"It's the place where we join forces." Zhao Mantang was stunned for a moment, but he still answered quickly.

"Yes, the place where the charity is together. I really want to hold on to this love firmly and not let go, so I bought all the church where we were together and the surrounding areas. When I was fine, I came here to sit here and miss everything we had before. The eight brothers, who have walked through countless bloody storms in the world, and today, there are still five people left. The eighth Lao blocked a bullet for me and died under the enemy's gun. The seventh Lao was assassinated and died young. Since I became the president of the National Alliance, I have sworn that I will not let my brothers shed another drop of blood. However, the sixth Lao was still dead, saying that it was just a car accident. But, the two, can you tell me, how did the sixth Lao died?" Wang Haiquan sighed long, turned to look at Zhao Mantang and said.

"Brother, what do you mean? Lao Liu's death has nothing to do with me. You also investigated it very clearly back then." Zhao Mantang's face suddenly changed color, and a layer of fine cold sweat emerged from his forehead. When Wang Haiquan regained the old debt, his heart began to fall sharply, and he was about to fall into the abyss. It was a kind of intuition that had been experienced in the world for a long time. He didn't know if he could escape this time. But he still held a trace of luck in his heart, because he knew how to tolerate a person who was affectionate. If he could tell him, perhaps there would be a slight chance.

"Die, I have called you, the second one, don't you understand what I want to say? If you really think that you have nothing to do with Lao Liu's death, do you dare to swear to this cross again in this church and say that everything has nothing to do with you?" Wang Haiquan sighed long, sighing in his tone, feeling deeply, and a trace of deep helplessness and disappointment.

Looking at the statue, Zhao Mantang's eyes were frozen. In the end, he didn't say a word, but just breathed a long sigh.[

"Second, do you really think that the fire can be covered in paper? Do you really think that under the weather of Xuntian, Man Yu's descendants would escape smoothly, and then secretly sneaked back to China to hide in Province J? And why did I send Xiaoyuan to Province J to be a watchman ten years ago?" Wang Haiquan asked three questions. After three questions, the sweat on Zhao Mantang's forehead rolled down and dripped to the ground.

"Ziheng, you come out." Wang Haiquan stared at the speechless Zhao Mantang, shook his head and sighed, and said to the statue behind him.

At this moment, a tall man turned from behind the statue. In his forties, who was not Liang Ziheng? Standing behind Wang Hai, he stared at Zhao Mantang with his eyes as sharp as before. If his eyes could turn into flames, Zhao Mantang would have been burned to ashes at this moment.

Zhao Mantang was captured by this hatred look and couldn't help but take a step back, avoiding Liang Ziheng's eyes, and the cold sweat on his forehead became even more anxious.

After staring at Zhao Mantang for a while, Liang Ziheng looked at Liang Chen again, and a trace of indescribable gratitude flashed through his eyes. Liang Chen smiled at him and nodded. At this moment, he already knew that the person who gave him medicine last night was Liang Ziheng.

"Mantang, you're old!" Wang Haiquan sighed, turned his head to look at Zhao Mantang again, and said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!