Chapter 1,38 Setting up a goal

“Fallen?”

When the Jiang elite and the Eastern elite rushed to the Hengqin Bridge from Macau and Zhuhai, Jiang Polang and others were gone. Except for the car residues, bullet marks and faint bloody smell left behind, no objects, including corpses, were left behind.

Hundreds of people looked at the black hole at twenty square meters, and then looked at the endless river water. Everyone's faces were filled with a chill. They didn't need to imagine how tragic and spectacular the gun battle was, nor did they need to imagine how many people were besieged by Jiang Polang. Just looking at the entrance of the cave would be scary enough.

The heavy rain was pouring, the river was rolling, and the altitude was 28 meters high, and the probability of survival was almost a fantasy. Both men and horses from Dongjiang were all quietly in the rain. They knew that their lives had disappeared with Jiang Polang's death. Dongtaibai and Jiang Zhonghua would never let them go.

After almost ten minutes of stagnation, a leader waved weakly, asking his subordinates to protect the scene and search for the river surface to see if they could find Jiang Polang and the others' bodies, or if the ancestral grave was blazing smoke from the ancestral grave to save Jiang Polang and the others, and at the same time, he also showed to Dong Taibai and the others that he had done his best.

“Fallen?”

While the two elites from the Eastern Jiang faction were looking for Jiang Polang and the others with despair, Zhao Heng was staying at Hengmen to eat the mandarin duck hotpot. He started eating the mandarin duck hotpot at 8 o'clock and had not yet dissipated after four hours. However, Zhao Heng's belly became more and more round and could not hold on to anything.

When the ghost brought the news to Zhao Heng with a calm expression, Zhao Heng was gently putting down his chopsticks. Few people knew about the actions tonight. Except for him and Yue Xiaoxiao, they were specifically responsible for dealing with the ghosts. The other Hengmen’s children, including Han Jian, were not informed by Zhao Heng.

So Zhao Heng was not surprised when facing the ghost's calmness. Then he heard the ghost add lightly: "It fell down, and the people, cars and steel plates fell into the river. The river water was thirty meters high, and the river was almost dead. Wu Xiaguo ran away."

“How is it done with the tail?”

Zhao Heng was calm about what happened. Although he should cheer or be solemn in the face of Jiang Polang's death, it is better to make up for the loopholes now: "The most important thing is to make corresponding preparations for all the transfer of personnel involved and the destruction of surveillance videos, the smaller the safety, can we make corresponding preparations?"

The ghost leaned against the cold wall, playing with the five-yuan coin with his fingers, and his tone was plain: "Don't worry, the living brothers and bodies have left the coast and are secretly moving into Russia. The surveillance videos about Yuexiao and theirs have also been destroyed."

"very good."

Zhao Heng picked up the chopsticks and grabbed the last beef ball, and then bit it with a click and replied: "As long as they are not found by the Dongjiang two systems, as long as the smaller they are, Jiang Polang will suffer this loss regardless of life or death this time, and Jiang Zhonghua should also restrain himself from being arrogant."

The ghost always looked half-dead. When he made the coins in his hand turn quickly, he said something he kept in his heart: "Young Master, although the game tonight is impeccable, I just kill Jiang Polang and the others like this. Jiang Zhonghua and Dong Taibai are afraid that they will bite us crazily."

"Hengmen is now under a weak foundation and it is difficult to resist the pressure from Dongjiang."

This is a question that the ghost has always had. He knew that the sentences of Zhao Heng and Yue Xiaoxiao were perfect and could kill Jiang Polang, who was making trouble to the greatest extent. However, he was not sure where Zhao Heng's confidence came from. After all, the rebound revenge brought by Jiang Polang's death would be difficult to imagine.

Zhao Heng threw the chopsticks on the table, picked up a glass of beer and sniffed it and said, "I know what you mean. When it comes to people at Jiang Polang and me, there is no point in the open evidence. At most, they are talking nonsense during negotiations, and they will still be able to fight to the death in private."

He stood up and stretched, then looked at the wet weather outside the door: "So I designed to throw Jiang Polang into the river, which would intensify conflicts between Dongjiang and even the Hua family too early. At that time, the three of them joined forces to deal with me, and add the Runan Zhou family, and I would have no chance to shout for help."

The ghost said lightly: "That's right."

Zhao Heng walked to the ghost, patted his shoulder and smiled, "There are many reasons. Ten or eight minutes can be said, but the most important point is that I have always been facing danger and escaped from death. I always need to fight a tough battle to show myself."

He smiled faintly: "They can plot against me and I can kill me, of course I can also plot against them to kill them. And I want to send a message that they become my enemies, and that is not to face revenge after hitting me, but to face me every minute and take the initiative to attack me."

The ghost was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized and nodded: "This is the same as the bloody case of Sakura Hall back then. It is a battle that has established power and threatening to provoke the little ones. However, Jiang Polang, the big fish, is too big. If you use him as a sword, you might hurt yourself. Who can imagine Dongjiang's anger?"

"don’t worry."

Zhao Heng was prepared for the consequences of this matter. He rubbed the wound on his shoulder and smiled: "I dared to make such a ruthless move on Jiang Polang, which shows that I have confidence in tackling Dongjiang's rage. Of course, you must deal with it with all your efforts and never be caught by the Dongjiang faction."

The ghost nodded: "I understand."

Looking at the ghost's back arranged by the arrangement and the drizzling rain outside, Zhao Heng's eyes were as quiet as the level, and he couldn't see the mood. After standing for a moment, he smiled faintly: "Attacking Jiang Polang is just my superficial deployment of establishing my authority. Who can know my real goal?"

"Han Jian, accompany me to Zhao Mansion."

The lights of the Zhao family mansion lit up in the early morning, and were hazy and warm in the rain. The long paper corridor looked tall and majestic from a distance, splashing rain. The quaint blue bricks under your feet witnessed the changes of history and the years.

With the assassination of Zhao Dingtian in the Foreign Guest Hotel, the Zhao family's mansion began to become more vigilant. The Zhao family guards, three steps, one stop, five steps, one whistle, and a sharp blade, revealing a stern and murderous aura. Even the insects and birds in the sky subconsciously escaped and did not dare to stay on the roof too much.

Especially tonight, the Zhao family was unprecedentedly nervous.

"What?!"

"What did you say?!"

After Zhao Dingtian, who was over 70 years old, slowly pulled his energy back from state affairs, he began to become as kind as an old lady in the eyes of everyone. Under his long white eyebrows were his eyes that often smiled and his mouth that always bent upwards. It made it difficult to believe that he was once the prime minister of a country and even murdered people.

But at this moment, Zhao Dingtian's performance was much different from his usual calmness. His love and care for Zhao Heng had disappeared. He slapped the table in a wheelchair, and his legs were not upright for several months. At this moment, he stood up straight. The porcelain cup that defended his country was shaken and splashed out countless teas.

The porcelain cup fell to the ground and made a sound, and a few white porcelain pieces fell.

The ground was messy! In Zhao Heng's silence, the anger on Zhao Dingtian's face became even more fierce. He suddenly opened his slender eyes and shot a sensational light, but what was even more terrifying was that he rose up with Zhao Dingtian's standing, which made people's creepy murderous aura instantly filled the entire hall.

Zhao Dingtian's wide body and deep aura were like a demon coming to the world, which made people feel suffocated. His previous question made the hall windows whirl and the big golden robe beside him also lost his usual calm and peaceful demeanor. He looked at Zhao Heng with an extremely indecent mouth and a look of shock.

"What did you say?!"

Zhao Dingtian stepped forward with his legs staggered, pointed at Zhao Heng's nose and shouted incoherently: "Little bastard, say it again! Say it again? You are too bold and arrogant! I killed you, the bastard, and dared to cause such a disaster."

Looking at the grandfather's murderous look and angry expression, a look of surprise flashed across Zhao Heng's face, and something even more shocking continued to appear. Zhao Dingtian was not like an old man over 70 years old. He grabbed the saber on the body of the big golden suit with an agility that ordinary people could imagine.

"Zheng!"

With a shrill sound, most of the sword was unsheathed, and the cold sword light suddenly overflowed to reflect Zhao Dingtian's murderous intent became even more fierce. No one suspected that he would slash Zhao Heng. He stared at Zhao Heng and shouted sternly: "You said, are you making a fool of yourself? Do you know your mistake?"

"Zhao Heng is not wrong!"

Facing grandfather's strong aura, Zhao Heng did not retreat, but instead took a step forward and replied calmly, which made Zhao Dingtian's face even more angry, and the saber was even more straight and out of the sheath, directly pressing on Zhao Heng's neck: "You kill Jiang Polang and put Zhao at risk, but you still don't admit your mistake?"

"Zhao Heng is not wrong!"

Zhao Heng ignored the sharp blade on his neck and did not argue. He only acted as if he was ready to die. Zhao Dingtian's hand tightened, as if he was about to cut off Zhao Heng's head in the next second. However, when the big golden robe was about to step forward to block it, Zhao Dingtian relaxed his left hand again.

He put the saber back into the sheath.

"Zheng!"

The sword light was gone, and the anger and murderous intent on Zhao Dingtian's face seemed to be like waves on the beach. At this moment, it disappeared with the annihilation of the sword light, becoming an emotionless coldness and indifference. His angry eyes turned into a slightly narrowed face. The rapid change made Zhao Heng feel deeply moved.

"You tell me the matter from beginning to end."

Zhao Dingtian sat back on the wheelchair again, pointed at Zhao Heng with his fingers and said coldly: "Nothing is allowed to be missed!" Then he added lightly to Da Jinyi: "Send orders to Du Tianxiong, clean up the scene's hands again, and wipe out all the videos about Yue Xiaoxiao silently."

"I'll send a command from Sima Qing, I want the police to investigate the information first-hand."

"Send orders Su Buyi to clean up unidentified people in the capital!"

"The message is to Dongfangxiong to create border conflicts to attract attention."
Chapter completed!