After receiving the order, the large-scale demolition machinery and equipment rushed towards Building A of Tianfu in an orderly manner.
Seeing that the demolition crews did not waste a moment and demolished one building after another, the onlookers once again burst into warm cheers.
However, Han Jiulin had no intention of staying any longer. He raised the car window, glanced at Ye Zhaoling who was sitting in the driver's seat, nodded slightly and said, "Let's go."
Ye Zhaoling was a little surprised and couldn't help but said: "Building A will be demolished soon, and Zhou Mingjing will die soon. Sir, don't you want to read it?"
Han Jiulin closed his eyes and said softly: "Suddenly it felt boring and not interesting anymore. As for Zhou Mingjing, he will die if he dies. Whether I watch it or not, it makes no difference."
"Okay then." Ye Zhaoling shrugged, started the car, and drove Han Jiulin away.
The Tianfu Square demolition incident that shocked the whole city was probably watched by hundreds of thousands of people.
However, Han Jiulin, who had single-handedly facilitated this incident, left midway without interest.
I'm afraid that if others knew about this, their eyes would drop to the ground in shock.
What kind of person can be so ambitious, so light-hearted, and so open-minded?
As for Zhou Mingjing, I'm afraid he won't know it until his death. After Han Jiulin sent people to capture him, let alone summoning him in person, he didn't even bother to take a second look at his death.
He didn't know until his death that in the eyes of the real top people in this world, a so-called successful young talent like him who lives in a corner, is as insignificant as an ant.
The Hummer left the Tianfu Square area and slowly left on the busy street.
Not long after, a loud noise was heard behind him, and even the body of the Hummer, a thousand meters away, shook slightly.
That was Building A of Tianfu. It had already followed the footsteps of Building B, which collapsed to the ground and turned into ruins.
However, from beginning to end, no one knew that this much-anticipated house was demolished, and when it seemed to fall, it also meant the end of a life.
No one saw it, and I don't know whether it was God's will or a coincidence. Among the ruins after the collapse, the two pairs of eyes of Building A and Building B could actually look at each other from a distance through the gaps between countless stones.
The Hummer drove all the way to the foot of Yanshan Cemetery.
Ye Zhaoling sat in the car and waited, while Han Jiulin, carrying a bottle of high-strength liquor, went up the mountain alone again to He Zhuo's tomb.
This time, he toasted to He Xinhong and Hu Xiurong.
"Mom, Dad, all the enemies who killed you have been executed by me except Zhou Ming.
Don't be anxious, wait until tomorrow, and I will send Yi Ming to the road of hell."
Reaching into his arms, Han Jiulin took out a photo whose color had faded a bit because he had been carrying it with him all year round.
The photo is of He Xinhong and Hu Xiurong after they drowned in the river and were salvaged along with the vehicle.
The skin and flesh are white, swollen, deformed, and extremely ugly.
However, before they died, the two hugged each other tightly and did not separate until they died, which is disappointing.
This is the last look of adoptive parents bidding farewell to this world, which is heartbreaking.
Han Jiulin has carried this photo with him for more than a year, but he has only taken it out to look at it a handful of times.
Because he didn't dare to look.
Even though he had killed thousands of enemies and was used to seeing life and death massacred, he still found it difficult to face this photo.
The reason why I carry the photos with me is more of a warning.
Now, the great revenge is about to be avenged, and Han Jiulin finally no longer has to bear the pain.
He lit the photo on fire and burned it to ashes in front of the grave.
The photo posted on the tombstone is better looking, in full glory.
Just when Han Jiulin was about to sit on the floor and accompany his relatives, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked sideways.
In the darkness, he saw a slightly stooped figure walking out of the climbing stairs and walking towards him.
The other party also seemed surprised that on this night, there were people worshiping in front of the He family's tomb.
Now walk quickly.
When the two people were ten meters apart, they finally saw each other's faces clearly.
Han Jiulin moved slightly.
The other party, with tears streaming down his face, walked over quickly, knelt down in front of Han Jiulin, moved his lips, and shouted with sadness and joy: "Young Master! You are finally back!"
After shouting, I burst into tears!
This is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a thin body and a haggard appearance. He is also carrying half a bottle of low-quality wine and some cooked meat in his hand.
This man's name was Ding Zhongshan, who was He Xinhong's driver back then and was extremely loyal to He Xinhong. During the three years he lived in the He family, Ding Zhongshan also took great care of Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin took a deep breath, helped Ding Zhongshan up, and said slowly: "Brother Ding, stop crying."
Ding Zhongshan's eyes were full of self-blame and guilt, he shook his head and cried: "Young master, it's all my fault. On the day when the master and his wife fell into the river, I happened to take a leave of absence and couldn't drive for them.
Otherwise, if I had been driving that day, they would certainly not have died! It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!”
It turns out that Ding Zhongshan, as He Xinhong's driver, still can't let go of He Xinhong's death.
He only thought that the deaths of He Xinhong and Hu Xiurong were due to accidents. If he had been the driver, this accident would have been avoided.
"If the master and his wife had not died, the He family would not have collapsed, and the eldest young master would not have drowned himself in the river!
All of this is my fault!"
Ding Zhongshan issued a confession of self-blame.
These things were like a thorn in his heart, and he had been unable to express them. Now that he saw Han Jiulin, he was finally able to express them.
"Brother Ding, I don't blame you for this. If you hadn't asked for leave that day, you would have just died with my parents." Han Jiulin patted Ding Zhongshan on the shoulder and comforted him.
In fact, when Han Jiulin investigated the deaths of He Xinhong and Hu Xiurong last year, he also asked Zunwei to investigate Ding Zhongshan.
After all, Ding Zhongshan, as He Xinhong's personal driver, never misses work.
Why did Ding Zhongshan take leave on the day He Xinhong died?
There may very well be something fishy about this.
However, after investigation, it was discovered that there was indeed nothing wrong with Ding Zhongshan, and it was really just a coincidence.
It has to be said that this is also Ding Zhongshan's luck. Otherwise, if Zhou Ming, Zhang Heiwu and others killed even He Xinhong, how would he care about the life of a small driver?
If he had not asked for leave that day, he would have had no choice but to accompany He Xinhong and Hu Xiurong to die together.
Han Jiulin looked at Ding Zhongshan's face full of regret, sighed slightly, and explained with relief: "Brother Ding, I really don't blame you for this matter. I have found out the cause of my parents' death. It was not an accident at all, but someone
Premeditated murder.
Your presence or absence will not change anything, so you must stop blaming yourself."
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