Everyone was so frightened that they were trembling with fear and out of their minds.
The reason why we were able to be tougher just now was because there was an extremely powerful Wang Gensheng. Now Wang Gensheng has been shot, and his life and death are unknown.
"Zhao Ming, Wang Gen is alive and dead, are you satisfied now?" Zhao Meng turned around and asked with tears in his eyes.
"Mengmeng, how can one be content?" Zhao Ming looked at Zhao Meng and sneered.
"Zhao Ming, what do you want?" Zhao Zhixing asked.
"Old man, I just wanted to be the vice chairman, but now I suddenly changed my mind and want to be the chairman." Zhao Ming said calmly.
"The appointment of the chairman must be decided by the board of directors. I alone have no say." Zhao Zhixing replied coldly.
"What if you die?" Zhao Ming said, his pistol pointed at Zhao Zhixing.
Zhao Zhixing smiled bitterly: "Haha, if I die, the position of chairman will never be yours."
Zhao Ming held a gun and pushed towards Zhao Zhixing step by step: "Old man, you have reminded me that if you die, I will have nothing.
Therefore, I will let you live well until Mengmeng and I get married."
"Zhao Ming, you beast..."
Zhao Zhixing was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but there was nothing he could do.
Zhao Ming has served as the security manager of Hongxiang Group for nearly eight years and is Zhao Zhixing's personal bodyguard.
Therefore, he has a wide network of contacts. In the entire Hongxiang Group, there are many executives who have been bribed by him.
As the saying goes, when a tree falls, the monkey will scatter. Now that Zhao Zhixing is gone, everyone has moved to Zhao Ming's side, including many security guards.
No matter how angry Zhao Zhixing was, Zhao Ming was not angry at all: "Old man Zhao, stop being stubborn. If you continue to be stubborn, there will be no good results.
Don't call me a beast, because if Mengmeng marries me, won't she marry a beast?"
"..."
Zhao Zhixing was so angry that his blood surged upwards, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell to the ground.
One of his subordinates quickly supported Zhao Zhixing and whispered in his ear: "Old man, don't be angry. You can leave the green hills without fear of running out of firewood."
"We have already been defeated to the point of exhaustion, so what's the point of leaving green hills behind?" Zhao Zhixing sighed desolately.
Seeing that he had the overall situation under control, Zhao Ming began to check the injuries of his men. Although they were not fatal, they were still serious.
Zhao Bubai had a fierce fight with Wang Gensheng just now, which almost exhausted all his strength.
However, Wang Gensheng finally died.
No matter how Wang Gensheng died, it was a historic turning point against Zhao Bubai.
From now on, he can swagger back to Linshui City, return to the underground boxing gym, and be his ever-victorious general.
Zhao Meng lay down in front of Wang Gensheng, holding Wang Gensheng's face with her hands, tears falling: "Wang Gensheng, aren't you very powerful?"
"You keep talking. I asked you not to talk to me, but you didn't listen. As a result, you fell into Zhao Ming's plot."
"Wang Gensheng, you said you wanted to marry me, but you don't keep your word. You are a bastard."
Zhao Meng cried loudly. She couldn't tell how much she liked Wang Gensheng, but Wang Gensheng's death was definitely related to Hongxiang Group.
If Wang Gensheng had not come to Hongxiang Group and had not stood up for Hongxiang Group, Wang Gensheng would not have died.
Zhao Meng's cry moved everyone present, and some people began to cry softly. The entire compound was completely immersed in grief.
Zhao Ming raised his gun and shouted coldly: "If you cry for a ball, wouldn't it mean that Wang Gensheng died? From now on, the world will be more peaceful."
Zhao Meng turned around, looked at Zhao Ming, cried and cursed: "Zhao Ming, you bastard, you can't beat others, so why do you secretly shoot them?"
"Mengmeng, I won't argue with you now. You cry for a while. From tonight on, you will be my wife." Zhao Ming said coldly.
"Zhao Ming, you have a beautiful idea. I am Wang Gensheng's son in life, and Wang Gensheng's ghost in death." Zhao Meng cursed loudly.
Then, he lay on Wang Gensheng's body and started crying again.
In my ears, Wang Gensheng's gentle voice came: "Sister Mengmeng, are what you just said true?"
"You, you're not dead?" Zhao Meng was shocked.
"Sister Mengmeng, how could I die? It's just that you keep pressing me down like this, and I'm almost crushed to death by you." Wang Gensheng gave a weird smile.
Zhao Ming saw Zhao Meng and Wang Gensheng talking here, and was so frightened that he lost his mind for a moment.
Could it be that Wang Gensheng is not dead yet?
He walked up behind Zhao Meng and shouted coldly: "Mengmeng, get out of the way, or I won't be polite to you."
Looking back, Zhao Meng had an angry look on his face: "I won't let you..."
"Come here, pull Zhao Meng over." Zhao Ming shouted loudly.
Immediately, two gangsters came over and tried to pull Zhao Meng away.
Suddenly, Wang Gensheng and Zhao Meng stood up, and at the same time, Wang Gensheng's fist punched out.
With two bangs, the two gangsters flew out and fell even worse than Zhao Bubai's two apprentices just now.
Zhao Ming was shocked and raised his gun like Wang Gensheng, preparing to shoot.
At this moment, a bullet flew out of Wang Gensheng's hand.
Zhao Ming's hand holding the gun suddenly felt a huge pain, and he threw the gun out.
In the blink of an eye, the pistol was in Wang Gensheng's hand. It was not Wang Gensheng who was shot at this moment, but Zhao Ming.
Zhao Ming screamed in pain. There was a bullet hole in his wrist, and blood was pouring out.
He had no idea how the bullet flew from Wang Gensheng's hand.
"Wang Gensheng, are you really not dead?" Zhao Meng, who woke up, hugged Wang Gensheng tightly again.
"Sister Mengmeng, didn't I tell you, I can't die." Wang Gensheng smiled slyly.
"Hate, you scared me to death just now, causing me to say so many immoral words?" Zhao Meng's face turned slightly red again.
"Sister Mengmeng, what do you call unethical words? To me, they are the best sweet words in the world." Wang Gensheng laughed proudly.
"What happened to the bullet just now?" Zhao Meng asked in surprise.
Wang Gensheng reached out and took out an iron plate from his body and handed it to Zhao Meng: "This iron plate saved my life. It's a pity."
The two people were still talking, and the evil-minded Zhao Ming saw an opportunity and raised a dagger to stab him.
Suddenly, Zhao Ming stopped, or to be precise, he stopped there.
Immediately afterwards, he laughed again, and the sound of laughter was both desolate and painful.
"Zhao Ming, just laugh. If you laugh to death this time, I won't save you." Wang Gensheng sneered.
Zhao Bubai couldn't calm down anymore. Zhao Ming was shot in the wrist and was dripping with blood. If he continued laughing wildly, he would only die.
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