But he never expected that he would meet Du Kairong, who was more ruthless than him.
This combination of doubles fight caused a lot of excitement in the bar.
Lao Lu, the master, bodyguard and butler who had been following him all the time, saw his boss being beaten and originally wanted to step forward, but was intimidated by Du Kairong's identity.
Lao Lu is a senior disciple of Qingmen, who was sent by Qingmen to assist Jia Qiwen and secretly monitor him.
Even if he went out, he would not dare to attack Du Kairong.
For those who commit crimes below the Qingmen level, the lightest punishment is three swords and six eyes.
He could only quietly take out the phone and make a call.
"Seventh Young Master, something happened."
Chu Nan on the other end of the phone reacted very quickly. He directly asked the other party's identity and then found Mo Zongheng.
"Brother Zongheng, someone is plotting against me, but I think their target is the boss."
Mo Zongheng's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Yin Zeyang?
The most eldest young man in Jinling is an extremely insidious guy.
He doesn't stand out easily, but his shadow can be seen behind many things, but no one can find any clues.
Mo Zongheng believed that the reason why the eight aristocratic families in front of them set out to confront him must be because of Yin Zeyang's instigation and bewitchment.
There are dozens of provinces in China, and it is absolutely extraordinary for a business family to rank first in any of them.
Jinling was the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, and the economy of the province where it is located ranks among the top three in the country.
The top young masters from the Imperial Capital and the Magic Capital gathered together, but there were too many of them. To deal with the world, you must know how to balance.
But Jinling is different. The Yin family where Yin Zeyang belongs has assets worth trillions. As a third-generation heir, it is not an exaggeration to say that he can cover the sky with one hand.
No matter what the purpose is, as long as it is aimed at Su Mu, Mo Zongheng will automatically increase the opponent's danger level to the highest level.
Because he knew what would happen in more than half a month.
Therefore, everything and everyone targeting Su Mu is suspect.
What suspicion?
Traitor!!
Never say it's impossible.
How about the Li family, one of the nine great families in the Inland Sea?
At that level, at that level, he is still the lackey of Japanese Fuso.
Never overestimate a businessman's moral bottom line.
Don't underestimate the madness of a businessman.
What is a businessman?
For the sake of profit, you can do anything.
In their eyes, feelings about family and country are all commodities that can be sold.
If necessary, then they are patriotic industrialists.
If you don't need it anymore, they will kick you away without mercy, as ruthlessly as a scumbag.
How about the former richest man in China? When he spoke ill of the motherland, he was still ruthless.
That's it!
Mo Zongheng said directly to Chen Sichen:
"You and Chu Nan take the people there together, don't conflict, just take the people away."
Chen Sichen nodded and smiled coldly:
"It seems that our brother-in-law is too kind. What happened last time, he shouldn't give up his share again."
Mo Zongheng glared at Chen Sixen.
When did he become our brother-in-law?
"You must not make a fuss. Countless people want us to make things bigger. If it affects that matter, you and I will never be able to redeem ourselves."
Chen Sixen nodded gloomily.
In the bar, Jia Qiwen endured the severe pain and slowly stood up from the ground, then looked at Du Kairong calmly:
"Second Young Master, you are the master and I am the servant. If you hit me, I will admit it. If you are done beating me, please allow me to go to the hospital."
Du Kairong didn't know why, but he seemed to see deep ridicule in Jia Qiwen's calm eyes. The will-o'-the-wisp that had been accumulated in his heart for a while suddenly burst out:
"I asked you to call Chu Laoqi over, don't you understand? If you don't call him over today, I will beat you to death."
Jia Qiwen swallowed the mouthful of blood in his throat and felt that several of his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were so painful that he lost consciousness.
He knew that the broken ribs had punctured his internal organs, and if he didn't go to the hospital, he would have to confess here.
But after all, he was a big gangster who had been around for most of his life, the earth emperor of the Dongyang underground world. He was fierce in his bones and stared at Du Kairong, blood flashing in his eyes.
Du Kairong was so frightened that he took two steps back:
"You... what are you going to do... on horseback?"
Jia Qiwen smiled slightly, then spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm:
"Drink tui!"
"A dog-like thing is worthy of being the eldest son of a wealthy family. Could it be that your mother is stealing your life from you?"
Du Kairong didn't expect that Jia Qiwen would dare to scold him like this, and he almost lost control.
The feeling of humiliation made him tremble all over:
"You...you dare...to commit the following crime!!"
Jia Qiwen sneered, the contempt in his eyes clearly revealed:
"Compared to your elder brother, you are just a useless snack. Look at you, how can you compare to Young Master Wan Yi? In the eyes of the millions of Qingmen disciples, you can't even be called a playboy, at most you are just a fool...
A pig that eats, drinks, and poops!"
Du Kairong opened his eyes in disbelief and stared at Jia Qiwen:
"What do you think I am?"
"Are you more than a pig? You are worse than a pig."
Lao Jia's face was calm, but the words coming out of his mouth were like knives stabbing Du Kairong:
"waste."
"No, calling you a waste is an insult to the word waste."
"You are a waste of air when you are alive and a waste of land when you are dead."
"No wonder, when your mother was stealing, she blindly stole a useless snack."
The highest level of scolding a person is to start from the place where he is most proud.
What is there to be proud of about Du Kairong?
The identity of the second young master of Qingmen.
Take away this layer of his identity and he is nothing.
This is what Du Kairong is most afraid of.
That's why he wanted to do everything possible to kill his eldest brother and take the position of the young master of Qingmen.
"I kill you!!"
Du Kairong suddenly lost control and frantically grabbed the wine bottle on the table and smashed it at Jia Qiwen.
Jia Qiwen was knocked to the ground again.
Du Kairong was trembling all over, while he hit Jia Qiwen with a wine bottle crazily on his head, and shouted incoherently:
"waste?"
"Am I a waste?"
"Who is the waste?"
"You bastard, keep scolding me."
"Swear."
"What is that thing you are riding on?"
"You are my Qingmen's dog!"
"waste!"
"waste!"
"I'm a waste."
Du Kairong is completely crazy.
After being beaten until he was completely exhausted, he stopped panting and collapsed directly on the ground. His face was abnormally flushed, his mouth was open and he was panting, his whole body was dripping with sweat, and his pupils were dilated.
Xu Mingjie was already frightened.
He glanced at Yin Zeyang with a somewhat panicked expression, and whispered beside him:
"Young Master Yang, let's... let's go and ask Master Rong to stop fighting. It won't end well if people are killed in front of so many people."
Yin Zeyang shrugged easily:
"What does it have to do with me? What are you afraid of? I didn't kill the person."
Xu Mingjie looked at Yin Zeyang in shock, and his heart suddenly sank.
Didn't you give me the idea and ask me to find Du Kairong?
What's the meaning?
Is this going to end the relationship?
At this time, several people rushed in from the door of the bar.
Chen Sixen and Chu Nan walked at the front.
Seeing Jia Qiwen lying on the ground dripping with blood and not knowing whether he was alive or dead, Chu Nan couldn't help but be stunned.
Lao Jia was beaten until his skin and flesh were bruised and bloody, and he looked absolutely miserable.
Chu Nan felt a breath of bad breath rushing straight to his forehead.
He is not weak, and he can fight anyone who is not an ancient warrior.