Long Hao and Qipangtou went to Qingshui Bay first, but when they arrived at the door of the villa, they were dumbfounded. Everything in the house except the walls was smashed to pieces, and even the door was demolished.
The living room and rooms were even splashed with paint and paint, and the pungent smell could be smelled even before entering the door.
Long Hao had no idea what happened after he was taken away last night, but he already had a bad premonition in his heart, so he immediately called Heifeng to investigate Zhao Qing's location, and soon found it.
Seeing Zhao Qing sitting on the ground burying her head in tears, especially when she was still wearing a hospital gown and with blood seeping out of the bandage on her legs, his heart stung hard.
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"
A low and worried voice sounded from beside him.
Zhao Qing trembled all over, raised her head with tears in her eyes, and was stunned when she saw Long Hao's face.
"I told you not to fight all the time. You always think you are very powerful. Do you know that I am worried to death?" Zhao Qing cried and beat Long Hao on the body.
Long Hao felt that his nose was a little sore. This girl was still the same as before, with a sharp mouth and a soft heart.
Standing next to her, Qi Pang's eyes were a little moist. Her sister-in-law was still wearing a hospital gown, her legs were bleeding, and her face was haggard. God knows what she went through during the day and night when the boss was gone.
Long Hao helped Zhao Qing up, hugged her tightly, and let her cry loudly on his shoulder. He patted her back and said softly: "I can't. I will control myself."
At this time, the two security guards standing at the door were smoking and joking at Long Hao: "This woman is really sick. She really jumped when Mr. Tian asked her to jump. Did she run away from the mental hospital?"
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The sound was not loud, but it reached Long Hao's ears.
"Qifang, help Qing'er get into the car." After Long Hao said that, he turned and walked towards the two security guards.
The Tian family's security guards had all been beaten by Long Hao before. The risk factor was too great. The old security guards had all left. These two people had just come here, so they didn't know Zhao Qing, let alone Long Hao.
"You two, you just said that my wife was jumping around? Can you tell me what's going on?" Long Hao did not cause trouble for the two of them. He took out a box of 1916 from his pocket and gave one to each of them.
Seeing Long Hao get out of the Land Rover, smoking a 1916, the two security guards were not stupid, and said with a smile: "Brother, that's your wife? Did someone in your family have an accident? She was begging at the door just now.
Mr. Tian is here..."
The two young brothers, who had no scheming ideas, told Long Hao everything they saw. After listening, Long Hao started to walk inside.
"Brother, what are you doing? Outsiders are not allowed to enter our boss's house." A security guard immediately changed his face and stopped in front of Long Hao.
"Do you know how many times your boss has been beaten by me?" Long Hao glanced at him, stretched out his hand and pushed, causing the security guard to take four or five steps back and fall to the ground on all fours.
Tian Guangji, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, didn't know that the two newly recruited retired "elites" had already sold him. At this moment, he was calling Kong Shaoxiong's assistant on his mobile phone.
"Assistant Wang, is Long Hao really dead? Oh, this is a great thing. No wonder that bitch named Zhao came to my house today." Hearing this exciting news, Tian Guangji almost got up from the sofa.
Jump up.
"Will there be a funeral tomorrow? Okay, even if I, Tian, am in a wheelchair, I will definitely go see Mr. Kong on his last journey." Tian Guangji sighed and hung up the phone.
Unexpectedly, something happened to the eldest son of the Kong family, and I could think that Kong Wen's death was related to Long Hao.
But now he has received the definite news from the Kong family that Long Hao is dead. Combined with Zhao Qing's behavior just now, Tian Guangji can't wait to find a few singing and dancing teams to sing him at home for three days and three nights. He is really happy.
A figure came from outside the door. Tian Guangji didn't even look at it. He thought it was the driver coming in and waved: "Xiao Liu, please prepare yourself tomorrow morning. I'm going to the Kong family in Jinzhou to express my condolences. I'll also visit Mr. Kong and his wife. Why don't you do it?"
I'll go pick out some good gifts."
After talking for a long time, Xiao Liu remained silent and instead came to his side. Tian Guangji looked up and saw Long Hao's smiling face.
"Oh my god, it's a fake corpse." Tian Guangji jumped up from the sofa, with a thick plaster bandage still tied on his leg. He jumped up.
"Will you go to the Kong family to express condolences tomorrow? I see that your legs and feet are inconvenient, so I will go with you." Long Hao said with a sneer.
Tian Guangji pointed at Long Hao, almost frightened out of his wits, and said in horror: "You, you, what do you want to do?"
"Qing'er is your niece after all, but it doesn't matter. There is no good person in your Tian family. Her leg is bleeding..." Long Hao said and looked towards Tian Guangji's right leg where he was putting on a plaster.
His eyes widened as he watched Long Hao lift his right foot and step on the injured area on his leg.
Click, click, click...
There was a sound like a dead branch being trampled. Tian Guangji closed his eyes for an instant, veins popped up on his forehead, and he raised his head and let out a scream like a slaughtered pig...
"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Let's go to Kong's house together. You might as well say hello to him in advance. I'm not dead yet." After Long Hao said that, he turned and walked outside.
It was easy for him to kill Tian Guangji, but why did he let him die so cheaply?
Zhao Qing saw Long Hao coming out. Even though the injury was still in severe pain, she still worriedly asked: "What did you go in just now?"
She seemed to be sitting in the car and faintly heard screams coming from the house, but she was not sure.
"Oh, I had a few chats with your uncle, and he said he was pretty good."
Qipang's mouth twitched and he started the car. Only he knew that the boss was completely angry now.
The car drove directly to Mingchundang. Huang Xiaoxie and his two apprentices who could be his father were already waiting at the door.
Zhao Qing also knew that Huang Xiaoxie's medical skills were incredible, so she was helped in by Long Hao.
As soon as he was lying on the hospital bed, before he could speak, Long Hao said: "Your dad will take over soon, and everything will be fine."
Zhao Qing was relieved at this time. From last night's accident to now, Zhao An and Tian Yuqin, mother and son, have not appeared. The key is that Zhao Qing sent a message about Zhao An last night. She didn't want to see her father feel disappointed.
While Long Hao was busy with Zhao Qing and his daughter, a black luxury car drove quickly in front of the No. 3 office of Qiankun Pavilion in the southern suburbs.
After the two young men got out of the car, they quickly opened the rear door. A middle-aged man wearing a blue-purple robe had a gloomy look on his face and walked quickly inside.
There were already three or four members of the Qiankun Pavilion waiting at the door. When they saw the person coming, several of them had expressions of relief on their faces. They immediately came forward respectfully, knelt down on one knee and shouted: "We will welcome the master..."
"Stop talking nonsense, go in and talk." The black-faced man waved his hand and stepped directly onto the steps. He was the leader of the South China branch, Luo Changan.
Looking at the body covered with white cloth in front of him, the coldness in Luo Changan's eyes almost froze.
"Sect Master, the deputy sect master even shouted before he died that he could not embarrass the people of Qiankun Pavilion. Those bastards were so arrogant that they trampled the deputy sect master to death." A middle-aged man next to him complained while wiping his tears.
They don't know that apart from their superior-subordinate relationship, Luo Chang'an and Tang Yonghai have actually been brothers for decades. Twenty years ago, the two of them practiced in Yiyi Temple in Mount Wutai, and then entered the ancient martial arts world and were admitted to the Qiankun Pavilion. solicit.
Over the decades, the two have become closer than brothers.
"No matter how high the status of the other party is, the deputy sect leader must avenge himself. Inform all members of the South China branch to gather here at midnight!" Luo Changan waved his hand, and the hearts of more than a dozen people standing around him trembled.