He knew that the painting was of great use to his father, so he always wanted to help his father get rid of Chen Jianghe and take the painting back from Chen Jianghe's hands.
"Chen Jianghe, don't be in a hurry to die. I'm going to ask you about the whereabouts of that painting." Dong Xiaopeng sneered.
After deciding to take action, Dong Xiaopeng made a routine call to his father.
After knowing his son's decision, Dong Ye said in a deep voice: "Are you sure the information is correct? If this is a trap, then there will be big trouble."
"Chen Jianghe is an unfathomable person. He may be a master who has already reached the top level."
Dong Xiaopeng was surprised: "He is so strong?"
Dong Ye snorted coldly, and then said in an indifferent tone: "That night, six of my men died in his hands. How could I do this without any skills?"
Dong Xiaopeng was secretly surprised and finally began to look squarely at Chen Jianghe.
He hesitated and said: "But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us. As far as I know, Ma Boxiong will also take action tonight, which shows that the source of the information is very true."
"Well..."
"Let me check whether the news is true or false first, and then I will give you a conclusion after asking Wang Hai." Dong Ye said.
Dong Xiaopeng sneered at Wang Hai, "That Wang Hai is a waste. How can he help his father with only one arm left?"
Dong Ye said with a smile: "Xiao Peng, don't say that. Wang Hai used to be Ma Boxiong's right-hand man and one of Ma Boxiong's think tanks. Since he joined our camp, we have had a smooth journey and he has given many excellent ideas.
Suggestion. Moreover, more importantly, Wang Hai is quite influential in Ma Boxiong's camp. If we want to swallow up Ma Boxiong, we must reuse Wang Hai."
Dong Xiaopeng seemed to understand.
"I won't tell you anymore. I'll discuss it with Wang Hai first," Dong Ye said.
Dong Xiaopeng hummed.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Dong Ye called his son back. After Dong Xiaopeng answered the call, Dong Ye said: "The news is confirmed. Ma Boxiong will attack Chen Jianghe tonight, at midnight. You should start preparing to attack now and fight for it."
Get the painting earlier than Ma Boxiong. In addition, I will also send Mengzi to help you."
"Dad, you called Brother Meng here? It's not necessary, right?" Dong Xiaopeng was shocked.
Mengzi is Dong Ye's right-hand man and a C-level master.
Dong Ye said in a deep voice: "This action can only succeed and cannot fail. Do you understand?"
"Dad, I understand!"
Night falls.
Chen Jianghe told Wang Jingshan his plan, so that Wang Jingshan would be worried again.
Wang Jingshan told Chen Jianghe to let him go and do this, as long as no lives were lost, and she promised to let Dong Xiaopeng stay in prison for the rest of his life.
Chen Jianghe naturally agreed.
As time passed little by little, it soon reached nine o'clock in the evening.
Chen Jianghe could clearly feel that the environment near his home was much quieter, as if someone was deliberately controlling the sound, which also made the night more chilling.
He just sat on the sofa, waiting for the distinguished guests to arrive.
Nine past five.
Several men dressed in black gathered at the door of Chen Jianghe's villa. Because this is a wealthy area, there are no surveillance cameras installed here due to privacy requirements for the wealthy.
The leader is none other than Dong Xiaopeng.
Standing next to Dong Xiaopeng is a man nearly two meters tall. This is the fierce brother Dong Xiaopeng calls - Zhang Meng.
"Is everyone here?" Dong Xiaopeng looked around.
Those brought here tonight are all Dong Ye's elite men, especially Zhang Meng, who is covered in sinewy flesh and is praised by Dong Ye as a human killing machine.
With the help of these people, Dong Xiaopeng is full of confidence.
"Now that everyone is here, follow me and take off Chen Jianghe's head." Dong Xiaopeng was full of energy and walked to the door of the villa, then kicked the door open.
"Huh?"
"It's not locked?"
Zhang Meng instantly became alert and said to Dong Xiaopeng: "Master, be careful when you go in later. Remember to hide behind us if an accident happens."
Dong Xiaopeng nodded and continued walking toward the door.
The group of people came to the living room on the first floor. A man in black pointed at Chen Jianghe lying on the sofa and said, "Master, he is here!"
Everyone's eyes instantly fell on Chen Jianghe.
Chen Jianghe opened his eyes when he heard this, then pretended to be very weak and struggled to sit up from the sofa.
Weakly asked: "You, who are you?"
Dong Xiaopeng sneered when he saw this: "The news is indeed true, Chen Jianghe is already dying. Even if we don't take action, I'm afraid we won't survive for three days."
"You want to kill me?" Chen Jianghe asked.
Dong Xiaopeng laughed loudly, "Yes, we do want to kill you, what can you do?"
Chen Jianghe shook his head, and then coughed violently, even coughing up blood foam, which made Dong Xiaopeng unknowingly relax his vigilance.
"Why do you want to kill me? I am already dying." Chen Jianghe shook his head, still looking weak, as if he might die at any time.
Dong Xiaopeng laughed again, sat down on the sofa opposite Chen Jianghe, then crossed his legs and said jokingly: "Come on, stop pretending in front of us. A few nights ago you snatched a painting from a group of people.
, that painting belonged to my father, and you were the one who killed my father."
"I came to your house tonight just to do two things."
Dong Xiaopeng raised two fingers and continued: "The first thing is to get the painting back, and the second thing is to send you to hell."
Chen Jianghe sighed quietly, "How do you plan to kill me? With a gun or with personal force?"
Dong Xiaopeng flicked his fingers, looking like he was strategizing and high-spirited.
In a trance.
He even felt that he could become as famous as his father and become another hero in the ten-mile foreign trade in the East China Sea.
"It depends on how you want to die." Dong Xiaopeng said with a smile.
Chen Jianghe sighed again, "I understand, it seems that you don't intend to give me a way to live, and you must put me to death."
"You are very smart, but if you present the painting with both hands and kneel in front of me to apologize, I can give you a decent death." Dong Xiaopeng did not take Chen Jianghe seriously at all.
A dying grasshopper, why not tease it?
Zhang Meng suddenly felt that something was wrong with Chen Jianghe. During the conversation, Chen Jianghe's breath was obviously smoother than before, without any sluggishness as if he was terminally ill.
His tone and expression were also more relaxed than when they first met.
Based on this, Zhang Meng said to Dong Xiaopeng: "Young Master, why don't you just kill this guy to save yourself a long night of dreams?"
