The first thousand two hundred and thirty-five chapters
"who are you?"
Murong Xue looked at Yang Hao who suddenly became quiet and asked with some anxiety, her eyes full of suspicion.
Yang Hao smiled: "It doesn't matter who I am. I told you that I came to Zhou Weimin to collect a bill. I didn't lie to you about this."
Murong Xue's mind was spinning with thoughts: "Do you know Zhou Weimin very well?"
Yang Hao did not answer, but simply replied: "Miss Murong, knowing too much will not do you any good. You know, too much curiosity can easily be silenced."
Murong Xue's face suddenly turned pale, but in the end she still asked uneasily: "Is it just to collect the bill and ask for money?"
Yang Hao looked at the watch on his wrist and estimated the time when Zhou Weimin would arrive, but did not answer Murong Xue.
Murong Xue looked at Yang Hao's calm expression, and the bad premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger. The thought she had been suppressing finally jumped out, and she couldn't help but asked: "Are you here to kill him?"
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Yang Hao raised his eyes and glanced at Murong Xue: "If you find him dead tomorrow, then he must be unwilling to pay the debt, then you can find another man. Besides, what happened when I saw you today?
, only you and I know that if the Zhou family knows that Zhou Weimin died because of your phone call, then I'm afraid you will also be in huge trouble. I think you should be very clear about how powerful the Zhou family is."
Murong Xue's face turned paler when she heard what Yang Hao said. The other party seemed to know the Zhou family very well. Does this mean that the other party knew that Zhou Weimin was very powerful?
If he knows all this and still insists on doing this, does that mean that he is more powerful than Zhou Weimin? Zhou Weimin said that he had done something wrong in the past few days and was hiding at home. Now that this person asked him to lure him out, does he want to kill him?
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The more Murong Xue thought, the paler her face became. Yang Hao's words basically convinced her that it was her phone call that led to Zhou Weimin. If he died, then she would be the biggest accomplice!
Murong Xue's hand gently touched the mobile phone in front of her. Just when her hand touched the mobile phone, Yang Hao stood up, stretched out his hand to press her hand, and stared at her face.
She maintained the beautiful face of a thirty-year-old woman and said with a smile: "You are a beautiful and smart woman. You should know that you cannot do such a thing."
Yang Hao took the phone from Murong Xue's hand and smiled at the snow-white Murong Xue: "Have a good sleep. When you wake up, there will be some troublesome things waiting for you, but I believe that smart people
If you are like you, you will definitely handle it well."
Murong Xue wanted to say something else, but Yang Hao had already struck Murong Xue on the neck with a clean palm. Murong Xue rolled her eyes and fell softly on the sofa.
Yang Hao placed Murong Xue on the sofa, then quietly left Murong Xue's Villa No. 8, standing in a dark corner, waiting quietly.
About ten minutes later, a car light appeared in the distance, the remote-controlled iron door at the entrance of Villa No. 8 opened directly, and the car slowly slid into the villa.
Yang Hao, who was hiding in the darkness, raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He even had the key, which saved him some trouble.
The car stopped and the door opened. Zhou Weimin got out of the driver's seat and glanced at Villa No. 8 with the lights still on, with a rather strange look on his face.
Not many people know about his relationship with Murong Xue, and those who do know often wonder why he wants to be with such an old woman. With his wealth and status, what kind of woman doesn't have that?
He has never told anyone this reason, because if he did, others might look at him strangely.
Zhou Weimin's mother and his father divorced in his early years, and later his father remarried, but how could his stepmother compare to his biological mother? Moreover, that woman was vain and had no other merits except her beauty. He had not dealt with her since he was a child, so he remembered
The hazy maternal love that he could not remember clearly made him miss him even more.
The encounter between Zhou Weimin and Murong Xue was by chance. At that time, Murong Xue was still a stall owner. Zhou Weimin fell drunk next to his stall. She took him back to her narrow rental house and took good care of him.
It was this unconscious act that changed her destiny. In a few years, she went from a struggling stall owner to the glorious No. 7 owner of Xiangshan.
Zhou Weimin is ruthless, arrogant and difficult to get along with, but he is completely different in front of Murong Xue. Murong Xue is like a safe haven. He always comes to Murong Xue when he is unhappy or irritable.
After venting unscrupulously and enjoying Murong Xue's gentle guidance, his mood was often calmed down.
Being forced to come back by his family this time, he was actually very depressed. He wanted to come to Murong Xue to talk to him before, but his family kept him under tight control. It happened that Murong Xue called today, so he took advantage of the situation to come over.
trip.
I just don’t know what Murong Xue wants to do with me. Could it be that he misses me after not seeing each other for so long?
Thinking of Murong Xue's alluring body, Zhou Weimin felt a little hot in his heart.
He took steps to go upstairs, but suddenly stopped and looked into the shadows beside him, with a wary look on his face.
Yang Hao slowly walked out of the shadows and stood in front of Zhou Weimin.
Zhou Weimin looked at the strange man in front of him with a gloomy look. This man appeared in Murong Xue's villa and seemed to be waiting for him. Could it be related to Murong Xue calling him?
"Who are you, and what did you do to Murong Xue?"
Yang Hao stared at Zhou Weimin's face with cold eyes: "She's fine. You don't have to worry about her. I just knocked her out. Now I think you should be more worried about yourself."
Zhou Weimin heard that Murong Xue was fine. He breathed a sigh of relief at first and looked around cautiously. There seemed to be no one else: "I don't seem to recognize you?"
Yang Hao said in a deep voice: "You don't know me, and I don't know you. It doesn't matter. What matters is that you have to pay the price for what you have done!"
Zhou Weimin looked at Yang Hao's face with confusion, always feeling as if he had seen it somewhere before. Although it was very strange, he always felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Zhou Weimin stared at Yang Hao: "I always feel that you look familiar. We have never met before."
Yang Hao smiled coldly, turned his hand, and the cheap fruit knife appeared in his hand.
Zhou Weimin glanced at the fruit knife in Yang Hao's hand and sneered: "Just this fruit knife?"
Yang Hao didn't answer any more and walked slowly towards Zhou Weimin.
There was a look of caution on Zhou Weimin's face. Although the man in front of him was very strange, not any outstanding disciple of the hidden family that he knew, but for some reason, he subconsciously felt something from this man.
The smell of danger.
He had never seen the man in front of him, but his intuition told him that the man in front of him should be someone he knew, and he was very dangerous.
When Yang Hao was only about two meters away from Zhou Weimin, he suddenly moved his body and pounced directly on Zhou Weimin. Zhou Weimin moved his steps and was ready to deal with a crazy man with a knife in his hand. In Zhou Weimin's eyes,
, the man who rushed over from the opposite side was just like a noisy child, without the slightest threat.
Just when Zhou Weimin was about to easily hold Yang Hao's arm, and then easily take the fruit knife from Yang Hao's hand, Yang Hao had already rushed over and stabbed the fruit knife in his hand very recklessly.
Zhou Weimin's chest.
This knife may be sharp and fast in the eyes of others, but in Zhou Weimin's eyes, it is not fast.
Zhou Weimin stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Hao's wrist. There was a bit of coldness in his eyes. Where did this guy come from? How dare he deal with him with just a fruit knife?
Isn't this funny?
No, this is not a joke, this is a suicide attempt.
Seeing that Zhou Weimin's hand was about to grab Yang Hao's wrist, Yang Hao's wrist suddenly slipped, like a fish swimming in the deep sea, it slipped around Zhou Weimin's hand, then changed its direction slightly and continued to stab.
Not only that, the moment it escaped Zhou Weimin's hand, the inferior fruit knife suddenly accelerated and stabbed directly into Zhou Weimin's heart, several times faster than before!
When Zhou Weimin missed his catch, he was shocked. Seeing the fruit knife coming directly towards his heart, he couldn't help but be shocked, because at this moment, the opponent's adaptability and combat effectiveness far exceeded Zhou Weimin's expectations.
estimate!
If just now Zhou Weimin thought that the other party was a baby that had just learned to crawl, and now the other party has suddenly transformed into a strong and strong man, the change between this is not just a several-fold change in the relationship!
Seeing the fruit knife coming directly towards his heart, at this moment, the shadow of death instantly enveloped Zhou Weimin. Zhou Weimin's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body seemed to have no weight, and he retreated directly towards the back at an extremely fast speed.
Zhou Weimin is fast, but Yang Hao is faster!
After Yang Hao's fruit knife stabbing Zhou Weimin's heart failed, Yang Hao exerted force with his feet, and his whole body turned into a phantom, disappearing in front of Zhou Weimin and appearing behind Zhou Weimin in an instant.
Just for a moment, all the hairs on Zhou Weimin's body stood up. He could feel that the other party was behind him, but he had just tried his best to back away. His body was still in a retreating state, but he could no longer change his actions.
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Yang Hao's hand stretched out from behind lightly, holding the inferior fruit knife in his hand, and then placed it on Zhou Weimin's neck. Before Zhou Weimin had time to make any reaction, he suddenly pulled it sideways.
Zhou Weimin's eyes suddenly widened, as if his eyeballs were about to bulge out. He stretched out his hands to cover his neck, as if he wanted to grab something, but it seemed like he couldn't grab anything.
Blood gushed out from his neck, and he looked in horror at Yang Hao who appeared in front of him again. He didn't know whether it was due to the shadow of death or some other reason, but a sudden flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
"Ahem...you...you are...Yang Hao..."
Yang Hao stood in front of Zhou Weimin and looked at him coldly: "You want to kill me, so you... can die." (To be continued)