Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

After leaving the Antique Street, Xie Bowen frowned as if he had sensed something. He quietly leaned into Meng Zezhi's ear and whispered, "Dad, someone is following us."

"Huh?" At this moment, Meng Zezhi was thinking about that seal. Hearing this, he said casually, "Is it paparazzi or your fan?"

"Probably not." Xie Bowen narrowed his short-sighted eyes of [-] degrees, and said hesitantly.

Meng Zezhi followed his gaze, and on the glass window of the shop opposite, he could clearly see seven or eight men behind them walking towards them aggressively.

Xie Bowen felt a little apprehensive: "Dad, why don't we hail a taxi and go."

"Don't tell me, running away is not your father's style. Besides, I also want to know what kind of enmity there is between this group of people and our father and son." Meng Zezhi waved the folding fan in his right hand and patted it on the palm of his left hand: "Go, Find a place with fewer people and meet them."

"Brother, they're going through the underground passage." The tall, thin man said flatteringly.

"You still need to say that I am blind, go, follow." The middle-aged man with a beer belly said harshly.

When they reached the place, Meng Zezhi and the two stopped and looked back at the entrance of the passage.

When the middle-aged man with a beer belly approached and saw his face clearly, Xie Bowen's complexion changed: "Hou Wanhua?"

Hou Wanhua stretched out his hands and rolled up his sleeves, narrowed his eyes into a slit, stared at Xie Bowen, and said sullenly: "Xie Bowen, you are living a comfortable life these days, but I am miserable, I am in the hospital Laid down for more than two months."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Meng Zezhi remembered.

Some time ago, Xie Bowen broke the leg of a drunk investor who wanted to take advantage of him at a celebration party for a movie starring him.

This investor is not exactly Hou Wanhua in front of him.

Hou Wanhua didn't have much talent, but he couldn't bear the fact that he had a good background, and both black and white had something to do with it.In order to help Xie Bowen suppress this matter, Duan Congyan paid a high price, and the cash he gave away was no less than 500 million.

Because of this incident, Xie Bowen also had to leave the United States to temporarily avoid the limelight.

On the third day when he didn't want to go back to China, he bumped into Hou Wanhua again.

Seeing the aggressive look of the other party, it's clear that he doesn't want to let it go.

The reason why Xie Bowen dared to attack Hou Wanhua back then was because he was angry, and because he didn't know Hou Wanhua's identity.

Now that he knew it, he couldn't be tough anymore.

In the final analysis, it is because there is no confidence.

Xie Bowen took a step back reflexively, his heart tightened, and he pretended to be calm: "You have already accepted the money and property from my Uncle Duan, isn't this already over?"

"Already?" Hou Wanhua smiled, "Just kidding! You're just wishful thinking, I don't agree."

Xie Bowen was really annoyed by Hou Wanhua's shamelessness, but he didn't even have the courage to resist.

He gritted his teeth and said in a hateful voice, "What exactly do you want?"

"You asked me what I want?" Hou Wanhua sneered, "I'll give you two choices, or let me break your legs honestly."

As he spoke, a lustful look flashed in his eyes: "Or, stay with me for two months."

"What are you looking at, go to the side..." The tall and thin man glared, and drove away the passers-by.

Xie Bowen opened his eyes angrily and gritted his teeth: "Don't even think about—"

"I advise you not to make a decision lightly." Hou Wanhua threatened: "Duan Congyan can protect you for a while, but he can't protect you forever. If he really annoys me, I have hundreds of ways to make him unable to bear it. Let's go."

"You—" Xie Bowen's eyes turned red instantly.

The more desperate Xie Bowen was, the more proud Hou Wanhua was: "It would be great if you obediently obeyed my wishes from the very beginning, so that so many bad things wouldn't happen."

As he spoke, he took two steps forward and reached out to touch Xie Bowen's face.

The next moment, a folding fan blocked his hand.

"Okay, okay," Meng Zezhi smiled angrily: "It is said that the most humble people are invincible, and today I have gained some insight."

"Who are you?" Hou Wanhua noticed that there were other people present.

Meng Zezhi sneered and said, "The one who cleans you up."

After finishing speaking, he kicked Hou Wanhua hard on the stomach.

"puff."

Kicked by being caught off guard, Hou Wanhua's facial features twisted into a ball, and he spurted out a mouthful of acidic water, grinning his teeth: "Fuck——"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to grab his hair, Hou Wanhua felt the pain, walked forward with his hand, and then slammed into the wall hard.

With a bang, Hou Wanhua rolled his eyes and passed out, leaving only a bloodstain on the wall.

Seeing this scene, the tall and thin man wanted to burst into tears, and shouted: "Brother."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head to look at Meng Zezhi, and said sharply, "What are you still doing, come on—"

Only then did the people around him react, and immediately surrounded Meng Zezhi and the other two.

Then Meng Zezhi kicked him out one by one.

Perhaps it was the residual consciousness of the previous body that was at work. Meng Zezhi had ruthlessly dealt with his son being humiliated in this way. After a while, apart from him and Xie Bowen, only the tall and thin ones remained intact on the court.

Hearing the wailing of the companions beside him, the tall and thin swallowed, with a frightened expression on his face, his mouth trembling: "You, wait for me—"

As he spoke, he helped the unconscious Hou Wanhua with difficulty, and stumbled away.

Only then did Xie Bowen come to his senses. After being overjoyed and overjoyed, he looked worried: "Dad, we have a big problem, and the Hou family and the Liu family will not let us go." Maybe it will bring Uncle Duan down.

The Hou family is in politics, and the Liu family is in business. Both of them are well-known in the capital. Hou Wanhua is the only younger brother of the current head of the Hou family, and his mother is the most favored daughter of the Liu family. Detached existence.

Otherwise, how dare he be so rampant!

"It doesn't matter who won't let it go!" Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his left hand, and shook it slightly, only to see a small strand of hair between his index finger and middle finger.

If he hadn't picked his hole cards, he would have dared to attack Hou Wanhua in broad daylight.

Now that everyone is fighting, let's just play something powerful.

"Let's go to the paper shop."

When he got home, Xie Bowen had a box of white candles in his arms.

When Han Daqin arrived, what he saw was the scene of Xie's father and son pinching the villain with melted candles.

"You came at the right time, come and help." Meng Zezhi ordered without any politeness.

"Hey." Han Daqin agreed, found a chair next to Meng Zezhi and the two, and asked, "Uncle Xie, what should I do?"

"It's simple," Meng Zezhi pointed out to him, "Just squeeze the melted candles into a villain. Just remember to add this to the villain's head."

He was talking about the neatly arranged strands of hair tied with red strings on the table.

These hairs vary in length, the shortest being less than half a centimeter.

Han Daqin asked while doing it: "Uncle Xie, what's the use of doing this?"

Without raising his head, Meng Zezhi said flatly, "Get rid of that daring guy."

"Who?" Han Daqin asked subconsciously.

Meng Zezhi didn't answer any more. He grabbed a villain, took out a needle from the talisman water, held it with tweezers, put it on the candle and burned it for a while, then stuck it into the villain's stomach and pulled it out again. , leaving only a black pinhole.

Then put the tied little people in the sink.

Among these villains, in terms of blood relationship, one with a whole hair buried in his head represents Hou Wanhua himself, six half-haired ones represent his parents, brothers and heirs, twelve one-third hairs represent His uncle and nephew...

The specific figures were specially calculated by Meng Zezhi, covering more than half of the relatives of Hou Wanhua's father's and mother's five families.

No one is perfect, especially those in business and politics. Except for a small number of honest people who stick to the bottom line, they have more or less committed crimes. The reason why they have been able to get along safely until now is either to cover it up. Either someone is covering it.

No matter which one it is, what Meng Zezhi has to do is to pierce a hole in their protective cover.

Seeing that Meng Zezhi didn't answer him, Han Daqin looked at Xie Bowen as if asking for advice.

Xie Bowen was half hopeful and half apprehensive, and said doubtfully, "Hou Wanhua."

"Hou Wanhua?" Han Daqin stared slightly.

The author has something to say:

Xie Bowen: Wait, isn't this the role of the heroine in a TV series?

Duan Congyan: Heh!