Brother Dao seized this opportunity and wanted to kill Chen Jianghe with one blow.
The tip of the knife pierced directly, and the speed was indeed very fast, so Brother Dao already had a smile in his eyes, thinking that Chen Jianghe had become his dead soul under the knife.
But obviously.
He overestimated his own abilities and underestimated Chen Jianghe's.
After all, the knife did not penetrate Chen Jianghe's neck, because the knife could not fall down just halfway. Brother Dao was shocked, and he was shocked to find that Chen Jianghe had grabbed his wrist tightly, making Brother Dao unable to continue stabbing down! More
The scary thing is that Chen Jianghe's palm is like an iron pincer, and Brother Dao has no ability to break free.
"you……"
"Let go of my hand!"
Cold sweat broke out on Brother Dao's forehead again.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Jianghe's lips, and he said lightly: "I thought you would kneel down and beg for mercy, but I didn't expect you still have some blood. But you misjudged my ability, and everything you did was in vain."
The voice fell.
His palm suddenly exerted force and crushed Brother Dao's wrist in an instant!
Just a shady thug.
Kill it, kill it!
Bang!
The sharp knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Also heard was Brother Dao's shrill scream. Pain swept through his whole body in an instant, and in the end his voice became hoarse.
He couldn't believe how there could be such a terrifying person in the world who could crush his wrist to pieces with just strength!
Can this still be considered a human being?
After Chen Jianghe crushed his wrist, he let go. Brother Dao couldn't bear the pain and knelt down with a plop.
He held his wrist, and veins popped out on his forehead.
"Please, let me go. I'm just a dog under Master Dong. I will do whatever he asks me to do. I have no choice." Brother Dao softened his tone and begged Chen Jianghe to spare his life.
Chen Jianghe said calmly: "I take back what I said before, you do have blood, but not much."
Brother Dao is still begging.
Chen Jianghe had already picked up the rolled-up painting from the ground. Brother Dao said quickly: "You should be here for this thing too. I am giving it to you now. Can you give me a way out?"
"Pay attention to your wording, you didn't give me this, I snatched it from you." Chen Jianghe said with a smile.
Brother Dao looked pale and speechless.
"If you have any last words, just say them. You won't have a chance later."
After Chen Jianghe said this, Brother Dao immediately panicked and begged Chen Jianghe again to spare his life. After learning that Chen Jianghe had made up his mind, he started to curse and even yelled: "If you dare to kill me,
Just wait, Mr. Dong will avenge us and even chop off your head to use as a urinal."
"Are you done?" Chen Jianghe was not angered.
Brother Dao still felt confused and shouted: "Don't think that you are great just because you have some ability. You are nothing in front of Mr. Dong."
Chen Jianghe shook his head.
This guy just said these words back and forth, so he was not interested in listening anymore, and directly put the muzzle of the gun between Brother Dao's eyebrows.
Brother Dao's scolding stopped abruptly.
Before he could change his words and beg for mercy, gunfire tore through the night sky, and Brother Dao fell into a pool of blood.
Until he died, Brother Dao still didn't close his eyes.
He couldn't understand how anyone dared to confront Master Dong. Master Dong was a famous tycoon in the East China Sea, and he was no weaker than Ma Boxiong.
pity.
He will never know the answer.
Jingle bell bell!
Not long after Brother Dao died, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Chen Jianghe leaned over and took out the cell phone from his pocket. The caller ID showed the two characters 'Dong Ye'. After hesitating for a moment, Chen Jianghe pressed
I pressed the answer button, but didn't speak immediately.
"Hello?"
"Xiao Dao, are you listening to me? The person who picks you up will be at the fishing village soon. Are you okay now?"
Chen Jianghe did not respond.
The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his tone had become cold, "Who are you? Did they kill you with a knife?"
"Congratulations, you guessed it right." Chen Jianghe smiled.
Even through the phone, Chen Jianghe could feel the chill radiating from Dong Ye's body, and continued: "Don't worry, they died peacefully, and there was no pain when they left."
Dong Ye said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Do you know what will happen if you go against me?"
Chen Jianghe couldn't help but sneered, "I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing."
Dong Ye took a deep breath, knowing that he was in trouble. He suppressed his anger and made a deal with Chen Jianghe, "You give me that painting, and I will give you 100 million, and I will not hold you responsible for anything. You Think about it, I must remind you that one more enemy is worse than one more friend in the world, no one wants to be my enemy, Dong Ye."
"Stop it, this thing belongs to me, it just fell into the hands of your people." Chen Jianghe said.
Dong Ziyi's anger surged again.
He gritted his teeth and said, "So, are you unwilling to return the things to me?"
Chen Jianghe was noncommittal.
But in Dong Ye's view, Chen Jianghe's failure to deny it was acquiescence.
Dong Ye said word by word: "Okay, okay, then just wait for me! Even if you escape to the ends of the world, I will twist your people off and use them as stools."
Chen Jianghe hung up the phone directly, not wanting to hear Dong Ye's cruel words.
Nothing else.
He could hear these words cocooned.
He walked around a few times to make sure there was no one before calling Qin Zhongshan and asking him to send someone to clean up the traces.
Qin Zhongshan said in surprise: "Boy, you have already got that painting? You are really good at it. I thought that from now on, there will be no news."
Chen Jianghe had no time to chat with the old man and asked directly: "Should you send someone down to take the painting away, or should I send it to the capital in person? You can give me an accurate message so that I can prepare."
"You can take it by yourself first. First of all, this painting may not be what we are looking for. Secondly, even if it is what we are looking for, we are not in a hurry to hand it over. The main reason is that this thing will not fall into my hands in the end. You first
Think about it and see if you can figure out anything useful, but you can't take advantage of those literati." Qin Zhongshan's words made Chen Jianghe laugh. Only the old man dared to tease those people like this.
"Okay, put the things here with me first, and I'll see if I can figure out anything." Chen Jianghe agreed.
Half an hour later.
When Chen Jianghe returned home, he directly unfolded the painting on the coffee table without taking a shower.
The name of this painting is just as it sounds. It depicts Kuafu chasing the sun. It is a very typical ancient ink painting. Chen Jianghe could not see any clues about it.
"Strange."
"It is said that this painting was indeed written thousands of years ago, but why can't I see any clues?"
