A dignified master of the Taoist sect, the peak of his cultivation as a grand master, was actually strangled to death without any trace of resistance.
Could it be that the one who could do this was the legendary King of Martial Arts?
But, when did Qingzhou have such a cruel and ruthless King of Martial Arts?
Thinking about it, Qian Shenyan picked up the phone next to him, held it in his hand, and squeezed it slowly. It seemed necessary to report this matter to the superiors!
Qian Shenyan looked solemn as she held her cell phone and prepared to make a call, when the phone rang. It was Zheng Wenlong.
Qian Shenyan was startled and hurriedly answered the phone.
"Senior Shenyan, the matter has been cleared up..."
The phone was connected, and Zheng Wenlong's deep voice came from inside.
"whats the matter……"
Just as Qian Shenyan spoke, his eyes widened suddenly with a look of shock on his face.
Just now Zheng Wenlong was called away by Ning Chen to deal with the aftermath. Could it be that Ning Chen took action?
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The method is so overbearing!
Zheng Wenlong immediately answered Qian Shenyan's confusion.
"Among the corpses that Mr. Ning asked me to dispose of, there are two companions of Sun Siyuan on this trip!"
Zheng Wenlong spoke in a deep voice. He did not want to tell the whole story, but Li Zhenjiang had already seen it. I am afraid that this matter cannot be suppressed in Qingzhou. The most important thing now is Qian Shenyan's attitude.
"Okay, I understand..."
Qian Shenyan looked solemn and nodded slightly.
"Senior Be careful..."
"Okay, I'm measured!"
Qian Shenyan directly interrupted Zheng Wenlong and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ning is such a young King of Martial Arts. I think the senior officials will also consider this matter carefully!"
Qian Shenyan hung up the phone immediately after speaking.
Zheng Wenlong listened to the busy signal on the phone, his face full of bitterness.
Ning Chen doesn't like trouble and likes to keep a low profile, but I'm afraid he won't be able to keep a low profile this time.
After much hesitation, Zheng Wenlong still called Ning Chen.
However, this time, there was still only a busy tone on the phone. Ning Chen had silenced the phone and concentrated on helping Old Man Wen treat his injuries.
About two hours later, it became completely dark.
The lights of thousands of homes in Qingzhou were lit up, and Wen Qinglan drove a truckload of jade and jade to the Rose Garden Villa.
"Mr. Ning!"
Wen Qinglan came in anxiously: "Grandpa, he..."
Ning Chen raised his hand, and Wen Qinglan hurriedly shut up.
"Don't worry, you won't die as long as I'm here."
Ning Chen pointed to the prescription on the coffee table as he spoke: "After taking this prescription, Old Man Wen can be full of energy and energy again within one course of treatment."
"Yes, thank you Mr. Ning!"
Wen Qinglan nodded hurriedly, her face full of joy and gratitude.
Ning Chen curled his lips and thought for a moment: "Besides, as my servant, your strength is really weak..."
Wen Qinglan looked embarrassed.
"I just sent a set of boxing techniques to your mobile phone. When old man Wen can get out of bed, let him practice according to the boxing techniques. Maybe there will be a chance to break through to become a martial arts king in his lifetime..."
Wen Qinglan's face was filled with surprise and she nodded hurriedly, feeling extremely grateful.
King Wu is someone the world looks up to!
If grandpa can break through King Wu, not only will his strength be greatly improved, but the status of the Wen family will also increase, and it will also mean an increase in longevity!
The lifespan of an ordinary person is only about a hundred years, but King Wu can live up to three hundred years!
Wen Yue is now over seventy years old. If he can break through King Wu... When he thinks of this, Wen Qinglan is filled with excitement. A blessing in disguise, today is definitely a blessing in disguise for the Wen family!
Ning Chen looked at his phone and saw a few more missed calls.
He frowned, ignored Zheng Wenlong, and returned Zi Ji's call.
"Master, my parents have been worried about you, where are you now? I lied that you met a friend and went out. Now we have returned to the hotel, and my parents are still asking about your whereabouts. I can't stand it anymore... "
"Okay, I'm going home now. I'll bring them back with me later."
Ning Chen smacked his lips and said.
Zi Ji was obviously stunned on the phone. Could it be that the crisis in the Rose Garden has been resolved?
"OK!"
After agreeing, Zi Ji hung up the phone.
"Mr. Ning, for a moment..."
Wen Qinglan asked cautiously.
Only then did Ning Chen realize that Wen Qinglan was still there, and there was also an old man Wen who had just woken up and couldn't get out of bed lying in the room. Adhering to the principle of doing more things than doing less, Ning Chen hurriedly waved his hand: "Within twenty minutes, Wen Qinglan can't get out of bed." Take the old man back to the Wen family and disappear from the rose garden!"
Wen Qinglan looked solemn and hurriedly called the Wen family.
Within ten minutes, Wen Hua personally arrived with people. A BMW, a Cullinan, and a white SUV were parked at the door of Villa No. 1403 in the Rose Garden.
A group of medical staff in white coats and the Wen family's bodyguards in black suits hurried in and carried Old Wen out on a stretcher. Wen Hua frowned and stood at the door smoking, with no intention of entering.
It wasn't until he saw his pale-faced father being carried out that Wen Hua's expression changed. He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stepped forward to ask Wen Qinglan, "Qinglan! What's going on? Why did Dad get hurt like this? Who did it!"
"He is a Taoist priest..."
Wen Qinglan said: "But dad, don't worry, Mr. Ning has already taken action to stabilize grandpa's injury and also prescribed medicine for grandpa. It won't take long for grandpa to recover!"
"Hmph, this matter probably has something to do with that Ning Chen, right?"
Wen Hua's face darkened and he narrowed his eyes.
"Dad! What are you talking about! Mr. Ning is my and grandpa's savior!"
Wen Qinglan's expression changed and she hurriedly stopped him.
"hehe……"
Wen Hua's face darkened, and he said continuously: "Although I was healed by him, and I will keep this kindness in my heart, but I, the Wen family, are well behaved, why should I lower my status to curry favor with him? I really don’t know what kind of ecstasy soup that boy poured into you!”
After saying that, the group of people hurriedly got into the car.
Wen Hua was sitting in the back seat of the BMW with a gloomy expression on his face. He picked up his cell phone and called Wen Yue's personal bodyguard Hu Biao.
"What's going on? Why is my father injured like this? How do you do things?"
When the call was connected, Wen Hua said coldly: "And, where are you now?"
"Mr. Wen, this matter is not something I can solve..."
On the other end of the phone, Hu Biao's face was very ugly. He also ran away with the scurrying masters of transformation. In order to save his life, he didn't even dare to stay. Now he has left Qingzhou: "At that time, I contacted several martial arts seniors, and even There are several transformation masters sitting in the formation, but none of them are any match for the demonic path. Even if I stayed, it would only be one more corpse..."
"You don't need to explain."
Wen Hua interrupted Hu Biao's words in a cold voice and snorted: "You have been fired and have been blacklisted by my Wen family. From now on, you should change your career. The job of bodyguard is not suitable for you."
After Wen Hua finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly, feeling angry.
Thinking of Hu Biao's words before, Youyou lit a cigarette and made another phone call.
