Chapter 167： Revenge man!

Pearl suburb. A two-storey small bungalow. The interior was dark and inky, except for a small candlelight in a bedroom on the second floor. It’s as dark as hell. People dare not approach.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the two cars slowly came from the east and west, and stopped at the door of the small house. Then, a middle-aged man was drilled in the car coming from the east. His suit is very straight, his shoes are bright, as if he is a social elite, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose is highlighted, highlighting his extraordinary temperament.

This person is the Zhao family's second son Li Mubai, Zhao Zhaojun, who is highly favored by Zhao Siye, and the only Zhao Jiayi who has no conflict with Xiaozheng.

Speaking of it, Zhao Qingyun made a shot at the birthday party of Zhao Siye and Xiao Zhengda on the first night after returning to China. He was folded in the hands of Xiao Zheng. It can be said that the face is lost, and the sharpness is reduced. After that, he never appeared in the public eye, but he was accompanied by Zhao Siye every day to eat tea and drink, and he was unfettered, but he was somewhat boring.

The Chen family boss Chen Chong, also under a chance coincidence, had a serious conflict with Xiao Zheng, and was seriously injured in hospital by Xiao Zheng, and has not been discharged yet. And even if you have a good injury, it is estimated that there will be sequelae. After all, Xiao Zheng’s fight, not killing him, is already a mercy.

In addition to the early death of Zhao Laosan, the only remaining Zhao family, Li Mubai can still have nothing to do with Xiao Zheng in his face. Only he can understand that in the face of Zhao Siye and Xiao Zheng can not go, and ultimately there will be no good end.

Who makes the father like Xiao Zheng? Who asked the father to choose him as the heir?

Li Mubai’s eyes flashed a hint of resentment, even vicious!

Why did the father choose Xiao Zheng as the heir to the Zhao family? What is good about him? On martial arts, he does have a good place. Can he rely on martial arts to take charge of the overall situation? It is by wisdom!

Li Mubai was born and died for Zhao for many years. As early as five years ago, his hair was white. Now, every once in a while, he must dye his hair. Otherwise, Huafa, which invades most of his head, will spring up like mushrooms. Whistling.

boom!

Li Mubai no expression, but he slammed the door to vent his anger.

When he got out of the car and walked to the main entrance of Xiaoyanglou, his gaze slowly landed in the dark, silent car. The car that arrived at Xiaoyang Building at the same time.

Li Mubai knows that this time it must be him, the other party is not determined to appear under such circumstances. Nor does it meet the identity and position of his people.

Crouching.

Li Mubai pushed open the door of the villa, only to feel a chilly and decaying smell coming in, as if to freeze his whole person in this hot summer. A cold from the bottom of my heart.

The house was dark, but Li Mubai did not ask for the lights. He knows that people living in villas are a group of men who are used to the darkness and do not want to be bright. As a guest, he does not need a master to move him. Even if he speaks, the other party will turn on the lights for him.

This is the main reason why Li Mubai can have a place in the talented Zhao family. He is smart enough to be thinking from the perspective of others, and even in the end, all his calculations are for his own benefit. But in the eyes of many people, he is still a good old man of Zhao. The only thing that is not so suffocating.

He slowly climbed up to the second floor and walked through the faint candlelight to the only bright room. He didn't knock at the door because the owner of the room didn't close, which meant that the other person welcomed him. But when he entered the room, he was still intimidated by the layout of the room.

The two candles in the room were placed on a makeshift platform, with incense sticks on the platform, chickens and ducks, and a black and white photo. A young man with a straight figure and a tight-eyed head stared at the photo calmly, his face cold and cold. The whole body exudes a strong sense of oppression.

The person in the photo, Li Mubai, does not know, but he believes that the young man has a great relationship with the man in the photo, otherwise he will not provide photos and incense at this temporary residence.

"He is my brother."

The young man stared at the photo without squinting, and said with a steady tone: "The only younger brother."

Li Mubai glimpsed a little, and did not understand why this young man, who is not famous in the industry, said to himself that these things have nothing to do with the task.

"How did he die?" As a courtesy, Li Mubai asked very much about it.

"It was killed by Xiao Zheng." The young man flashed a sharp color. "The cruel cut of the throat."

"What time is it?" Li Mubai asked in surprise.

He remembers that there was a kidnapping case before the New Olympics. The criminal was killed on the spot because of attempted murder. Is it that Xiao Zheng is killing people?

"Just a few days ago." The young man ordered a cigarette and took a deep breath. "He should have gone abroad with me, even if he didn't do anything, he wouldn't be so short-lived."

"Why didn't he leave with you?" Li Mubai asked.

"He likes power and loves it since he was a child. He doesn't want to drift away from me and live a precarious day. He longs for a life of drunken fans, and he wants to rely on his own efforts to become a respected and successful person." Young people spurt a thick smoke The eyes are calm. "But he doesn't know that everyone's life is already doomed. He is an expert in some respects, a master. But in other respects, he may not even be a rookie."

"This is why he was killed." The young man annihilated the cigarette.

"This is why you want to kill Xiao Zheng?" Li Mubai asked.

"Otherwise? For your one million dollars?" The young man slowly turned, and there was no mood swing in the light gray voice. “In many countries, my reward for one mission is five million.”

Li Mubai said: "Maybe in Pearl, we have not standardized the market."

The young man didn't say much, just walked slowly to the sofa and sat down indifferently: "Is it all arranged?"

"Well. Action tonight. We will cooperate fully." Li Mubai said in detail. "Complete the task, we will send you away overnight. There will be no worries."

"It seems that you don't understand our line." The young man shook his head faintly and looked cold and indifferent. "We never considered retreating before the mission was completed."

"Why?" Li Mubai is a well-organized man. As a military sergeant, he has long been accustomed to making all possible calculations clear and making corresponding measures.

"With the retreat, I dare not go forward. People can only exert their greatest potential if they are in desperate circumstances. Only when they break the road can they kill a **** road. This is what I learned in the army. It is also my years. The core idea of ​​doing the task." Young people faint.

Li Mubai nodded and agreed: "This idea is very good, maybe I will use it in the future."

"It must be used." The young man said slowly. "Maybe it will be used soon."