Chapter 192 Conspiracy

"Southern Master, Xi Master, please help me judge."

In the Beijing Hotel, Jiang Polang, who was sitting next to Zhao Heng, looked at Nan Chanting Buddha and others, reached out to pour clear wine for the three of them one by one, and his smile was filled with a sinister look: "I am just a prodigal son who came back from overseas. He has no ambitions and just wants to serve the elderly in the capital."

He held Nan Nianbu's arm and spoke with a heartbroken voice: "As a result, he was suppressed and bullied again and again by Heng Shao. Not only were his relatives Dong Baobing and others killed, but his only friend Wang Jun was also ruthlessly castrated and mad. Even I myself almost died on the Hengqin Bridge in Zhuhai."

"You are from an objective standpoint, is it too much to comment on Heng Shao?"

In Zhao Heng's unquestionable smile, Nan Chanting Buddha flashed with surprise. Jiang Polang has never been like this. Why did he complain like a Xianglin Sao tonight? There must be a demon when things happen. He patted Jiang Polang's hand and said, "You have done a lot of things too."

"Mr. Nan, you have changed."

Jiang Polang pulled open his collar and looked around the more than ten people present and said: "In the past, you were loving and kind. When I was bullied by others, you helped me rescue me. Why do you ignore me now? Oh, I forgot, Zhao Xinan advances and retreats together."

He patted his head vigorously, looking like he suddenly realized, and at the same time he showed a sense of sadness. Qiao Yuncai threw two peanuts into his mouth, and said without hiding his emotions and position: "Young Master Heng is my brother, and I will support him no matter what he does."

"Also, Mr. Jiang, I'll say hello to you first."

Qiao Yuncai shook his fat lips. Yuexian'er's death had made the man grow up. He looked at Jiang Polang coldly and said, "Although the land in West China is a little old, the people live a comfortable life, so I don't want anyone to kill and set fire in West China."

He looked at Jiang Polang and said, "The Shili Farm must not happen for the second time, otherwise I will pursue the murderer behind the scenes by any means. I, Ximen Qing, have no ability or talent, but finally, the West China royal family has some face, and they are willing to go through fire and fire for me."

"Xi Shaobai clearly suspected that I was murdering?"

Jiang Polang smiled while holding the wine glass, then sniffing the wine and said, "Don't tell me if you have any evidence to prove me. Even if I send someone to West China to kill Wu Xiaguo, it is because someone hid him in West China. This person is probably Heng Shao. You can't help but bully people too much."

"Mr. Jiang, don't let these stupid people get involved."

Zhao Heng waved his hand to stop Qiao Yuncai's counterattack, took a sip of alcohol and asked, "No matter whether I have bullied or suppressed you, even if everything is deployed by me, what do you want? Show your attitude and rules, and we will resolve the accumulated grudges at once, what do you think?"

"Sir, happy."

Jiang Polang glanced at the clock on the wall intentionally or unintentionally, then picked up the bottle and poured it on Zhao Heng: "Of course the grudges must be resolved, but I'm afraid it won't be settled at one time tonight. Young Master Heng, you are unhappy with me, I am not happy with you. Why don't we fight tonight to relieve some hostility?"

"Just this Maotai, just this fifty-three degrees."

Jiang Polang waved his hand and asked someone to bring twelve bottles of Maotai over, and spoke word by word: "A person has six bottles, two hours, whoever has not finished drinking it will slap himself twice. The bet is not big and it will not be embarrassing. It can not only relieve you and me but also help everyone to be happy. What do you think about Heng Shao?"

Qiao Yuncai reached out and grabbed Zhao Heng's arm, shook his head desperately with a huge head, and said with care: "Brother Heng, don't compare this with him. Your alcohol tolerance has always been limited and you still have old injuries on your body. How can you drink six bottles of Maotai? Don't compare this."

Nan chanted Buddha's name and said, "Yes, it's better to play with other things to make fun of it."

Zhao Heng frowned: "There are indeed too many six bottles." He put on a very embarrassing attitude, then looked at Jiang Polang and said: "Your suggestion is still good, but the six bottles are too difficult. If you and I can't finish drinking it, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

"If you don't have two bottles,,,"

Before Zhao Heng finished speaking, Jiang Polang let out a hearty laughter and shook his head without hesitation, "Drinking two bottles in two hours, what is the challenge to cheer up? Anyone present can drink it. Does Young Master Heng have no alcohol capacity? Or do you don't have the courage?"

Jiang Polang exhaled a long breath and added with a chuckling: "I tell you, I'm not sure that I'll finish drinking it. The fun of the game is that it has variables. It's always rare. You can't do this. I just called me and you'll take the challenge. Why are you so embarrassed with a few bottles of wine now?"

"If neither of you drinks, the person who drinks more will win."

Zhao Heng bit his lips and pondered like never before, then looked at Jiang Polang and said with a risk: "Okay, I accept your challenge, but let's increase the bet a little. In addition to two slaps, how about life in prison that cannot be visited for seven days? Can Mr. Jiang dare to face the challenge?"

"Seven days of prison life?"

Jiang Polang was slightly stunned when he heard this, then patted his chest and replied, "Young Master Heng is so interested and speaks. How can I not accept it? OK, two slaps in the face and seven days of prison, and I also recommend that you only allow you to drink water and not eat."

Zhao Heng hesitated for a moment and finally nodded: "It's settled!"

Jiang Polang swept over the two tables of veterans of China who were only concerned about his own chatting and laughing, looked at Nan Nian Buddha and Qiao Yuncai's sad expressions, reached out to Xiaoqiu and Xiaoqiu to finalize the bet, and he also glanced at the big clock on the wall, secretly ridiculed Zhao Heng for losing tonight.

Jiang Polang was full of energy: "Come on! Drink!"

He didn't notice a joke passing by Qiao Yuncai: stupid!

At this time, Zhao Heng was slowly picking up a glass of wine, sucking it into his mouth and sweeping over the wall clock. Jiang Polang paid attention to the clock twice tonight. Obviously, this guy seemed to be waiting for a while. Then he guessed that this drinking game was to hold back his tactics to facilitate the rest of his work.

What is this kid playing?

When Jiang Polang was so proud that he drank half a bottle, Zhao Heng had just finished a small cup. He slowly turned over Maotai, and at the same time he was thinking about Jiang Polang's intentions. Soon, Zhao Heng had a speculation in his heart, Ye Changge! Jiang Polang must have known Ye Changge whereabouts and sent people to surround and kill him.

Only this speculation can explain Jiang Polang's behavior tonight, and even explain the essence of the banquet tonight. Thinking of the injured Baigousheng and the man in black, a sharp murderous intent flashed through Zhao Heng's eyes. Then he quietly touched the cell phone in his pocket with his left hand and blindly typed a message.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart: I hope everything in Wumingyuan is safe!

The night is dark and the wind is high and the night is killing people.

Ye Changge was injured and took medicine. The reaction was half a beat late. However, when the first man in black fell to the ground, he jumped up from the bed and subconsciously took out a spear under the pillow with his right hand. When his fingers touched the trigger of the gun, the cold metal instantly made his eyes clear.

Ye Changge, who held the spear tightly, completely awakened. At this time, he was like a beast smelling danger, with hair all over his body exploding, and his eyes flashed with a cold light in the darkness. He reached out and pressed the wounds on his body, and then clenched them one by one with gauze.

"when!"

He opened the window and flipped out, and stood at the door of the yard with a few steps. Before the gun was locked in the enemy, he saw Baigoulu blocking more than 20 men in black. Four men were lying straight under his feet. He could not tell whether the latter was dead, but there was no possibility of confrontation.

A hint of unconcealed surprise flashed in Ye Changge's eyes. He had a hurry-by meeting with Bai Gousheng today. The latter gave him a sense of indifference to life and death, but did not shock him too much, but now it made Ye Changge's eyes lit up. Bai Gousheng is really not simple.

When he was alert to the gap between the enemy approaching and rushing to the gate of the yard, Baigousheng had already knocked down four powerful enemies, but he still killed the opponent silently, without even a single bird. What kind of speed and skill is this? Even Ye Changge's peak state may not have such a record.

His eyes were filled with appreciation, and he was even more grateful to Zhao Heng.

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