Chapter 82: Surrounding the Song family

When Aning went out with Wen Xinyi this morning, Wen Xinyi asked her to help inquire about Wen Ping'an.

Hearing the solemn words, Aning immediately realized that Uncle An, who was in the solemn mouth, was Wen Xinyi's father Wen Ping'an. So Aning also glared at Song Zhenshuang and questioned with a vigilant look:

"Miss Shuang, could it be that you kidnapped Uncle An, right?"

Without waiting for Song Zhenshuang, who looked ugly, spoke, Aning said in a tough tone again: "If you kidnapped Uncle An, I hope you hand over Uncle An immediately!"

"Oh."

Song Zhenshuang smiled cruelly and said word by word: "Second sister, do you really think I don't know that you moved into Villa No. 28, Yaochi Tiangong last night?

That's my boyfriend's property!

"Why do you think I asked you to come over to deal with a mere disabled person?

"After all, the disabled person named Zheng is just a bait that seduces you.

"You colluded with Wen Xinyi to seize Qian Wanjin's power, and sent someone to hurt Mr. Su's son Su Lingbao, and you deserve to die!"

Her words were loud and loud, and it was obviously a signal.

As she finished speaking, the closed doors around the courtyard suddenly opened, and a tide of men in black rushed from all directions. Aning had been mingling in the underground world of Tonghu District for many years, and he could recognize that those people were all elites from the Black Tiger Hall at a glance.

They were numerous and powerful, and as soon as they appeared, they compared the younger brothers Aning brought.

Immediately afterwards, surrounded by two young girls, an old man with a leopard-head crutch walked out of the wing room with a gloomy face. He looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, bald, fleshless on his face, and a fierce look. He was the former boss of the Heihu Hall, Su Dawu, the father of Su Lingbao, and the No. 1 biggest figure in the underground world of Tonghu District ten years ago.

Seeing Su Dawu finally appeared, Song Zhenshuang seemed even more arrogant and domineering, and said solemnly to the point of provocation:

"Seriously, Wen Ping'an is holding my Uncle Su's hand. If you really have the ability, you should ask him for it!

"Hmph! Do you really think the Money Gang is very strong?

In the eyes of Heihutang, the Money Gang is not even an ant."

As he said that, Song Zhenshuang still kindly helped Su Dawu, who was walking steadily, sit down.

Su Dawu is not only the former boss of the Heihu Hall, but also a martial arts master with dark strength. In terms of personal martial arts value alone, his leopard fist is comparable to Hong Jinqian's Hongquan.

Looking at the solemn and masked Aning in the wheelchair and the group of younger brothers Aning brought, Su Dawu said in a straightforward tone:

"The bastard who injured my son Su Lingbao in the bar is handed over, otherwise you all will die today!"

As he finished speaking, the two young girls who had been supporting him closely immediately paid for the money to aim at Zheng Chong and Aning at the same time. The movements were neat and uniform, and the hands of the gun were extremely steady. It was obvious that they were both masters of gun play.

Zhengzhong can understand it. Song Zhenshuang and Song Zhenjie were disgusted with him before, just foreplay, and the person who really wanted to see him was Su Dawu.

Su Dawu's purpose is also very clear, that is, to find out the "white war" and avenge his son.

Thinking of this possibility, he immediately said without hesitation: "Su Dawu, you should know that the person who injured your son is Bai Zhan, who lives in Villa No. 1 of Yaochi Tiangong. If you are really capable in Heihu Hall, you can go directly to him."

This is not the first time that Zheng Chong has taken action in the name of "Bai Zhan". When he beat Su Lingbao by the bar, he deliberately left evidence to prove his identity.

In other words, with Su Dawu's connections and mind, it is impossible to find out that Bai Zhan lives in Villa No. 1 in Yaochi Tiangong.

But Su Dawu wanted to take a serious attack, so he solemnly speculated that he was probably afraid to face Bai Zhan directly.

Therefore, solemnly speaking, I actually despise Su Dawu's courage.

"you……"

Sure enough, Su Dawu's face turned green after being so angry that his face turned green by the solemn words. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Bai Zhan is the future son-in-law of the Xifeng Ye family. He has always been in contact with our Heihu Hall. If he had not been provoked by the bitch of Wen Xinyi, how could he be an enemy of my Heihu Hall?

"So, after all, you are the ones who deserve to be damned!"

He shook his head solemnly and said in a more straightforward tone: "Su Dawu, why do you have to beat around the bush?

"I directly admit that you can't beat the white war with Heihu Hall, so I just want to take me as a hostage and threaten him?"

“…”

Su Dawu became even more angry and was almost choked and could not speak. He glared for a long time before saying:

"I hope Wen Xinyi and Bai Zhan can care about you, the disabled, or I will be in vain."

As he said that, he waved his hand and several strong men who were eyeing him were not polite, and they rolled up their sleeves to grab Zhengzhong.

"Don't be rude to Mr. Zheng!"

Aning cursed, and the Shaolin Luohan Fist was launched, fighting with seven or eight strong men. The members of the gang she brought were also very hard, and they all shouted to fight back.

Seeing the scene chaotic, Song Zhenshuang seized the opportunity and quickly said something to Su Dawu. Then she swung an iron rod as thick as a wrist and approached the solemn person on the wheelchair, gritting her teeth and saying:

"My surname is Zheng, today next year will be your death day!"

While speaking, she was already murderous intent and came to Zheng Chong without hesitation. She raised the iron stick in her hand and slapped it hard at Zheng Chong's forehead.

Seeing that Song Zhenshuang had directly killed herself, a sharp right shoulder with a flash of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she was about to end Song Zhenshuang's life.

But at the critical moment, Jiang Chuxue rushed up desperately and hugged Song Zhenshuang's back from behind, crying and saying:

"Sister Shuang, please let me go. Everything is Wen Xinyi's fault. Zheng Zhong is innocent..."

Although Jiang Chuxue, who was only eighteen years old, had no strength, but the insolent obstacles still made Song Zhenshuang unable to defend herself. Song Zhenshuang, holding the iron rod, was not careful and almost got pulled and fell to the ground.

She was furious and cursed: "Jiang Chuxue, why are you crazy?"

With her voice sounded, she was furious and didn't care about the consequences. The iron stick in her hand hit Jiang Chuxue's arm with her backhand.

"ah……"

Jiang Chuxue was in pain and rolled to the ground while screaming.

Song Zhenshuang felt unrestrained. She was wearing a pair of pointed-mouthed high heels and pretended to kick Jiang Chuxue's lower abdomen.

But at this critical moment, the maid who had been guarding the gate rushed in hurriedly, not caring about the fighting in the yard, she rushed to Song Zhenshuang and said hesitantly:

"Big...big...maid, our family is surrounded...quick...run quickly..."

“Encircle?”

Song Zhenshuang's face was full of question marks.

Immediately afterwards, the faintly hidden semicircular courtyard gate suddenly opened, and two teams of people wearing military green clothes rushed over. They all looked solemn, with live ammunition, majestic and unbearable.
Chapter completed!