Hidden Assassin

Old Yang, you can't do this...

You didn't even come to the boss's funeral, so you have to explain...

I can't help you with this kind of thing...

On one side of the hall, four or five bosses gathered together to talk. On the surface, they were naturally condemning Yang Zhenxing, but in their tone, there was no trace of anger at all. Obviously, when the situation was not clear, no one would I don't want to formally tear myself apart with him. Zhenxing was smiling with a cigarette in his mouth. Compared to the more or less worried looks of the people opposite him, he who will be fifty years old next year looked a bit high-spirited and spread his hands.

I can't help it. Of course I know about it, and I want to come here quickly, but everyone knows that my father died in Shanxi. It takes so many days to go back and forth for the funeral. I am also very loyal and filial. Hard to know...

No, I heard that your father died of lung cancer the year before last, and you even held a funeral...

He has been rescued, it's a rumor, it's definitely a rumor.

Why didn't uncle say hello to us when he passed away?

Didn't I hear that the boss passed away? I'm telling you at this time. You must be embarrassed again, so if you want to make it difficult, let me do it alone. I rushed back yesterday afternoon and immediately went to the boss's cemetery to pay homage. pass……

He was full of nonsense, pushing two-five-six, and several people looked at each other, feeling a little helpless. At this moment, everyone may not have the strength to investigate the matter of drug trafficking with Liu Shijie before him. After Liu Zheng died, the Shazhu Gang The hearts of the people are scattered, and the shadow of the Xinning Gang is approaching. Turning against Yang Zhenxing will obviously only benefit other forces, and chatted a few words in a hurry. Xiaomeng and another person in charge of the branch came out from the inner room. When they saw Yang Zhenxing, their eyes turned cold, but a faint smile appeared on their faces: Finally dare to come here, aren't you afraid of being hacked to death?

What are you talking about! Hearing Xiaomeng's unceremonious words. A younger brother behind Yang Zhenxing suddenly stood up. It seemed that he was used to being a brave and ruthless person. Xiao Meng's face changed: What are you? Are you qualified to talk to me like this? Seeing that he was about to make a move, Yang Zhenxing quickly pushed the man back.

What are you doing, you took the wrong medicine! How dare you do this in front of Brother Meng! A reprimand, then turned around with a smile, I'm sorry, newcomer, I don't understand any rules, my fault. My fault...

Your fault? Xiao Meng smiled, Boss is dead, and you haven't even shown your face these days, so what do you say? Boss' death is related to you, so what do you say?

Misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding. Yang Zhenxing's face was calm, Xiao Meng, these things can be explained clearly. The matter of the boss is already like this, what else do you want? Don't we all have a meeting later? I'll make it clear...

The several churches of the Shazhu Gang have their own duties, and their natures are relatively different. Yang Zhenxing has the most sites and brothers, but most of them are engaged in the most profitable business. Xiaomeng is young and vigorous. The assistant's temper is also the sharpest, and he often handles many things like killing and beheading. It is also because of this that those who have uncertain positions can be perfunctory at will. For Xiao Meng, he still had a lot of fear in his heart. The active preparations these days were also to prevent those people who were really loyal to Liu Zheng from going crazy.

Hmph, can you explain clearly? Xiaomeng pointed at him twice, and said without a word, I'll see what you say later!

Yang Zhenxing nodded, and then seemed to think of something: By the way, why hasn't the eldest lady come here yet. It's almost eight o'clock.

It should be here soon.

Not necessarily. Yang Zhenxing shook his head, The traffic in Jianghai is not good recently, will something happen, who will call to ask?

How is it possible... The boss's words stopped abruptly at this point, and Xiao Meng frowned beside him. Looking at Yang Zhenxing's expression. Then he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and watched his reaction. Yang Zhenxing laughed, but before the phone was dialed, a younger brother had already run over: Miss is here.

This time it was Yang Zhenxing's turn to change his face slightly, and he gestured behind him calmly. One of his subordinates walked to the side and dialed the phone. After a while, the ringtone rang in the crowd.

Shasha was coming in from the door at this time, and a few relatives who were still familiar with her were talking beside her. Jiaming walked aside with two packs of instant noodles, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at it for a long time, and then turned on the call button :Hello!

Who? Talk! Tell me who you are! Hey---- He shouted so loudly that almost everyone in the hall could hear him, but the other party didn't seem to answer, but just hung up on him He held the mobile phone and looked at it for a long time, and the young man murmured: Did you make a mistake? When he dialed the number with his finger and put it to his ear, the phone rang from the subordinate behind Yang Zhenxing. Ming gazed through the crowd and looked at this side with a smile. The eyes of Xiaomeng and others focused on this place at the same time.

Jia Ming looked over here, and Yang Zhenxing's subordinate also looked over indifferently, the bell kept ringing on him, and in this somewhat weird atmosphere, Jia Ming held the phone, and Rusha gradually walked over .

I saw Yang Zhenxing here from the moment I entered the door, and Rusha's eyes trembled almost immediately. Perhaps it was because Jia Ming held her hand that this resentful girl didn't erupt immediately. Walking to the front of the man and standing still, Jia Ming still kept the posture of putting the phone to his ear: Hello...

I don't know if there is an answer there, but Jia Ming's eyes are always locked on the person whose cell phone is always ringing in front of him, and after a while, he increased his voice: Hello!

Did you call me? He yelled at the man in front.

say something!

is not it!

You are dumb! Why do you carry a mobile phone with you, dumb! You have a brain disease!

After yelling at the person in front of him sentence by sentence, Jia Ming shrugged and hung up the phone: If you don't, just tell me, the phone I picked up, if you don't tell me, how would I know if it belongs to your friend... After finishing speaking , casually threw the mobile phone into the goldfish bowl next to him, glanced at Yang Zhenxing, squeezed his forehead helplessly, and then walked to Xiaomeng to the side. During this period, Rusha's gaze was fixed on Yang Zhenxing face.

Brother Meng, do me a favor, I have some ID cards here. He took out a stack of plastic things from his arms, I picked them up in the public toilet today, in order to hand them back to them, help check the size of their family, what? Yu Xingcheng, Fei Jie, heh...

Xiao Meng glanced at Yang Zhenxing and took the things: How did you make such a coincidence?

It's such a coincidence, what can I do, I can find an ID card in a public toilet, and I even picked up a mobile phone, you have seen it all, so it wouldn't be someone who ran over to give it to me, right , please ask someone to bring the bowls and chopsticks and get some boiling water, Shasha and I haven’t had breakfast yet, and the lawyer won’t be here for a while...

Under Yang Zhenxing's gloomy gaze, Jia Ming pulled Shasha to sit down on the sofa next to him. Mingjiu unpacked the package as if no one was there, and started to soak the noodles with hot water. After a few minutes, he handed a bowl to Shasha, and then, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, he ate the noodles in big mouthfuls.

With the dozen or so younger brothers, Yang Zhenxing sat down on the sofa opposite, with a smile on his face: Long time no see, Jiaming, and niece Shasha.

Well, it's been a long time, Uncle Yang, you are still so energetic. Jia Ming greeted with a smile, and the rustle beside him buried his head in eating noodles with a cold expression.

Hehe, I heard that you, Jiaming, have become powerful. A few nights ago, you beat up Xiao Xue from the Xinning Gang? Is there such a thing? Oh, I wasn't there at the time, otherwise I'd have to see it.

There is a chance. Jia Ming smiled, It was because I couldn't bear it that day, you know, Xue Cheng is so annoying, a big man always looks like a chatterer, and anyone who sees him wants to shoot him He. Of course, if you had come earlier, Uncle Yang, you should have seen it sooner. I am actually a pacifist, and I always dislike fighting...

I knew Jia Ming that you were practicing martial arts, but I still didn't expect you to be so good at fighting. Yang Zhenxing looked quite emotional, But it's best not to fight, everyone who is out now knows that , being brave and ruthless is outdated. You can solve some problems, but often it will only bring out more problems. What's more, fighting is always overwhelming. With Xiaomeng and the others watching, you can fight Xue Cheng, but……

He smiled and spread his hands: It's just an analogy, can you still hit me?

This is a pure temptation and a provocation. He is two or three meters away from Jiaming at the moment, and there are more than a dozen murderous subordinates on both sides behind him. Of course he dares to make such a joke. On the opposite side, Jia Ming's eyes widened, and he sucked the noodles into his mouth in one gulp. While chewing vigorously, he reached out to wipe the noodle soup from the corner of his mouth, and his smile became extraordinarily bright.

After putting down the bowl, he reached out to the ashtray on the coffee table.

Yang Zhenxing's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the bodies of the dozen or so people behind him tensed up instantly.

The next moment, there was an ah sound in the room, and someone's body hit the ground, and then there was an extremely chaotic voice, and Jiaming's innocent tone echoed in the chaotic crowd: It's none of my business! Ah, you all heard, he told me to beat him... .