Chapter 175 Tie that little girl up for me (Ch 175)

While Zhao Qiankun was thinking, he found that the young man seemed to be hesitant to speak.

He frowned and asked:

“What else are you hiding?”

A loud shout frightened the young man so much that his body went limp and he fell to his knees on the ground.

“Master, no more, no more. I have told you everything. It’s just… it’s that Guo Yong. His words were a bit harsh. I don’t know whether I should tell you or not.”

“Speak!” Zhao Qiankun said impatiently.

The young man trembled all over and said quickly:

“Guo Yong said… that the master is only at the third level. He lost such a big person at the banquet today. Now the underground forces in Subei City are waiting to see the master’s joke.”

“They also said that they were planning to find someone to kill the master and take over the Zhao family’s underground forces in Subei.”

After the young man finished speaking, he lowered his head even lower and his body trembled.

After hearing this, Zhao Qiankun’s face instantly turned gloomy.

A surge of anger rose from the bottom of my heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

“Good! Very good! How dare a deputy leader of the Blood River Gang be so arrogant!”

He gritted his teeth, his voice as cold as ice in the winter.

“It seems that I, Zhao Qiankun, haven’t taken action for too long, so any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to challenge me!”

“Crack!”

The crisp cracking sound was particularly harsh in the living room.

The teacup in Zhao Qiankun’s hand was crushed into powder by him.

The scalding hot tea dripped through his fingers, scalding the back of his hand, but he was completely unaware.

“court death!”

He roared, his chest heaving violently.

A strong murderous intent instantly filled the entire room.

Zhao Qiankun wished he could give the order immediately to cut the members of the Blood River Gang into pieces.

The fact that Guo Yonggan said such things meant that he really wanted to kill me.

His Zhao family is in a business that is risky.

Different from those formal industries that have official protection.

Once people like them die, the power under their command will really be divided up by others.

Just as Guo Yong said, the underground forces in Subei City were all waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Wait for him to fall, then take his place.

Can he tolerate this?

Absolutely not!

Zhao Qiankun had been active in Subei for many years. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

……

But the anger surged to his throat and he swallowed it back.

no!

The most important thing now is to kill Mo Yingchen.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

We can deal with the Blood River Gang at any time.

But Mo Yingchen must die immediately.

It can avenge his dead son.

It can also help Li Chengtian vent his anger and please this young master.

As long as Li Chengtian is happy, he will be his backer.

Do you still need to care about the gains and losses of one or two places?

By then, the entire Subei underground forces will be in his pocket.

Who dares to stop me from unifying the Subei underground?

Who dares?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sinister light flashing in them.

At that moment, I forced myself to suppress the anger in my heart.

He waved to the young man kneeling on the ground.

“I understand. You go down first.”

His voice had a barely perceptible hoarseness.

“Go get some money from the third brother and settle the injured brother.”

“When I am free, I will take you back for revenge!”

When the young man heard this, a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes.

He kowtowed immediately to express his gratitude.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir!”

After saying that, he limped away, covering his still bleeding wound.

Zhao Qiankun looked at the young man’s departing back, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Blood River Gang, just wait for me!

After I deal with Mo Yingchen, it will be your turn next!

He slowly stood up and walked to the window.

Looking at the brightly lit Subei City outside the window, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

……

“Someone come!”

Following Zhao Qiankun’s low shout, a burly, middle-aged man with a fierce face walked in.

“Brother, what’s up?”

The middle-aged man’s voice was rough and full of obvious respect.

Yan Mang is Zhao Qiankun’s brother who has been through thick and thin with him, and also his most trusted thug.

Zhao Qiankun looked up at the brother in front of him who had worked with him for many years, with a hint of trust in his eyes.

“Second brother, I’m going to kill Mo Yingchen who killed Xiao Hao.”

His voice was low and trembling slightly.

“I have contacted the killer on the dark web, and I believe he will come to Subei City in a few days.”

“But,” Zhao Qiankun paused and clenched his fists slightly, “When I think about Mo Yingchen still being alive and well, my heart bleeds and I feel so sorry for Xiao Hao.”

There was a flash of pain in his eyes, the heart-wrenching pain of losing his son.

“Go,” Zhao Qiankun’s eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness, “Find out who is around this Mo Yingchen.”

“Now that we can’t touch Mo Yingchen, can we touch the people around him?”

He sneered, a hint of cruelty in his tone.

“That day at the banquet, he brought a little girl with him. Check her out for me. If you have the chance, kidnap her for me.”

“I must let this kid Mo Yingchen know that there will be no good consequences if he offends me, Zhao Qiankun!”

Yan Mang’s eyes gleamed, he bent down and bowed, his voice deep and powerful, “I understand.”

After saying that, he turned and left without any unnecessary nonsense.

Zhao Qiankun looked at Yan Mang’s departing back, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He leaned back in his chair and continued to ponder.

Suddenly, he laughed, and his laughter was cold and chilling.

“The little girl next to Mo Yingchen looks only about seven or eight years old.”

“I’ve never tasted one this small.”

He licked his lips, a lustful gleam in his eyes.

“It’s really tied up, hehehe!”

Zhao Qiankun’s laughter grew louder and more unbridled, filled with perverted desires.

……

Three days later.

In Mo Yingchen’s garden, the sunlight shines through the leaves, casting mottled shadows.

Yin Nianshang had a pair of obvious dark circles under his eyes, carried a cartoon schoolbag on his back, and a small pink water bottle slung across his chest. He was looking helplessly at the little figure playing in the garden.

“Ms. Mo, it’s time to go to school.”

There was a hint of fatigue in her voice. She had hardly slept in the past two days in order to take care of this little ancestor.

Xiao Cong, also known as Mo Lingxuan, was squatting beside the flowers, teasing a flying butterfly.

Hearing Yin Nianshang’s words, he sighed, his little face full of reluctance.

“Aunt Yin, didn’t you go to school yesterday? Why do you have to go again today?”

Yin Nianshang was stunned.

After spending a few days together, she had already noticed something unusual about Mo Lingxuan.

First of all, I don’t like to sleep.

Coaxing her to sleep was a nightmare. She seemed to have endless energy and made Yin Nianshang miserable.

I won’t talk about this anymore, it will only make me cry.

Just look at the pair of panda eyes that Yin Nianshang is staring at now, and you will know how much torture she has suffered in the past few days.

Secondly, they are ignorant of worldly affairs.

It stands to reason that children of this age, no matter how ignorant they are, should know some common sense.

But this little girl always asked questions that made her laugh and cry.

What do you mean I went to school yesterday, why do I have to go again today?

“You have to go to school every day, but you can have a rest on Saturdays and Sundays.”

Yin Nianshang explained patiently.

“Today is Friday, of course I have to go.”

She paused and added.

“This is the task assigned to you by Mr. Mo.”