Li Zhongbo's exclamation stunned many people, and more people were confused. The Li family behind Mr. Li, who might have competed for the next number, widened their eyes. The same surprised face was the next leader chosen by the old man. On that day, the person wearing a black hat was this little guy? The same simple punch, the same punch.

Mr. Li Zhongbo thought more. One gunshot killed a soldier that day, and the target of the soldier was Ouyang Yihua, which was arranged by the person under him, Li Zhongbo. He didn't even know in advance, but even though he was wiped out the traces after being wiped out by his cold sweat, this incident still made him frightened. Now Yuncheng's punch directly told Li Zhongbo that he knew about the matter that day and used the same method today.

But the third young master of the Yun family was even more ruthless. He pointed in front of everyone, and wanted to get rid of it completely without fighting. Once this matter was promoted, Li Zhongbo might have to live in Qincheng Prison for the rest of his life. This is a bit exaggerated, but if Wudang and Emei sects came out together, Li Zhongbo would have forced him to go in by himself. Emei's reason lies in Yan Hui, and if Emei murdered her husband, Emei would naturally stand out.

As for Wudang, the reason is even more complete! This is nothing. There is also a special intelligence department. Although the power has been taken back by the highest leader, Ouyang Yihua, as the founder of the special intelligence department, is also the highest commander who has always existed. Once the special intelligence department knows that the Li family... and the Yun family today... Li Zhongbo's whole face turned pale, and his hands trembled more and more.

Seeing Yuncheng still staring at him coldly, Li Zhongbo sighed in his heart and shook his head slightly. Perhaps he had fallen into the plot of the third young master of the Yun family since taking over the Jiulong Jade Cup. No matter how big the action is, no matter how he moves Linzhou City, the Li family will still be defeated in the end. Now there is only one way to go, but the Li family will be difficult to deal with in the future.

I'm afraid it's hard to deal with it now. Li Zhongbo saw clearly that the person taken away by the former Zhongnanhai bodyguard was to take responsibility for the next generation of Li family he supported, and he was responsible for more. Not only did he have to break the meaning of Huashan, but he also had to deal with Huashan with his backhand. There was always a decision in the matter of the Jiulong Jade Cup, and the third young master of the Yun family wanted this result.

There is no way to retreat, and there is no way to go!

Li Zhongbo smiled bitterly, his voice low: "Chief, I'm not in good health, I'm afraid I'll have to rest for a while."

"Do you want to rest?" The old man looked at Li Zhongbo, "Okay, after working so long, you will always be tired. Just like I did the other few days ago, you should take a few more days off!"

"Yeah." Li Zhongbo nodded slightly, "I will handle the matters in Huashan, and those who were wronged will handle them." Li Zhongbo glanced at Yuncheng, "Give them back to them, I will take responsibility together."

Yuncheng closed the gun and threw it to his master: "It's not that simple! I thought this would be enough?"

"Little guy..."

"Small town!" Yun Juehao also looked at Yun City at this moment and shook his head slightly. Now that the matter has been dealt with at this point, it is already very good. Yun Juehao means to stop whenever he gets it.

"Little ice..."

Yuncheng turned around and ignored him, took a few steps, and knelt down at the gate: "Xiaocheng knows that you will come one day, grandparents, if you don't come out, I will kneel down!"

"Hahaha..." There was a hearty laugh outside the hall, and an old man in Zhongshan suit walked into the gate, and an old woman was following him, looking over forties.

"Xinmei, look at our grandson, we have learned to be fooled now!" Feng Shuhong said to Dongfang Xinmei with a smile.

"Sister Dongfang?" Yan Hui kept looking at Yuncheng's movements quietly, and couldn't help but feel proud. When she was about to sigh, she saw the old woman and stood up, "Sister Dongfang, is it really you?"

"It's me!" Dongfang Xinmei looked at Yan Hui with some excitement, "I haven't seen you for many years, but you are getting younger and younger." At the same time, Dongfang Xinmei helped Yuncheng up and looked at the four women who were slowly walking over, and her expression became even more excited, "Okay! Finally, I've seen you. I haven't blamed my mother for so many years, right?"

Feng Qingru and Feng Qingwei's eyes suddenly turned red, and they called their mother together, and rushed directly into Dongfang Xinmei's arms. Two women, who were over 30 years old, were crying loudly at this moment. Feng Shuhong nodded excitedly, patted his two daughters on the backs, and turned to look at Li Zhongbo.

"Xiao Li, you are getting back and forth after so many years! I was too lazy to talk about the things I had about the beginning. You just wanted to explain to my grandson about what happened today? It seems that Xinmei and I left, so you also have a part in it?"

"Old...Old Chief?" Li Zhongbo was stunned for a moment. While saluting unconsciously, he looked at Yuncheng. He was so white that he could no longer see any blood. He had never expected that Feng Shuhong, the old chief who had left back then, would come back at this moment, and he even asked for punishment as soon as he came. He even faintly shot the incident of that year. At this moment, Li Zhongbo could no longer help but soften his body and leaned directly towards the person behind him.

"Is Mr. Feng?" Everyone present quickly recognized Feng Shuhong. These people were also people who came out of the Republic of China. When they recognized Feng Shuhong, they were also dumbfounded. Feng Shuhong was a well-known figure in the Republic of China. Even the person who was called the principal in the Republic of China was polite to Mr. Feng. Moreover, Mr. Feng was older than the old man of the Yun family, and even was of the same generation as the old man today.

Feng Shuhong looked at the person who recognized him and nodded slightly: "Xiao Li, think about what you want to do." He walked a few steps at the same time and looked at the old man in the middle, smiling slightly, "My old Feng Luoye is back, I want to live with my grandson and granddaughter with peace of mind, thank you for so many years!"

"Haha... Lao Feng, I'm back, I'm back!" The old man stood up, reached out and shook Feng Shuhong, "I felt very heartbroken when you left back then. Others don't know your contribution, I must remember, OK, everyone is happy now!"

Feng Shuhong also smiled and looked at Ouyang Yihua: "Mr. Ouyang, don't you blame me for hiding it? What happened to the small town..."

"Forget it, forgot!" Ouyang Yihua waved his hand, "You've hidden it so well! Even I cheated you! Because I pretended to be like a grandson in the small town, now I'm here to apologize again. Why do I blame you? You guys..." Ouyang Yihua picked up the wine glass speechlessly and took a sip. He really didn't expect that there was such a relationship. Fortunately, I have been to that Taoist temple for so many years, but I didn't find it once.

"This old guy is used to being a grandson. I led his troops to beat him like his grandson." Yun Xiangtian hummed unhappily, holding the little girl and teasing her.

"Hey! You old guy doesn't know the kindness of good people. Without me, can you educate the small town so well?" Feng Shuhong glared, "No me, do you think the small town can find your granddaughter so soon. Old guy, don't behave like a cheap person. Today is your birthday, I'll give in to you first."
Chapter completed!