In the First People's Hospital of Beijing, He Ming was lying on the bed. He was beaten beyond recognition by Liu Pojun. His mother probably wouldn't recognize him as her son even if he came.
If Ye Zihao hadn't told Liu Pojun to stop, Liu Pojun might have beaten He Ming to death. He Ming was later injured and was taken to the hospital by his group of buddies.
At this time, the person beside He Ming is his father... He Qingsheng!"
"Amin!"
"Tell dad, who beat you so badly?"
He Qingsheng asked with a serious expression and annoyance.
"Yes...it's Liu Pojun! He smashed my car and beat me like this! Dad, you must seek justice for me! Woohoo! Woohoo!"
He Ming looked sad, as if he had been greatly wronged.
"What? It's actually Liu Pojun?"
He Qingsheng was shocked for a moment, but was replaced by anger.
Liu Pojun beat his son in public, which did not take the He family seriously at all. Before, he could not kill Liu Pojun by poisoning him, but now Liu Pojun beat his son seriously.
Oh shit!
Liu Pojun, you are too arrogant!
He Qingsheng looked angry.
"Dad! Hurry up and teach Liu Pojun a lesson!! If we give in like this, what will other families think of our He family?"
He Ming quickly urged and said.
"Don't worry! Dad will definitely seek justice for you! I promise!"
He Qingsheng agreed with a serious expression.
Immediately afterwards, he asked He Ming to recover from his injuries and left the rest to him.
Soon, He Qingsheng left the ward.
At this time, his men asked for instructions, "Master!! Liu Pojun beat the young master, what should we do next?"
"Originally, I wanted to consider a foolproof strategy, but now that Liu Pojun injured my son first, I have an excuse to deal with Liu Pojun!!" He Qingsheng said in a very sinister tone.
The subordinate responded: "But the Sword God is still in seclusion!"
He Qingsheng said coldly, "Although the Sword God has gone into seclusion, my third uncle is still there!!"
The subordinate was surprised and said: "Master! Do you mean to ask the third uncle to deal with Liu Pojun?"
"Yes! To deal with Liu Pojun, Third Uncle's attack is more than enough!"
He Qingsheng had a gloomy expression, then took out his cell phone and dialed someone's phone number!
Soon, the call was connected.
And the person who answered the phone was none other than...Uncle San!
"Master! Is something wrong?" Third Uncle asked.
"Third uncle! Help me kill someone!!"
"Who to kill?"
"Liu Pojun!!"
"when!"
"tonight!!"
"good!"
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That night!
Liu Pojun and Ye Zihao went out for a drive, but not long after they drove, Ye Zihao discovered that someone was following them behind.
"Madman! He has a tail!" Ye Zihao frowned and reminded.
"With a tail?"
Liu Pojun was slightly surprised, then glanced at the rear mirror and found that a black car was following behind them.
"Boss!!"
"What should we do next?"
Liu Pojun asked for instructions.
"Lead them to a place where no one is around!! Find out who is following us!" Ye Zihao ordered.
"Okay!! Wrap it on me!"
Liu Pojun nodded, and then deliberately drove the person following him to a corner that was rarely visited.
Soon, they stopped the car and got out of the car.
At this time, the black car also drove over. After a while, a bodyguard got out of the car. Then the bodyguard walked to the back and opened the door for the people behind.
Not long after, an old man walked out of the back row.
It can be seen that the old man's figure is a bit stooped and his face is wrinkled, but his eyes are shining brightly, and he looks like a very cunning old fox.
"Old man!!"
"Who are you anyway?"
Liu Pojun asked with a serious expression.
"The He family...third uncle!"
The old man opened his mouth to reveal his identity.
At this time, Liu Pojun was a little surprised and asked: "Are you the follower beside the Sword God? Known as the Third Uncle Ghost Hand?"
"Yes!! It's me!" The third uncle nodded, looking confident.
"Third uncle! Why are you following me?" Liu Pojun frowned and asked.
The third uncle responded with a cold expression, "You injured my young master! And my master asked me to come over and kill you!!"
"Oh shit!"
"You, Mr. He Jiayin, I haven't even settled the score with you yet, how dare you take the initiative to cause trouble for me?"
Liu Pojun reprimanded angrily and said.
"What happened before! I'm not interested in knowing!! What I'm interested in is how to kill you tonight!"
The third uncle had a gloomy look on his face, with a faint murderous aura exuding from his body.
"Third uncle!"
"You want to kill my brother! Have you ever asked me, Ye Zihao?"
Ye Zihao looked serious and said coldly.
"Are you Ye Zihao?"
The third uncle frowned, glanced at Ye Zihao with a sneer, and asked.
"Yes! Is there any problem?" Ye Zihao asked.
"My master also told me! If I see you, I will kill you as well! So that Liu Pojun will have a companion on the road to hell!"
The third uncle had a confident expression on his face, as if he didn't take Ye Zihao and Liu Pojun seriously at all.
"Old man!"
"As soon as you get older, stop showing off in front of young people! Do you think you can kill us if you want to?"
Seeing how arrogant he was, Ye Zihao became unhappy.
"I want to kill you! It's as easy as squeezing an ant to death!" The third uncle was quite arrogant, as if he didn't regard the young man as his opponent.
"Really?"
The corners of Ye Zihao's mouth raised slightly. Although the person he really wanted to fight was the Sword God, the old man in front of him spoke too arrogantly, and even seemed to be relying on his elders.
"certainly!"
"As long as you can withstand three punches from me! I can spare your life!!"
The third uncle's expression was quite confident, and he even made such an arrogant provocation.
"What if you can't knock me down with three punches?" Ye Zihao said playfully with the corner of his mouth raised slightly.
"impossible!!"
"I have been in the world for decades, and those who can withstand my three punches are all famous masters in the world! But you are so young and have no reputation at all! How could you possibly be able to withstand my three punches?"
The third uncle looked sarcastic with disdain on his face.
"Old man!"
"I said what if!!"
Ye Zihao said lightly and said.
"Hmph! If you can withstand three punches from me, then I'll give you thirty punches!!"
The third uncle didn't even think about it and expressed his position on the spot.
Apparently!
In his eyes, Ye Zihao has no reputation at all and is not even a master!!
To deal with this kind of rubbish, Uncle San felt that it was effortless for him!