Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 981 981: Handling the Matter at Hand

Happened to run into his mother's words!

Momentarily startled, Zhaohong tightly gripped the barrel, determined to maintain his dignity in front of his subordinates, plastering a shameless expression on his face: "Long time no see. You've been hiding here."

"Loss?"

With a chuckle, Ye Sheng averted his gaze, only meeting your eyes.

He immediately shivered, a slight cold sweat on his forehead, as Xiao Hongfang spoke up, quickly handling the matter at hand.

No sooner had the voice fallen, then a sound quickly arose. The guards in black behind moved swiftly, leaving an ominous dining room and uneasy atmosphere with Xiao Hong Gang in this coal gas.

Enter! Come out.

To avoid deliberate suspicion, Zhaohong lightly turned and pointed at the nose, cursing: "Didn't it snow? I asked you to come to our company as a model, did you eat a leopard? If you want to do it, then get lost! Don't bother me!"

Responding repeatedly, he bowed ninety degrees toward Shui Hongfang, speaking sincerely: "Brother, I can't see Taishan causing trouble. Please forgive me."

Bramble has appeared, his focus is on Dou Ying's work, solving his matters early is the wise course to gain brother's forgiveness and withdraw. Otherwise, delaying further, fearing that things will become burdensome, by then it'll be too late!

Compared to them, there hasn't been a dull detective. To this sincerity, nothing can be said. She hurried to approach Li Fengcheng, whispering quietly: "Ye, sorry for the trouble."

Li Fengcheng waved a hand: "This issue has nothing to do with you. They aren't coming for you. Speaking

he stepped aside as he came down from the horse. He said: "You've already said, Dou Ying is your person, so you must manage. The knife is here. Tonight I say, one leg; yours, his, or yours to decide."

He yawned, adding: "Not much time left, if you don't act soon, none of your legs can be guaranteed."

Face pale as paper, Xiao Hongfang looked at Ye Feng with his mouth open for a long time: "Are you really going to play this big?"

"Big?"

Ye Feng did not handle it. "If I wasn't confident in my ability, I'd have already lost my leg under you, because I stand in a perfect place. Because I have the ability to protect my leg. Similarly, if you have the ability, if you can preserve my leg, you can't save me, then I'll take two legs, hurry."

"Isn't it fair business?"

The atmosphere is somewhat stiff; Xiao Hong Gang remains silent for a long time.

He couldn't imagine things developing to this point, least of all, Dou Ying unexpectedly lost a leg! This was fundamentally going to kill him! A road to his own death! Sure enough, the road is blocked!

The two Ying completely refused, gasping for breath; a forty-year-old, middle-aged moment of failure at school, waiting for the teacher's punishment like a child.

"Slap!"

A warm slap emerged.

Upon hearing a quiet breathing sound, Zhaohong turned to Dou Rong beside him.

The embarrassment can measure how much strength recovers the small swaying Xiao Hongfang.

"I brought you to play, but your mother did this kind of thing? Provoked a bramble big sister, even dared to provoke teacher Ye! Dare to bridge with him?"

Saying this, he handed the knife on the table to Dou Ying: "You do it."

"No, no, Little Cow can't."

Dou Ying retreated, took two steps backward, hurriedly shouted: "I don't want to cut his leg, they are Meng Zimo's borrowed people."

At these words, he thought of something, suddenly his eyes reddened, glaring at Meng Zimo's esophagus: "Bastard, you deceived me! You son of a bitch! Dare cheat me! You. You this guy is calculating!"

Chen Meng Zimo, bewildered.

This person wasn't supposed to be borrowed by me. I also didn't know you, Dou Ying, didn't insist consultively, forcing me with your reluctant look. I instructed them to say something, then caused trouble yourself, and you're pushing my responsibility? This isn't right.

The cool, crisp wind swept through the hot summer day, seeking this group, although a comfortable time, somewhat pleasant.

The chill inside the room raised its head, gazing at the blue sky's white clouds outside, confirming the time, directed toward the back yard, slowly closing eyes.

A scent of guiding Ling pervades her gently, roving within her work technique. That delicate face manifested an unusually joyful expression.

9:00 AM, Jianghua City's Hollow District, countless branded vehicles, especially the extended center surrounded by literature, more prominently located.

Inside the car, a middle-aged man sat quietly, a face washed by time showing no expression, beside him a finely-dressed aunt tightly clutching her hemline, though exquisitely made up, still sobbing discreetly, naturally dignified.

From outside the car, dozens of people in management cleaning attire peering in, numbered roles assertively holding, ordinary folks deem rightful in their presence.

"Why hasn't she arrived?"

Anxious inside, the aunt couldn't help waiting. "This person has no connection, we've waited a long time, even missed the appointed time, no wonder the disciples taught are so useless." Speaking

"It's you. The senior said disciples taught are outstanding. The outcome? Not only his son was killed, that disciple also didn't return alive, what use is such a person?"

With an expressionless face, the middle-aged male looked at his tear-eyed wife, sighed deeply, full of emotion.

He is the father of Changmen, known as Changzheng. Knowing Li Fengcheng's talent, Haopeng and Qianfang Baijie found connections, appointing Shi Nan as Changmen's bodyguard.

Initially he thought to wait a while. When Shi Nan surrounds Changmen, matters calm down; business affairs will finish; he personally visits and apologizes to Li Fengcheng, showing face, revenge won't ensue.

How accustomed his son is at reckless actions? Shi Nan not only isn't Li Fengcheng's match but these two Ye Fengsheng at present flaunting their steps leading to his son's life loss causing today's grief.

It's not fake, therefore exchanging huge sums through connections, seeking all methods to contact Shi Nan's master, Wei Da, request poetic revenge.

"Uncle, Master has arrived."

Rushed sounds transmitted from outside the window, as Zhang Azheng shaking the car window, a noisy rotor sound ensued.

A cousin extended a finger pointing upwards at the helicopter. "Uncle, Yuanda's master is already above. Came by helicopter."

Helicopter

Changzheng inside the car frowned. Matters are urgent, by rule Yuanwei should've descended by now, so much time hovered above, what's intended?

Hippo, huh... flaunting in front of me by collecting money?

"Ah!"

Cousin's loud shout outside startled the couple, both frowning at it, as nephew's call already resounded: "Uncle, Yuanda Company jumped off the helicopter."

"What!"

Both hurriedly opened the car door, as reflected beams overhead, descending helicopter, blue sky echoed across. Simultaneous small black spot within view expanded larger.

That's a person.

Not fifty meters away?! This person is mad. Dare to dive!

Emotions wavered; Zhang Azheng felt anxious over the helicopter jump's rationale. That person's death was no concern. Injured within self. Waiting this lengthy, inviting through costs, then just watching him die, what's this?

"Boom boom!"

Unable to further contemplate, the accelerating black speck transformed to a gleam, heavily hitting below on an insignificant branded car rooftop.

An instance shattering glass.