Yuan Mu scolded and frowned: "This matter is not that simple. You only saw the surface. You don't understand anything deeper!"
"Brother, is there anything more profound?" Yuan Shao really didn't understand.
Yuan Mu said in a deep voice: "Don't forget, we found the killer to solve Chen Yingjun. Now the Han family has intervened. Once the Han family intervenes to conduct a thorough investigation, there is a high possibility that they will be found on our heads."
"Do you think that if Han Xiaotian finds out that Chen Yingjun's death is related to us, will the Yuan family be able to survive alone?"
After listening to Yuan Mu's analysis, Yuan Shao, who had been looking happy just now, changed his expression drastically.
"Who is Han Xiaotian? How could he help that boy investigate this matter?" Yuan Shao asked with a guilty conscience.
"He threatened so many wealthy families in Zhoucheng to apologize in public for that boy. Why can't he help that boy?" Yuan Mu asked in return.
"Brother, what should we do? If we are really found out, not only will we be ruined, but the entire Yuan family will also be ruined!" Yuan Shao was about to cry.
The status of the Han family in the provincial capital is not comparable to that of the Yuan family.
Yuan Mu scolded: "Why are you panicking? Hasn't this been found on us yet?"
"But, you said it, Han Xiaotian is very likely to help that boy investigate." Yuan Shao said with a sad face.
"Yuan Shao, please listen to me clearly. This matter is known to heaven and earth. You know it and I know it. No matter who it is, no one can reveal it, otherwise it will be the end of our Yuan family!"
Yuan Mu suddenly said solemnly: "Even if it's grandpa, we can't say it!"
No one thought that Chen Yingjun's death was actually caused by two young descendants of the Yuan family.
No one would have thought that the big commotion today was also related to these two young people.
On the other side, Junting Hotel, Supreme Pavilion.
Han Xiaotian had finished talking about the past events in the North, and looked at Yang Chen and asked: "Xiao Yang, what do you plan to do with those people outside?"
Yang Chen's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, and he slowly said: "I will handle this matter personally, so I won't bother Family Master Han."
Han Xiaotian was also stunned, and became more sure of his guess. Yang Chen was definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise he would not have faced these troubles alone.
"Brother Yang, you actually rejected my grandfather. Do you know that those people outside are the heads of the major wealthy families in Zhou City. If my grandfather hadn't suppressed them, they would definitely not give up!"
Han Feifei was also surprised. She had a good impression of the young man who saved her grandfather, so she naturally wanted to help him.
"Feifei!"
Han Xiaotian scolded, looked at Yang Chen and said: "Since you have already made a plan, I will not interfere anymore. If you need my help, please contact me at any time."
"Okay!" Yang Chen nodded.
When they reached the lobby on the first floor, the heads of more than ten wealthy families in Zhou City were all waiting.
"Mr. Yang, I, Huang Zhong, know I made a mistake. Please forgive me!"
"Mr. Yang, I, Zhang Shuai, know I made a mistake, please forgive me!
"Mr. Yang, I, Wen Desheng, know I made a mistake. Please forgive me!"
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A large group of Zhoucheng bosses rushed to apologize and ask for forgiveness.
Yang Chen didn't even look at it, he got into Luo Bin's car and left.
"Master Chen, what do you mean, Mr. Yang?"
"Has he forgiven us? Or has he not forgiven us? He has to be precise, right?"
"Why is the head of the Han family gone too?"
A group of Zhoucheng big guys all looked terrified.
Chen Xinghai was also confused and said angrily: "How do I know?"
After that, he turned and left.
Zhoucheng, a private mansion.
A black Phaeton slowly parked in the courtyard, and Yang Chen and Luo Bin walked out of the car.
"Chairman, that night, Qian Biao subdued the killer and locked him up here." Luo Bin said.
As soon as the two entered the mansion, they saw a middle-aged man in black clothes tied to a chair in the middle of the hall.