The visitor was none other than the prince's father, Wang Ya, who is currently the helmsman of a technology company under the Wang Family Group. He is worth three to four billion and is well-known in Jinling. However, among the four second generation members of the Wang family, he is the worst off.
He has no say in the family.
Among them, the eldest brother is the third richest man in the list, and the second son is the chief of staff in the military region outside and has great power. Therefore, Wang Ya and Wang Wenwu have the best relationship and are usually closest to each other.
"I heard that Ziyi was injured. Come and have a look." Wang Ya said with a frown.
Wang Wenwu nodded slightly, "Do you know that boy's background?"
"My Ziping was also injured by that guy. I investigated his background and found out that he was just a senior high school student, but he seemed to be very close to Chu Tian. I don't know why, so I never took action."
Wang Ya waved, and Xiaomi behind him immediately handed over a document.
Wang Wenwu took the document and glanced at it, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"Chu Tian doesn't deserve to be on an equal footing with me at all. I didn't expect that he killed Yang Laoba, forced Yang Laoba to flee Jinling, unified the forces in Xicheng, and now claims to compete with me. I heard that he hired a master. Could it be that
Is it extraordinary?"
"That should be it. With Chu Tian supporting him, he should be able to do martial arts himself. Otherwise, how could he dare to touch Zi Ping and Zi Yi." Wang Ya frowned and said in deep thought.
Wang Wenwu narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and hummed: "I have wanted to devour Chu Tian for a long time. This time, I will cut off one of his arms first, and then use this Zhuo Bufan to open the knife. How dare he hurt me?"
son."
After hearing Wang Wenwu's words, Wang Ya hesitated and said, "Third brother, why don't we go see that person."
"Okay." Wang Wenwu stood up and wandered around the underground society. After experiencing the test of life and death and bloodshed, he had already developed a firm ambition. Although he cared about his son, he would not guard his son like ordinary people.
Don't do anything here.
The two left the hospital and got into a black SUV Audi Q7, driven by Wang Wenwu's confidant and bodyguard.
"Third brother, did you really get that guy out?" Wang Ya asked cautiously, lowering his voice.
"Well, I don't know how many connections I have trusted and how much money I have spent in the past two years. As long as he helps me, integrating Jinling's underground strength will not be a problem. When the time comes, I will see if the boss and the second boss still dare to despise me.
"Wang Wenwu snorted coldly.
Wang Ya nodded and said: "Third brother, we have the best relationship in the family. If you want to choose the next clan leader, I will definitely support you. The eldest and the second eldest brother have always looked down on me."
"Don't worry, as long as I can take the position of clan leader, your benefits will definitely be indispensable." Wang Wenwu said calmly.
The car kept going straight, and finally drove directly onto the national highway. Half an hour later, it stopped at the door of a large iron gate in the suburbs. The iron gate and the wall were about five or six meters high, and there was an electric grid on top. The prison door was painted with white paint.
"Prison No. 1" is written in big characters. All prisoners here are serious criminals. Two prison guards with Type 9 machine guns stand at the door to guard the prison.
There is only one road in the middle of the prison, with forests on both sides, giving it an eerie feeling.
Suddenly, a small door less than two meters below the prison opened, and a figure stepped out. His eyes were not used to the strong light and he squinted.
Only then did Wang Ya see the other person clearly. He was actually an old man in his sixties, with long black and white hair. He was wearing a prison uniform, and he was relatively short, giving him a very wretched appearance.
"Third brother, is this guy the repeat offender of the 94 Gold Store murder and robbery case?"
Wang Wenwu nodded: "Pang Bingjie, nicknamed Blood Blade, was born in 1957. He once went to Nanyang to develop. It seems that he became a disciple of a famous overseas master. He only returned to China in 2000 and has been engaged in the assassination business.
, he committed a serious crime in Nanhai Province in 2000. He robbed a gold store and killed several security guards and two patrolmen. I heard that his kung fu has reached the peak of Ming Jin."
After that, the two of them went down. Wang Wenwu smiled and said: "Mr. Pang, congratulations, you finally came out."
"I've been in there for 14 years, and I'm not used to it when I come out all of a sudden." Pang Bingjie looked around blankly, and after finishing speaking, he coughed, looking as weak as a sick old man.
"Thank you, Mr. Wu. Without your help, I would have had to stay in there until I was buried in the loess. I didn't expect that I would be able to come out and breathe the outside air in my lifetime." Pang Bingjie said with emotion.
In fact, Pang Bingjie was lucky. The prosecutor's office lacked evidence that he committed murder. Otherwise, he would have been shot, and in the end he was only sentenced to life imprisonment.
"I have prepared a delicious meal for you at the hotel, why don't we go over and talk in detail." Wang Wenwu made an inviting gesture.
Inside the hotel box, there is a table of rare delicacies.
Wang Wenwu, Wang Ya, and Pang Bingjie were sitting inside. Behind Wang Wenwu stood a personal bodyguard who was also his confidant.
Pang Bingjie seemed to be starving to death. He didn't even use chopsticks, just grabbed the shark's fin and bird's nest and stuffed it into himself. Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya just frowned slightly as they looked at it. They had no intention of eating.
"Mr. Pang, I spent a lot of effort to get you out this time and spent a lot of contacts and money. You should help me as I said before." Wang Wenwu brought up the business.
Pang Bingjie laughed and said while eating: "Master Wu, I don't have any good character. The only good thing is that I never regret when I promise others. This time I will help you for three years. After three years, you will give me
I’ll give you 100 million, and then help me leave the Dragon Kingdom to retire abroad.”
"One hundred million? That's too much for a lion to say," the bodyguard standing behind Wang Wenwu snorted dissatisfied.
Wang Wenwu didn't say anything to stop him, apparently feeling that the other party was taking advantage of him.
"One hundred million is not much at all. If I assist Lord Wu, this Jinling will be yours in less than three years. By then, you will have benefited from it. I am afraid that one hundred million is just a drop in the bucket." Pang Bingjie shook his head lightly.
"Even if 100 million is a drop in the bucket to Master Wu, why can you take so much money?" the bodyguard said disdainfully.
I have long disliked this old man. He is no different from those sloppy old guys on the street. He actually dares to ask for a price of 100 million.
"Ah Quan, please don't be rude." Wang Wenwu frowned, glanced at the bodyguard behind him, then looked at Pang Bing and said, "Mr. Pang's martial arts skills are unpredictable. How can you, a junior, interrupt."
Although he said this, Wang Wenwu only heard the legend about Pang Bingjie, which was completely different from the image in front of him.
Pang Bingjie naturally understood the principle of asking for a price to see the goods. He smiled coldly, put his index finger on the wine glass, and then lightly hooked it. The wine glass suddenly spun violently and flew towards the bodyguard behind Wang Wenwu.
When Ah Quan saw it, he stretched out his hand to grab it. Being able to be Wang Wenwu's bodyguard certainly meant he had some real abilities. He not only trained in close combat every day, but also had countless bloody battles. The wine glass hit him.
In his hand, his expression suddenly changed, a piece of fleshy skin was wiped off in an instant, and the wine glass slammed into the nanmu screen behind him.
The most amazing thing is that the wine glass didn't break. Half of it sank into the solid wooden board and spun for a while before stopping.
Pang Bingjie wiped his mouth, stood up and said calmly: "I can't even hold a wine glass, do you have the right to speak here?" (To be continued)