Before Chen Jiangang's screams woke up more people.
Qin Feng had already gotten into Zhang Biao's BMW and silently lit a cigarette.
Zhang Biao sat aside and moved his lips: "Brother Qin, did I go a little too far?"
He felt a little guilty: "I wanted Xiaorou to anger that woman and make them bite her."
"But who would have thought that that woman would be so ruthless, as if she didn't care about her life? She's just like the thirteenth girl on Bolan Street."
"I didn't expect it would irritate your aunt."
Zhang Biao slapped himself: "My fault, I will go over now and break that man's legs."
He believed that it was himself who caused Qin Feng and Shen Xue to quarrel.
"Who is the most important person in your life?"
Qin Feng suddenly spoke.
Zhang Biao, who was about to open the door and get out of the car, was stunned and sat back:
"My mom, my dad died early, and I was raised by my mom pushing a breakfast cart."
"She is the most important person in my life."
"How did your father die?" Qin Feng looked at him.
"He who was hacked to death."
Zhang Biao took a deep breath: "On Monday morning, my mother and I were shopping for vegetables at the food market at the door, and he was buying me xiaolongbao next to him."
"Suddenly, two vans rushed up and seven or eight people got out and hacked my dad to death on the ground."
"The bun fell to the ground, and it was all covered with my dad's blood..."
He also lit up a cigarette and held it in his mouth: "I originally wanted to persuade you, but you made me depressed."
"If you were given a chance to go back to that morning, would you stop your dad from going out?"
Qin Feng threw the lighter to him: "It's just what if."
"meeting."
Zhang Biao took a deep breath of smoke: "Today is the day when my father is running for president of Southeast City. My mother and I both guessed that it would not be peaceful at that time, but we did not expect that things would still happen."
"But what if your father wants to beat you?"
Qin Feng smiled and said: "Just like my aunt did to me just now, will you stop him?"
"meeting."
Zhang Biao said without hesitation: "Even if he doesn't recognize me as his son, I will still stop him."
"After all, as long as he lives well, even if he suffers a moment of grievance and pain, it is still better than losing his life."
"My dad passed away too."
Qin Feng said to himself: "After he is gone, I only have two relatives in this world."
"My mother, and my aunt."
"So I won't let either of them get hurt."
When he mentioned his father, Qin Feng's eyes became deeper and darker, and his thoughts began to flow.
Zhang Biao was silent for a moment: "Actually, for you, letting trash like the Chen family disappear from the world will not have any impact."
"I can do it for you."
He glanced at Qin Feng: "God doesn't know, ghost doesn't know."
"Then when the time comes, won't I have a murderer written all over my face?"
Qin Feng shook his head: "Then how can I face my aunt?"
Zhang Biao was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs. I never thought that even you would be helpless."
Qin Feng said nothing, looked at the police cars and ambulances roaring outside the window, and ordered Zhang Biao to drive away.
Late at night, several guests came to the Shen family villa.
In the brightly lit villa meeting hall, a woman was sitting on the Taishi chair drinking tea.
Her eyes were contemptuous and her expression was cold.
Wearing a black cheongsam, her slender legs are lightly overlapped.
This is the position that should belong to Shen Bangming, the head of the Shen family, but the woman is sitting here, and no one in the Shen family dares to speak out.
Dozens of direct descendants of the Shen family were kneeling on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.
At the woman's feet, kneeling was a trembling middle-aged man.
This man is none other than Shen Bangming, the head of the Shen family, known as the second-tier family in Nandu.
No one could have imagined that Shen Bangming, who was making waves outside, would be in such a humble posture now.
"I, I really don't know, that doctor is your daughter..." Shen Bangming said with a purple face.
He was extremely frightened because he did not wait for Sun Aihua and Mr. Huo who came back to seek revenge.
But what he waited for was a woman who made the entire Southern Capital tremble.
Wen Lan took a sip of tea, looked at Shen Bangming condescendingly, and raised her eyebrows: "You said you didn't know."
Shen Bangming trembled: "I, I really don't know..."
After saying that, he subconsciously looked at the house master of Shanmen Sect beside him.
The house master fell to the ground, his limbs were broken, and his wide eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief.
Death from shortness of breath.
It was a very simple death.
The entire Shen family has been controlled by people from the Wuhu Chamber of Commerce, and everyone who resisted died.
They are the only direct descendants who have managed to survive until now.
"Then the phone call I made to you before, did you ignore it?"
Wen Lan said calmly: "Or do you think that what I, Wen Lan, say will have no effect in Nandu?"
His tone suddenly became cold, and Shen Bangming's face turned even pale!
"I, I don't dare..." Shen Bangming's eyes were filled with fear.
"You don't dare."
"But you did this."
Wen Lan sighed, put the tea cup on the table, and stood up slowly:
