Chapter 390 (1/2)

The fifth day Li Qing was arrested.

The whole port has been in a state of panic. Although the guy who caused the vortex is still locked in the abandoned two-story building and slowly exhausts his efforts, the storm caused by him has already spread thousands of miles away.

A former Li family, who has not appeared for nearly a decade and almost everyone believes that they have died, was able to cause such trouble in Lingang. People really have to marvel at Li Qing's influence.

Some people are fidgeting, others are running and planning. It seems that everyone is not idle. More and more people have felt that no one can be alone in this storm. Even the four families that have stood near Hong Kong for a hundred years are likely to face the fate of reshuffle.

Li Qing's arrest seems to have become the fuse of this storm, and it is enough to be recorded in the history of hundreds of years of vicissitudes and changes in Lingang.

In the north and northwest of Hong Kong, a helicopter stopped slowly at the small self use airport of Kuangda logistics group.

Just after the cabin door opened, two people came down from the front and back of the plane.

The man in the front was in his thirties with a handsome face and extraordinary bearing. He wore a rather cool black leather pants with short white sleeves. The gold watch on his wrist was shining. On his neck under sunglasses, he also took a chain made of rare agate.

In contrast, behind him was a middle-aged man in his early 40s, with a face full of vicissitudes, a simple and honest look and a little messy hair. The clothes are loose and ordinary. Although they are neat, they are rustic. It's more like a countryman who wants to dress up and go to the wedding of relatives in the city.

Wen Yang stood under the awning. When he saw the two people, a comfortable smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, then reached out to pull on his hood and ran in the direction of the two.

”Lieutenant, Deng Shi!”

”Tut.” hearing the cry, the man with sunglasses raised his head slightly, glanced at Wen Yang running all the way, tut gently, and looked back at the middle-aged man, ”second brother, how old is this little doll?”

The middle-aged man behind him was dull and had no expression. The sunglasses man felt boring. He had to look up at the sky and turn his eyes secretly.

While talking, Wen Yang had run over. The sunglasses man stretched out his hand and pulled him over. He pressed his head and rubbed it: ”yes, although he is still so short, the little boy is a whole head taller than he was.”