Brother, if you stand with them, how can I do it? You must know that if you shoot this shot, everyone around the car will definitely be dead.

"Brother Tian!" the big guy shouted in embarrassment. A Zhongren was as famous as he was loyal to Boss Qiu. Naturally, he could not open fire at his boss with his own hands.

"Don't worry about me! If you think I am the eldest brother, just listen to me and fire immediately!" Qiu Shangtian said righteously: "I have been carefully arranged for a whole year. I am so that today we can see these two murderers go to hell to confess their guilt to my son!"

"Wait!" Miss Tong narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at Qiu Shangtian coldly and said, "Boss Qiu, what you mean is that you regard us as the murderers who killed your son. That's why you bought the killer to chase me in Japan? Then she broke her hands and tied me and the Qiu family together, and used the Qiu family's hands to attract us to Hong Kong. Is that true?"

"Hmph! Do you dare not admit it?" Qiu Shangtian snorted coldly.

"Tsk! This girl did something, so I don't dare to recognize it." Miss Tong said disapprovingly: "However, it was not done by me, and I was not so unfair."

"Do you think it's wronged?" Qiu Shangtian said coldly: "Do you dare to say that you were not present when my son died? Do you dare to say that his death has nothing to do with you?"

"Yes, we were at the scene when your son died." Miss Tong said disapprovingly: "But are the people present the murderer? Then there are too many murderers!"

"What does it mean?" Qiu Shangtian said: "You mean there were more than three of you on the scene at that time?"

The haze in Miss Tong's eyes flashed. She knew that something must have been wrong. Otherwise, given the situation at that time, the Qiu surnamed Qiu would not be able to rely on them.

The people were killed by people from the Central Guard Corps. The funeral was also handled by them, but the charges fell on them. This was also the main reason why she came to Hong Kong to meet Qiu Shangtian. She must find out the truth of the matter and see who was doing it behind the scenes.

Mr. Lin's face also became very ugly. At that time, they and Vice Premier Li's family were clearly present. However, what he knew about Qiu Shangtian's meaning seemed to be not the case. In this way, the problem became complicated.

"Who told you that we killed your son?" Mr. Lin asked bluntly.

Qiu Shangtian also saw some unusual things. With his understanding of these two arrogant and unruly people, they all reached this point, and there seemed to be no need for them to deny what they had done. Moreover, looking at their shocked expression just now, it was obviously not pretending.

Is there really something else? If they hadn't killed him, how could his son die?

"Let's put down your gun! Let's go in and talk." Qiu Shangtian said to his subordinates.

Young Master Lin and Miss Tong hung the gun in their hands almost at the same time. Seeing this, Qiu Shangtian's subordinates also put down the gun. The situation of pulling the sword to the top was finally alleviated.

Since ancient times, no matter what kind of war it is, the battlefield has never been a place to solve problems, and there can only be a distinction between the top and bottom. To really solve problems, you have to return to the negotiating table in the end. However, whoever is the winner on the battlefield will take the initiative in negotiations. The winners of this war in front of you are obviously Miss Tong and Young Master Lin.

Under Qiu Shangtian's leadership, they entered the living room. The living room was large and a grand straight leather sofa was arranged in U-shaped arrangement. There was a yellow and white marble coffee table in front of it.

"Please sit there!" Qiu Shangtian greeted in the main seat.

Miss Tong and Major General Lin placed the gun in their hands on the table and sat down on the couch in the middle.

"Sister Lian serves tea!" Qiu Shangtian sat down after he finished giving instructions.

Uncle Wu sat on the single sofa opposite Qiu Shangtian.

"Please have tea for everyone!" Sister Lian responded with a few cups of tea.

Sister Lian is a middle-aged woman in her fifties. From her eyes, Young Master Lin could see that she was not kind. Miss Tong learned directly from Xiao Xingzai that Sister Lian is Qiu Shaotang's wet nurse. She watched Qiu Shaotang grow up since she was a child and regarded him as her own. From this we can see that she definitely hates them no less than Qiu Shangtian. Therefore, this tea must not be drunk. Even if there is no poison in it, there must be additives such as saliva.

Miss Tong did not receive tea, but just used the habit of thanking Hong Kong people. She bent her index finger and gently tilted her head on the coffee table to express her gratitude. She also returned with courtesy when others talked about etiquette. She would also go back twice as much. This is her principle of dealing with things.

Young Master Lin did it like her. He now takes his girl as the core.

At this time, another middle-aged doctor came over with a medical box and was about to bandage Qiu Shangtian's wound. However, Qiu Shangtian waved his hand and refused.

"I'm fine, go and see the brothers outside first. If you can't handle it, you'll be sent to the hospital."

"Qiu Sheng, your wound is still bleeding!" the doctor said seriously.

"This little blood cannot die!"

Qiu Shangtian glared at his eyes, and the doctor shivered involuntarily. Then, he turned around and went out with the medicine box.

Miss Tong and Young Master Lin looked at each other, then glanced at the two people's bleeding hands. Miss Tong put a medicine on the coffee table, "Brother, please help them to heal their injuries first!"

"No need!" Uncle Wu immediately refused.

"Don't refuse so quickly! Think about it, you should know that my lady's secret gold-creation medicine is not given to anyone casually." After a pause, he had given time to consider. "Are you sure you don't want it?" Miss Tong asked with a smile, holding a bottle of medicine in her hand and preparing to recycle it.

"It doesn't matter if you don't, then let's hurry up and make it clear before you finish your last drop of blood and take your last breath."

As soon as he heard the last drop of blood shed, Uncle Wu's expression immediately relaxed. He didn't want it. However, if he didn't treat it, his elder brother would definitely not be able to treat it. Now that the problem is not clear, he can't watch the elder brother bleed and ignore it.
Chapter completed!