"Brother Tao, why did you kill Brother Yao?" The other two young men changed their faces.

Xu Wentao pretended to be panicked and said, "I, I didn't see the person clearly just now. Hurry up, go and take Brother Yao to the hospital."

The two young men, without doubt, turned around and ran towards the rooftop entrance. As soon as they ran to the rooftop entrance, two more gunshots came.

Their heads were instantly shot through by two bullets.

A grim smile appeared on Xu Wentao's face and snorted coldly: "Only when Zi Wenyao dies, the Ze family will fight with Zheng Feng! Your life will be counted on Zheng Feng's head."

Soon, Xu Wentao quickly dismantled the gun and hid it quickly into the teaching building.

Feeling that Xu Wentao had killed two more companions, Mu Feng naturally knew the guy’s purpose.

But now the school is in chaos, and Mu Feng is not able to fly over to arrest Xu Wentao in front of so many people.

Besides, he doesn't care whether Zi Wenyao is dead or alive. Neither Zi Wenyao nor Xu Wentao were considered anything in his eyes. Anyway, Zi Wenyao is dead now, so he doesn't have to make up for it.

"It's dead, it's dead in the school."

The gunshots finally caused a commotion in the school. Although Zi Wenyao had greeted the senior management of the school in advance, now that someone died, the matter could not be covered up.

At this time, in the principal's room, the principal was walking back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.

Nearly a hundred students fainted, and the eldest son of the Zi family was killed. No matter which one it was, it was enough for him, the principal, to lose his life.

"Zheng, Brother Zheng, what should I do now?" Su Jia was completely shocked. Although she was used to lawlessness, she had never seen a murder scene.

For a moment, Su Jia stood there tremblingly, not even daring to move her footsteps.

"It's okay, it's not us who killed him." Mu Feng chuckled.

Such a big incident happened, and the Yanjing Police Bureau’s dispatch of police was incredibly fast.

In less than five minutes, police cars rushed into the campus.

Countless real-life police officers pointed their pistols at Mu Feng and Su Jia, one by one as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Son, my son." At this time, a middle-aged police officer rushed out of the police car and rolled and crawled onto Zi Wenyao.

Looking at his son who was already cold, Zi Yuquan was going crazy.

He hugged Ziwen

Yao's body shouted loudly: "Where is the ambulance? Call the ambulance quickly!"

"Director, you are so sorry, Mr. Zi has left." A confidant said in a sad tone.

"Bastard!" The words of the confidant immediately made Zi Yuquan's eyes red. He put down Zi Wenyao's body, took out his pistol from his arms, and pointed the muzzle at Mu Feng not far away.

"Did you do it?" Zi Yuquan completely lost his mind.

"No." Mu Feng held Su Jia's trembling hands with one hand and shook his head gently.

"Is your name Zheng Feng?" Zi Yuquan shouted loudly.

"Yes!" Mu Feng nodded.

Zi Yuquan gritted his teeth and said, "My son came here just to settle his grudges with you, right?"

"It seems that Director Zi knows everything." Mu Feng mocked.

"Now that something happened to my son, how dare you say it has nothing to do with you?" Zi Yuquan rushed over a few steps and pressed his gun against Mu Feng's forehead.

"I'll break you now and avenge my son!"

"Director, don't be impulsive. If you shoot, you will be criticized." The deputy director of the Police Department saw that Zi Yuquan was crazy and hurried over to persuade him.

Zi Yuquan's hand holding the gun trembled slightly. After a while, he said hatefully: "Take him back to the bureau!"

Seeing this, Su Jia, who was hiding in Mu Feng's arms, couldn't help but pluck her courage and shouted: "This matter has nothing to do with Mu Feng! People are not killed by Mu Feng, you can't take him away."

"Miss Su, don't think you are from the Su family, so I dare not catch you." Zi Yuquan stared at Su Jia with red eyes and shouted: "Whoever dares to stop me today will make me look good!"

"Director Zi, there is really no need to yell at a child." Mu Feng frowned and said, "Since you believe that I killed your son, okay, I admit it."

"Since he wants to deal with me, he should be prepared to die." Mu Feng sneered.

"You dare to follow me! When you enter the game, I will make you worse than death!" Zi Yuquan wished he could kill Mu Feng with one shot now, but considering the consequences, he could only temporarily suppress his anger.

Soon, several police officers rushed over and grabbed Mufeng into the police car.

At this time, in the office of the chairman of Zhaoxing Film and Television Group, Su Ziyu looked at the two investigation documents in his hand with excitement.

She waited for five days,

Even Mr. Su's birthday did not distract her, because she was the two investigation documents in her hand.

The first document of these two documents contains a person's name, Mu Feng.

The second document contains a person's name, Zheng Feng.

Su Ziyu first opened Mu Feng's document. She carefully took out the investigation report inside and read it carefully.

After reading this, she felt a little disappointed.

The investigation report records Mu Feng's life in detail, including an introduction to Mu's father and mother.

"It seems that we are thinking too much." Su Ziyu sighed inwardly.

Although Mu Feng's mother's name is Su Zijin, she is not consistent with Su Ziyu's sister in terms of appearance, family background, or even age.

Su Ziyu put down the documents and felt a little relieved.

To be honest, she didn't want the Su family to get involved with the number one person in Haizhou who was at the forefront of the storm.

Soon, Su Ziyu picked up Zheng Feng's archives, she slowly opened them, and took out the files inside.

"This..." Looking at the content of the document, Su Ziyu felt that all the hairs on his body were about to stand up.

Zheng Feng, male, was born on June 28, 1997 in Wuling City, Haizhou Province. His mother's name is Su Zijin. He was born on July 12, 1976. He graduated from the Department of Finance of Harvard University. His father's identity has not yet been identified.

There are also photocopies of various archives behind the file.

"Zheng Feng is really my sister's child? He is really my nephew?" Su Ziyu held the archives in his hand and his hands trembled slightly.

She looked up the documents over and over again, the more she looked up, the more she had doubts.

"No!" Su Ziyu listed these documents one by one, carefully checked them, and his heart was full of doubts.

Su Ziyu has been in the entertainment industry for so long, and her meticulous mind is far beyond ordinary people. In her opinion, these files are too perfect, perfect and seamless.

No matter what origin, any person has, there will be more or less loopholes in the archives. After all, in the 1990s, the archive entry system was not perfect, and many people even barely built the archives until they graduated from college.

However, Zheng Feng's archives have been almost perfect since childhood, so perfect that he won an award in elementary school that he carefully entered the book.
Chapter completed!