Chapter 210 (2/2)
Furthermore, the boy had the evidence in his hand. This time, he was in deep trouble!
Zhu Yongtao rolled his eyes and glanced at the furious Qiao Jiakai. He cursed in his heart. If he didn't want to borrow the Qiao family's influence in the mortal world to find what his sect needed, why would he cooperate with such a stupid thing?
Right now, he could only hope that the sect would find out about this as soon as possible, put pressure on the higher ups, and send people over.
… ….
”Bam!”
In a luxurious mansion in Beijing, a middle-aged woman in her forties fiercely smashed the phone on the table. Her already wrinkled face was filled with anger: ”d.a.m.n it, d.a.m.n it, you little b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Ji Shaolei, Ji Shaoyun, good, very good! ”Ji Clan, you owe me yet another debt. I will definitely pester you to the death!”
On the sofa opposite of her, a middle-aged man with a slightly pale face and glossy hair was smiling as he asked, ”Wife, why are you so angry again?”
”w.a.n.g Wencao, stop laughing in front of me. Your son was severely injured by someone and is now lying in the hospital. It's said that the other party is accusing him of murder!” The middle-aged woman's face was filled with anger, ”You still have the mood to joke around here?”
The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed and he hurriedly asked: ”What happened? Didn't Jia Kai go to Jiang Prefecture? How could it be … ”
After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something and said hesitantly, ”The person who beat him, could it be... A member of the Ji Clan? ”
”Other than their family, who else would dare to act this unbridled?” The middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with hatred as she gritted her teeth and said, ”That old b.a.s.t.a.r.d from the Ji family back then obviously had the ability to save my father, but he refused to save him even when he was about to die. This caused my father to be crushed to death with hatred, and also caused our Qiao family to decline.
Looking at the middle-aged woman's agitated and angry expression, w.a.n.g Wencai shook his head slightly, ”Xiao Rong, now is not the time to talk about this. Let's hurry to Jiang Prefecture and see how our son is doing. ”After all, the Jiang Prefecture is not our territory. If we don't hurry there now, what if something happens …”
This middle-aged woman was none other than Qiao Jiakai's mother, Qiao Rong. As for w.a.n.g Wencai, he was the son-in-law of the Qiao family, and also the father of Qiao Jiakai.
Qiao Rong's expression immediately changed when she heard this. She quickly nodded and said, ”Right, right, I'll send someone to book a plane ticket right away. We're going to Jiang Prefecture right now. I don't believe that the people from the Ji family will kill me if they have the guts!”
Looking at his wife's shrewish look, w.a.n.g Wencai couldn't help but slightly frown, but he didn't say anything. The current him did not have much status in the Qiao family. Most of the time, he was even like a servant. If he talked and comforted now, he would most likely attract a bunch of curses.
Just think about it, even his son had a mother's surname. Just how high would w.a.n.g Wencao's status be in the Qiao Family?
w.a.n.g Wentao knew that back then, Ji Zhenhua would rather find a random woman than have Qiao Rong. This incident was too much of a blow to Qiao Rong, who wholeheartedly wanted to borrow the Ji Clan's power to revive the Qiao Clan. It was no wonder that she always bore a grudge in her heart.
However, as a man, thinking about how her woman always hated another man, and because of the relations.h.i.+p between man and woman, even though Qiao Rong didn't really care about Ji Zhenhua and just harbored hatred for him without using him, w.a.n.g Wencai still felt uncomfortable.
However, w.a.n.g Wencao was very clear that if he wanted to maintain his current status, he couldn't have conflict with Qiao Rong over this matter. Therefore, he chose to endure.
”No matter who hit my son, I will make him pay with his life!” Qiao Rong gritted her teeth as she spoke.
… ….
At the same time in Beijing, in a quiet, ancient courtyard, an old man with a head full of white hair was sitting under a tree. Around the courtyard, there were armed policemen standing guard at intervals, indicating that the ident.i.ty of the person living in the courtyard was not ordinary.
It was now October. The weather had gradually turned cold. The old man sat on the deck chair, wearing a long sleeved sweater. The old man was old and could not withstand the cold.
Accompanied by escorts and paramedics, the old man was currently squinting his eyes as he listened to a middle-aged man beside him speak in a low voice.
This middle-aged man had a dignified expression on his face. He didn't get angry, but his aura of a superior naturally spread out. However, in front of this old man, he seemed to be very careful and hesitant.
”So you're saying, Xiao Feng beat up the little monkey of the Qiao family? And even beat up the four people who went with him? ” After a long while, the old man finally opened his mouth. His voice sounded weak, but the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel anxious.