A few minutes later, Jiang Muyang left the Junlin Hotel with Li Kai and drove straight to Chenghua Avenue.
The owner of Dynasty KTV, Zou Xun, and the main management disappeared overnight after that incident, probably because they had been cleaned up by the mastermind behind the scenes.
Zhang Enquan may have been lucky enough to survive, so he was most likely the only surviving insider. It would have been a long night and many dreams, so Jiang Muyang must find him as soon as possible.
Chenghua Avenue is more than ten kilometers away from Junlin Hotel. When Jiang Muyang drove there, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
It is far away from the urban area and is in a relatively remote location. There are several properties under development next to it. In addition to a few small hotels and Internet cafes, there are supermarkets and restaurants on the street.
"Squeak!"
Jiang Muyang parked the car in front of the Shaxian snack store Li Kai mentioned, sat in the car and glanced around.
There weren't many people on the street, and I didn't see anyone who fit the description.
"Brother, when I saw Brother Quan that day, he was right next to the trash can, picking up cigarette butts and smoking them. I really didn't lie to you." Li Kai pointed at him quickly for fear that Jiang Muyang would deal with him.
"Stay in the car and don't wander around."
Jiang Muyang gave a deep command, opened the door and got out of the car.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing an apron came out of Shaxian Snacks carrying a bucket of swill and poured the swill into a sewer outlet.
Jiang Muyang stepped forward and asked softly: "Hello, have you ever seen a homeless man with a disfigured face and weak legs and feet?"
"Um?"
The middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at Jiang Muyang, muttering: "Hey, it's really strange. There are so many people asking about a homeless man..."
Jiang Muyang frowned immediately, grabbed the man's shoulders and said, "Is there anyone else who is asking about him?"
The middle-aged man suddenly took a breath of cold air and said quickly: "That's right, just a few minutes ago, a group of people rushed into my store. I was shocked. I thought they were provoking some members of the public.
, but it turns out they were just asking me about the homeless man."
"What did you tell them?" Jiang Muyang asked.
"That group of people is not easy to mess with at first glance. They are all very vicious. How dare I hide it, so I told them what I know." The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and seemed to be still frightened. He raised his finger and said.
: "Going north along this street, about a kilometer away, there is an overpass. The homeless man should live under the overpass. When I closed my stall and went home at night, I passed by the overpass..."
Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, he felt his eyes flashing as if something flashed past him.
When he came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that Jiang Muyang was gone!
"Did you see a ghost?"
The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes vigorously, ran to the store with a bucket of swill, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Wife! Wife, I'm going to give you a mother-in-law, damn it!"
At this moment, Jiang Muyang seemed to turn into a gust of wind, rushing towards the overpass that the middle-aged man mentioned.
He no longer cared about how shocked his behavior would be, and just wanted to get to the scene as quickly as possible.
The other group of people who inquired about Zhang Enquan were most likely sent by the mastermind behind the scenes.
I didn't expect them to move so quickly!
Jiang Muyang had just learned the news about Zhang Enquan, and the other party rushed over, and he was one step faster than Jiang Muyang.
The purpose of their search for Zhang Enquan can be guessed with your feet. It must be to silence him!
They must be stopped, otherwise the clues that were finally found will be lost again.
Fortunately, there were not many people on the street at this time, otherwise Jiang Muyang's wind-like speed would have shocked many people's jaws.
…
at the same time.
Under the overpass.
A homeless man in rags and unkempt hair was sitting on a shabby straw mat, leaning against the wall, with half a cigarette hanging in his mouth. The butt of the cigarette was flashing red, dimming and brightening under the dark overpass.
Most of the homeless man's face was covered with burn marks, and his true appearance was completely unrecognizable, but the red mark on his neck was extremely obvious.
It was indeed Zhang Enquan, the manager of Dynasty KTV back then!
"call……"
Zhang Enquan holds a cigarette between the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, tilts his head up, leans against the wall, squints his eyes and blows out a smoke ring, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
But his eyes were shining with malice and hatred.
Zhang Enquan will never forget the fire five years ago!
His wife, children, and parents were all killed in the fire, but he was the only one who managed to survive.
Hatred!
From then on, there was only hatred in Zhang Enquan's life!
If he didn't want revenge, he might have ended his life long ago and gone to be with his family.
Just then.
There was a burst of noisy footsteps.
"Whoa!"
Zhang Enquan straightened up suddenly and turned to look.
Then he saw figures in the darkness, running towards here.
He was suddenly as frightened as a bird, and without thinking too much, he picked up a steel pipe beside him, put it on the ground to stand up, and limped quickly towards the other side.
"Zhang Enquan!"
Behind him, there was a loud shout.
Zhang Enquan was suddenly startled and quickly quickened his pace.
But his legs and feet were already weak, so no matter how hard he accelerated, he couldn't run very fast.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound came.
Zhang Enquan was kicked in the back and fell directly to the ground.
"Zhang Enquan, I'm looking for you..."
A strong man stepped forward and stepped on Zhang Enquan's back.
As a result, before he could finish speaking, a snow-white sword flashed before his eyes.
"laugh!"
The strong man suddenly screamed and stumbled to the ground.
There was blood flowing across his ankles.
Zhang Enquan turned over and sat on the ground, holding the ground with his left hand and holding a blade tightly in his right hand.
Even though his finger was cut by the blade, he didn't care. His eyes were fierce and his face was ferocious, full of madness.
"I'm going to fuck you! Come on, come on! One life for one, come on!!!"
Zhang Enquan waved the blade and roared crazily.
"waste!"
The strong man at the head whispered something, then stepped forward, raised his right foot, and kicked forward hard.
The trouser legs rubbed against the air, making a loud noise.
Extremely fast and extremely powerful!
"Bang!"
The man kicked Zhang Enquan's wrist and kicked his blade away.
Then, he came closer and kneeled Zhang Enquan, causing him to fall to the ground. Then he stepped on his head and smacked him hard.
"Zhang Enquan, you bitch is really lucky, you have survived to this day." The strong man slowly bent over, his body weight completely fell on Zhang Enquan's head, and he stared at him with cold and bloodthirsty eyes.
"You, it's you, it's you!!!"
Zhang Enquan's pupils suddenly shrank, and when he saw the scorpion tail tattoo exposed on the strong man's wrist, his eyes immediately turned red.
He clearly remembered that before he fell into coma, he vaguely saw a scorpion tail tattoo on the wrist of the person who set the fire.
This is the person!
He was the culprit who set fire to Zhang Enquan's family!
"Haha, I didn't expect you to recognize me." The strong man smiled coldly, and a ferocious scar squirmed on his face, "Zhang Enquan, just because of you, I was punished so heavily by my boss that I almost lost my life.
No more. I have had a hard time looking for you all these years."
"I, I will fuck you..."
Zhang Enquan stared at the strong man, gritted his teeth and uttered a few words.
But before he finished speaking, there was no sound.
His entire face was deformed by the strong man's boots.
"Five years ago, you survived, but all your family members died." A sinister smile appeared on the strong man's face, and he said in a low voice, "You live in such pain, killing you will be the same for you.
What a relief!”
After saying this, the strong man pulled out a military thorn from the outside of his calf, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and stabbed Zhang Enquan's head with the military thorn in his hand!
But at this moment, a golden light rushed over.
"Qiang!"
With a soft sound, the strong man's military spur was directly swung away.