"How is your relationship with that uncle Hong Bo?" Zhuang Lin looked at Tang Yuan and asked.

"My dad has a good relationship with his uncle. He has been an old friend for many years." Tang Yuan didn't understand what he meant when he asked this question, but he still answered him truthfully.

"That's it." After getting the answer he wanted, Zhuang Lin nodded and said nothing more.

"Although his uncle has a good relationship with my dad, you don't have to think about these things. Just deal with them whatever you want. Hong Bo made a principled mistake. After this incident, even his uncle couldn't save him." Tang Yuan realized something and spoke.

"Since it's Uncle Tang's friend, always leave some room for maneuver. Looking back, you'd better call again." Since Zhuang Lin had already learned about Hong Bo's uncle's relationship with Tang Yuan's father, he thought about it again and again, but gave up the idea of ​​killing Hong Bo.

Originally, Hong Bo was greedy or not, and had no relationship with him. Whether he had served as a protective umbrella for black forces or had no relationship with him. It was only because of Zhang Dabiao's actions this time that Hong Bo and him became entangled and finally collided.

This time he came here, the purpose was to deal with Zhang Dabiao, the real murderer behind the scenes. As for Hong Bo, a corrupt official who acted as a protective umbrella, to be honest, with his current ability, it would be difficult to deal with Hong Bo without using extraordinary means without using extraordinary means.

As the captain of the municipal police station and the nephew of Deputy Director Hong of the Provincial Department, Hong Bo is still a little capable in Quancheng. If he wants to use open conspiracy to destroy him, he can only borrow the relationship between the Tang Yuan family. To be precise, he borrowed the relationship between the father Tang Yuan, but the problem is that using the relationship between the father Tang Yuan and his friend's nephew, it seems a bit unauthorized.

Although this time, Hong Bo did something very unauthorized. To be precise, he violated the Dharma, but if he didn't look at the monks and Buddha's faces, if he only wanted to be relieved and deal with Hong Bo, perhaps Tang Yuan's father and Hong Bo's uncle would not say anything, but it would be difficult to meet again in the future.

As long as he dealt with Zhang Dabiao, whether Hong Bo exists or not will have no impact on him, Zhuang Lin. Leaving him to Hong Zhanming and letting him deal with it will make Hong Zhanming grateful to the Tang family. For him, there are only benefits but no harm.

"What are you going to do with these two guys?" Tang Yuan smiled slightly and nodded. He naturally knew what Zhuang Lin meant. He glanced at Zhang Dabiao, who was pale, and then asked Zhuang Lin.

"I'll waste my hands, feet and throat, and leave it to Hongbo's uncle. I guess he can use it at that time." Zhuang Lin thought about it for a moment and said without any emotion.

When he spoke, his face was dull and he could not see any emotional fluctuations. Zhang Dabiao, the two living people, seemed to be just a cat or a dog in his eyes. They were both chatting and laughing, and they had no effect on him at all.

"This is the best, but don't do the next thing yourself. I'll let the people below do it." Tang Yuan nodded and responded. He obviously had more experience in dealing with such things than Zhuang Lin.

While speaking, Uncle Zhao, who had been following him, snapped his fingers, and then he saw four men in black suits walking in. Zhuang Lin looked at them. These two men had steady steps and were shining in their eyes. They were both good kung fu practitioners.

At this moment, Zhang Dabiao's eyes were congested and he stood there blankly.

The two young people in front of him said lightly that they determined their own destiny. While this made him feel extremely angry, he was also at a loss. After so many years, he has been dominating the fate of others, but now, it is people who serve as the slaughter and I am the meat of fish. My own destiny has fallen into the control of others. Life and death are all in the thoughts of others.

Licking blood from the knife, after so many years, although he can ignore life, it does not mean that he does not care about his life and death. On the contrary, he cherishes his life more than ordinary gangsters.

He knew clearly what fate would be like if he was given to Hongbo's uncle and was waiting for him.

In order to protect Hong Bo, Hong Zhanming would definitely pull him out as a scapegoat, and all kinds of messy poops were placed on his head. Anyway, at that time, his hands and feet were ruined and his throat was broken. Even if he wanted to defend himself, he would have no chance.

Although he knew that he deserved the crime, he was unwilling to accept it. He died in prison so cowardly. He was unwilling to accept it. When he was glorious, he ended in such a sad way and became a laughing stock for others.

But now, with Zhuang Lin and the four men in black here, it would not work at all.

If you want to survive, the only way to survive is with the two young people in front of you.

"Mr. Tang, what happened today is my fault. You don't care about villains. Let me go. From now on, I, Zhang Dabiao, will be willing to serve you as a cow or a horse." Zhang Dabiao lowered his head and said to Tang Yuan in a humble tone.

"I don't lack servants, bodyguards, and I don't need a slave like you. You should go where you should go." Looking at Zhang Dabiao's humble appearance, Tang Yuan smiled coldly, and then made a gesture to the four men in black behind him.

"Boss, stop begging them, we will fight with them." In order to survive, Zhang Dabiao may be able to bow his head, but Zhai Kui cannot do it. As a martial artist, he has the pride of a warrior, which destined him not to bend down to the enemy.

Before he could finish his words, he had moved, and his burly body rushed forward suddenly. Perhaps because of his life, his speed was much faster than when he fought with Zhuang Lin before. In one breath, the person was approaching.

But his speed was fast, Zhuang Lin was faster. He raised his finger and slapped it out with a palm, sealing Zhai Kui's way.

Zhai Kui was as old as before, and his fists with blue veins roared over, roaring over, carrying a terrifying force, collided with Zhuang Lin's palm. A short stalemate, under everyone's gaze, his burly body flew backwards without warning.

This man of 150 or 60 kilograms was like a weightless leaf, flying out, drifting three or four meters in the air, and finally hit the wall behind him, causing a dull loud noise, which shows how terrible the force he was under.

Tang Yuan, who was closest to Zhuang Lin Station, was stunned. Even Uncle Zhao, a knowledgeable expert, couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene.

Zhuang Lin's palm looked light and seemed to have no force, but just that one palm actually knocked this powerful master away three or four meters, and the wall was shaking. What a terrible force was contained in this palm.

"People compare themselves to others and force them to death. In the future, don't compete with this monster, otherwise you will be ashamed to death sooner or later." Looking at Zhuang Lin, Uncle Zhao muttered silently in his heart.

Zhai Kui, who hit the wall, slowly fell down the floor along the wall. He just sat there, spitting a few mouthfuls of blood in his mouth, his face pale. He struggled with difficulty and wanted to stand up, but failed.

Zhuang Lin put away his palm and looked calm. He looked at Zhai Kui. His light palm actually didn't use much force, but he gathered a stream of vitality in his palm. People like Zhai Kui who do not know how to nourish qi were simply unable to resist.
Chapter completed!