Du Wende was overjoyed when he saw the call from his second brother and quickly answered the call.
"Brother, do you have anything to do with me?" A rough voice sounded on the phone.
"Second brother, please come back quickly. Your nephew was beaten by someone, and that person threatened to destroy my Du family." Du Wende's face was gloomy.
Du Wude was furious after hearing this. He could smell the smell of fire through his cell phone.
"Who is so stupid? He doesn't want to live?"
"Brother, wait until I get back. I am currently negotiating an important deal abroad. After it is completed, I will rush back immediately."
Du Wude is a ruthless man. He has been fighting since he was a child and has developed good skills. Now he has become a well-known figure among the underground forces in the provincial capital.
He is extremely protective of his shortcomings. If his family members are harmed, he will definitely kill them.
The most important thing is that he has no children, so he always treats his nephew as his son.
When I heard that my nephew was beaten, I couldn't bear to breathe.
If this mission wasn't really a top priority, I would have wanted to fly back right away to avenge my nephew.
"Okay, then you have to be careful yourself!"
Du Wende knew what happened to his second son, so he expressed concern, and then added, "Come back as soon as possible!"
After the phone call, Du Wende felt relaxed and told his son the good news.
Du Hai laughed loudly when he learned about it, but unfortunately, the pain nerves were involved as soon as he laughed.
"hiss!"
A sharp pain forced him to stop laughing.
"Damn it, Gu Jingze, wait until my second uncle comes to see you."
Du Hai endured the pain, burned with rage, and suffered injuries in Gu Jingze's hands twice in a row.
He was very unwilling to accept that he, the heir to the Du family, was severely punished by a son-in-law who came to visit him.
If Gu Jingze is not killed, even if he inherits the Du family in the future, his humiliation by Gu Jingze will become a stain in his life.
Therefore, in his opinion, Gu Jingze must die, and he must die in his own hands or the hands of the Du family.
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Zhang family.
Thirty thugs stood in the yard with bruises and bruises on their noses and faces, not daring to take a breath.
Mr. Zhang's face was cold and cold, his thick eyebrows were erect, and it could be seen that he was very angry.
These thirty people were sent there by himself, and he knew their strength very well. No matter how bad they were, they would not be able to come back beaten to pieces.
Mr. Zhang was hunched over, thinking and walking back and forth, "You said the other party only punched one, and you were knocked down?"
"Yes, Third Master, the other party seemed to be possessed by a ghost. We were knocked down by him before we even reacted."
One of the thugs honestly explained what happened.
Zhang Ke on the side was a little frightened when he heard the thugs describe this, "Dad, could it be that you really offended Mr. Bai's mourning hall? Did he appear?"
I saw ghosts in the mourning hall during the day. Is there really such a strange thing?
Mr. Zhang said to himself, half convinced and half doubtful.
Twenty years ago, he would have felt that dominance of underground forces relied on fists, and that all talk about ghosts and gods was nonsense.
Unfortunately, now that I am already sixty, I have gradually begun to believe in some superstitious theories about ghosts and gods. After all, science cannot explain many things clearly.
But no matter what, Gu Jingze had already angered him.
Mr. Zhang's name was definitely taboo in Hangzhou twenty years ago. Even now, washing hands in a golden basin has a great deterrent effect, and the other party dares to slap me in the face.
In fact, Mr. Zhang didn't know at all that Du Hai didn't want to give his name. Even if he did, would Gu Jingze's personality make him shy away because of a name?
Of course, that's impossible.
Mr. Zhang waved his hand and told the thugs to retreat, but this matter was definitely not over.
"Zhang Ke, call Zhang Yi and follow me to the ancestral hall to offer incense to our ancestors! It's been a long time since we went to offer incense!"
Zhang Ke responded, but said: "Dad, my brother went out early in the morning. I don't know when he will come back."
Mr. Zhang helplessly shook his head. He had neglected discipline since he was a child, which led to his younger son's character. Fortunately, his eldest son was more capable, and the Huoyun Group was flourishing under his hands.
"Okay, let's go then!"
"Yes, Dad!"
The father and son drove to the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall.
The old house of the Bai family.
After Gu Jingze beat back Du Hai and others, the mourning hall returned to normal.
When he came to the back room, he remembered the tattoo of Huo Shaoyun, and Kong Bin immediately made a phone call.
"Kong Bin, help me investigate a pattern, the Fire Cloud Tattoo. I want to know everything behind it."
Kong Bin heard the urgency in Gu Jingze's tone and decided in his heart that this matter was very important, "Okay, sir, I understand."
Could there be a big fish behind Huo Shaoyun? Gu Jingze secretly guessed.
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