferent voice without any emotion.
The sound wasn't too loud, but it completely suppressed the disturbing sounds of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, making it clear to the ears.
"Open the door! Let him in!"
Jiang Qingshan shouted, bloodthirsty light dancing in his eyes.
More than a dozen well-trained men in black rushed forward and opened the door for him.
Standing at the door was Zhang Ruoyu, who was soaked by the rain.
But his resolute face and his eyes as calm as mountains showed no signs of wavering.
After entering the house, after seeing clearly the basic layout of the villa, it was determined that Han Jiangxue, whose hands and feet were bound, was not injured.
He turned around slowly, very politely, and locked the door of the villa with his own hands.
Then, he turned around again, his dark eyes looked at Jiang Qingshan, who was holding a gun in his hand, his face full of ferocious anger, and said indifferently: "How do you want to die?"
