As the sun set, a black Mercedes-Benz drove into a construction site, followed by two black cars.
Finally, the three vehicles stopped next to a building whose main frame had been completed, but the anti-fall net was still attached outside.
Several bodyguards in black suits got out of the car one after another. After one of them got out of the car, he immediately opened the back seat door of the first car.
Wearing a dark gray suit and a black windbreaker, Tongdao Xu got out of the car with an expressionless face and cold eyes.
After getting off the car, he glanced around.
Seeing that there was no one else around except them, he walked slowly and slowly into the building under construction under the guidance of the two bodyguards in front.
The road surface is uneven, with potholes, small puddles, and many broken bricks and cement blocks.
Comrade Xu followed the two bodyguards who led the way and walked into the building calmly.
Among the several bodyguards following him, one of them was holding a long wooden box, about one meter long.
Inside the building.
On the dusty concrete floor, there was a short, fat man with his hands tied, slumped on the ground, leaning against a wall.
There were several capable men nearby, one of whom was Zheng Qing who was sent out by Comrade Xu to track down the last murderer.
Seeing Tongdao Xu and others coming in, Zheng Qing walked to Tongdao Xu in a few steps, looked at the short and fat man with his hands tied by the wall and a black cloth cover on his head, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to take it off?"
Take off his hood?"
Comrade Xu nodded slightly.
Zheng Qing immediately waved forward, and a man not far away immediately strode forward, reached out and took off the black cloth hood on the short, fat man's head.
Just waiting for the gold standard.
Hou Jinbiao opened his eyes just after his hood was taken off. He glanced around with vigilant eyes and met Comrade Xu's indifferent eyes.
The moment he saw Comrade Xu, Hou Jinbiao's pupils suddenly shrank.
Immediately, a smile appeared on his fat face, he chuckled, and asked: "I haven't seen you for a few years. It seems that you are really popular now. In a place as big as the provincial capital, the police didn't find me, but you...
Can you catch me within three days? Haha, by the way, Xu, is your brother dead? Is he dead? Haha..."
Perhaps because he realized that he was now in the hands of Tongdao Xu and would not end well, Hou Jinbiao seemed very bold at this time.
Not only did he not beg for mercy, he also used words to provoke Xu Tongdao.
By the way, is Xu Tonglu dead?
Hearing this, Tongdao Xu's eyes narrowed slightly. His brother's life was saved, but he may have to recuperate for a long time this time. The image of his brother Xu Tonglu's pale and weak face in the hospital flashed in his mind. Tongdao Xu looked at Hou Jinbiao's face.
There is murderous intention in his eyes.
After staring at Hou Jinbiao with half-closed eyes for a long time, Xu Tongdao stretched out his right hand to the side without saying a word.
The bodyguard who had just followed him holding a long wooden box immediately stepped forward and opened the wooden box in his hand. In the wooden box, a dark red wooden sword lay quietly on the golden silk cloth.
Tongdao Xu reached out and grabbed the wooden sword in the wooden box, and walked step by step towards Hou Jinbiao, whose hands were tied by the wall.
Hou Jinbiao saw Comrade Xu walking towards him with a wooden sword. His face was startled at first, and then his face suddenly turned pale.
"You, what do you want to do? If you want to kill, just kill. You give me a good time. What do you want to do with a broken wooden sword? Ah? Don't come over! You can change me to a real sword..."
At this moment, Hou Jinbiao subconsciously kicked his feet on the ground, trying to retreat, but there was a wall behind him. Where could he retreat to?
At this moment, he was not happy because he saw that Xu Tongdao was holding a wooden sword instead of a real sword. On the contrary, his eyes were filled with fear.
Because he didn't naively think that a wooden sword couldn't kill anyone.
On the contrary, he understood that if Comrade Xu really used this wooden sword to kill him, he would die miserably and Jin Biao would definitely suffer great pain before his death.
Just because the wooden sword probably could not kill him with ten or eight swords, it made him suffer even more.
Like a torture.
The reason why torture is so frightening and terrifying.
It's not that torture will definitely make you die, but it will make you taste great pain before death.
In comparison, being killed by a knife seems very happy.
Tongdao Xu said nothing, with a sullen face, holding the wooden sword upside down in his right hand, and walked step by step towards Hou Jinbiao, whose face had turned pale.
"Why did you assassinate my brother?"
When he was about one meter away from Hou Jinbiao, Tongdao Xu stopped, still holding the wooden sword upside down in his right hand, and finally spoke, asking coldly.
He didn't seem to threaten Hou Jinbiao, but Tongdao Xu felt a strong threat when he looked at the wooden sword held upside down in his hand.
His body shivered instinctively, but Hou Jinbiao gritted his teeth and became hardened again.
"Oh, why? My whole family is dead, and both my sons and daughters have died violently. Xu, you say it yourself! If you hadn't sent me to prison, who outside would have dared to touch my son or daughter? Humph! Yes!
It’s not that I really can’t find out who you are.
Son, where does my daughter study and live? The person I want to kill this time is not your brother, but your son and daughter! How about it? Is your brother dead? If you dare, chop me with a sword!
Come on! Chop it! If you don’t chop it, you’re a coward!!”
He seemed to be deliberately irritating Xu Tongdao, as if he was hoping that when Xu Tongdao was angry, he would be stronger and kill him with a sword.
Comrade Xu stared at him coldly, "I did not kill your son or daughter."
Hou Jinbiao sneered, "I know! But I can't find the murderer, so I'll put the blame on you. What?"
how?
Xu Tongdao flipped his right hand, and the wooden sword changed from holding it upside down to holding it upright. The tip of the sword pointed at Hou Jinbiao in front of him, and his left hand also grasped the hilt of the sword.
Holding the sword with both hands, the wooden sword was slowly raised. Under Hou Jinbiao's fearful eyes, as the wooden sword was slowly raised, Hou Jinbiao's face turned pale with no trace of blood. Fear made his lips tremble slightly, but his reason remained.
He insisted on looking at Comrade Xu with a sneer and sarcastic eyes.
He shouted: "Come on! Hit me on the head! If you don't dare to hit me, you are not human! You son of a bitch!!"
The wooden sword was raised high, and Xu Tongdao looked at Hou Jinbiao with cold eyes, unblinking.
Zheng Qing's urgent voice came from behind, "Brother Dao, you don't need to do this yourself, I will do it!"
Zheng Meng also spoke: "Let me do it, boss!"
Sun Aizi and others also spoke one after another.
More than a dozen people spoke up one after another and recommended themselves, wanting to take action on behalf of Comrade Xu.
The intention was very clear - they not only wanted to take action on behalf of Comrade Xu, but more importantly, they wanted to take the blame for Comrade Xu, if the matter was eventually found out by the police.
As Hou Jinbiao approached, Tongdao Xu seemed not to hear the voices of Zheng Qing and others. He stared coldly at Hou Jinbiao, who was trembling slightly. In his mind, he pictured his brother Xu Tonglu lying on the hospital bed, weak and having lost most of his life.
Xu Tongdao's hands holding the sword suddenly tightened, and the wooden sword in his hand suddenly fell down.