In the 9th block of Dongling Road in Shenyang, the villa block, Zhao Dahu had a stern expression and was smoking heavily. The murderous aura in the room filled the air with the smoke, filling every corner of the room.

The bodyguards who had brought Zhao Sanpao back were kneeling in front of him, their heads lowered and they didn't even dare to say anything.

"Master, the young master has several broken ribs, and the bones in his hands and feet are broken." Wang Ping'an, Zhao Dahu's personal doctor and military advisor, said after carefully examining Zhao Sanpao.

Zhao Dahu's hand holding the cigarette paused for a moment, and his eyes instantly turned to the few people kneeling on the ground. They were so attracted by his aura that they almost shrank into a ball, not even daring to breathe out.

"I will beat them to whatever condition my son is injured." Zhao Dahu said after looking at them for a while.

"Understood." Wang Ping'an nodded knowingly and waved to the other thugs in the room, indicating that they would enforce family law on these erring men.

"Boss, please spare my life!"

"Boss, please..."

There was a chorus of begging for mercy, but their begging for mercy did not win the slightest mercy from Zhao Dahu. After a moment, the begging was replaced by the wailing of severed hands and feet.

"Boss, would you like..." As Zhao Dahu's chief military advisor, Wang Ping'an has the obligation to relieve his master of his worries.

Zhao Dahu, who had a scar from his forehead to his chin, coupled with his stern expression, made people shudder. He whispered: "I, Zhao Dahu, have been around in the Northeast for so many years, who dares not to give me three Excuse me, someone dared to beat my son like this today, this is clearly a slap in my face!"

Wang Ping'an narrowed his eyes, he understood that the boss was in a bad mood, and according to his understanding of Zhao Dahu, this guy would kill people when he was in a bad mood.

"Dad, help me take revenge!" Zhao Sanpao, who was lying on the hospital bed, said to Zhao Dahu with his dying breath.

He gritted his teeth, with a very painful expression on his face. He was wrapped up like a mummy, and a vicious light flashed in his eyes, like a poisonous snake spitting out its poisonous message.

"Don't worry! This matter is not over yet!" Zhao Dahu smoked a cigarette, and the stern eyes in his eyes became particularly soft the moment he turned to Zhao Sanpao. His only son was seriously injured and lying on the hospital bed. He, the third member of the Northeastern gangster, If the big boss swallows this bad breath, how can he still hang out in the Northeast in the future?

"Ping'an, help me make an appointment with a few people. I need to talk to them about something." Zhao Dahu said to Wang Ping'an beside him.

As soon as Zhao Dahu finished speaking, Wang Ping'an had already figured out what he meant. He calmly went over the plan in his head and said, "Boss, I don't think it's appropriate to meet these people at this time!"

Zhao Dahu turned his head, with a look of surprise in his eyes. Wang Ping'an had been fighting with him for more than ten years. Most of his fortune was achieved by relying on this brother's advice.

Normally, he would naturally obey his words. At this moment, his son was beaten and seriously injured. He just wanted to see a few people, but Wang Pingan stopped him. He looked at Wang Pingan in confusion, hoping that the master could give him a message. statement.

"Tang Xiao is a sinister person. If you go to see him at this time, he will probably take advantage of you. It's better to be patient and wait for him to come." Before Zhao Dahu said anything, Wang Ping'an figured out his thoughts clearly. The title of First Military Advisor As expected, there was no second choice.

Zhao Dahu glanced at him and asked calmly: "So, what should I do now? My son was beaten like this, and I, Zhao Dahu, need to be ashamed."

As soon as Wang Ping'an put his head next to Zhao Dahu's ear, he saw a woman in her fifties coming in from the outside crying. Seeing Zhao Sanpao injured like this, she cried and cried: "My son, who is it?"

To hurt you like this?"

"Mom..." Zhao Sanpao drawled his voice, all the grief and anger in his heart poured out, and two lines of thick tears fell from his eyes.

"Dahu, are you still a fucking man? Your son was beaten like this, and why are you still here without letting out a fart?" The tearful woman was undoubtedly a shrew in the market, waving a well-maintained

His claws would scratch Zhao Dahu's face all over.

When Wang Ping'an saw this, he couldn't help but sweat broke out down his spine. After following Zhao Dahu for so many years, he certainly knew that Zhao Dahu's biggest weakness was henpecking.

Zhao Dahu is the biggest tycoon in the Northeast, and the person who can be his wife is not an ordinary person. Her name is Zhang Taoxian. Even though she is in her fifties now and looks like a fallen flower, she was once considered a flower in the Northeast underworld.

, family background is also the apple of a certain boss' eye.

Influenced by his father since childhood, he has developed a reckless aura in his movements. His fierceness can be described as terrifying. If he can do something, he will never talk nonsense, and if he can use someone, he will never do anything.

In the past, Zhao Dahu kept a canary, but Zhang Taoxian found out about it. He picked up a kitchen knife and rushed to the nest where Zhao Dahu raised the canary, shouting that he wanted to chop up Zhao Dahu and his little lover.

Fortunately, Zhao Dahu reacted quickly, otherwise not only his face but also his life would have been completely ruined. The scar on his face is still printed on it, and he never dared to mention the idea of ​​keeping a lover from then on.

With a wife like this, there is no need to worry that life will not be spectacular.

At this moment, their only son Zhao Sanpao was seriously injured and lying on the hospital bed. How could his fierce wife not get angry?

Wang Ping'an was so frightened that his whole body shivered. No matter how good his brain was, he couldn't think of any way at this time. He stayed in place like a wooden block, unable to even say a word.

Zhao Dahu, on the other hand, didn't have too much panic. He watched Zhang Taoxian rushing over and refused to avoid it. He said in a very impatient tone: "Why is a woman making such nonsense? Aren't I thinking of a solution?"

Zhang Tao

My son was beaten and still has to sit in the room trying to think of a solution. Do you not want to go? If you don’t want to go, I will take the initiative for you."

The more Zhang Taoxian scolded her, the more energetic she became. Zhao Dahu, who had always been right to the point, now had no choice but to let her insult her in all kinds of ways. He seemed to have become a good gentleman who never hit back or scolded him.

The room, which included all the hall masters of the Black Dragon Society, was filled with the curses of Zhang Taoxian alone. Everyone seemed to have been accustomed to this. Those who drank tea drank tea, and those who read newspapers read newspapers. Anyway, who

He didn't speak, not even chatting in a low voice.

After scolding for nearly half an hour, Zhang Taoxian herself was defeated. She lost to age after all. In the past, she could scold her for an hour casually without blushing or panting, but now she was unable to do so.

With her hands on her hips, breathing heavily, she stared at the silent Zhao Dahu fiercely, as if she would never give up if she didn't express her stance today.

Zhao Dahu, who had been scolded for nearly half an hour in front of his subordinates, still smiled kindly and said: "Taoxian, don't worry, Sanpao is also my son. If something happens to him, don't I feel sorry for him?

"

Zhang Taoxian didn't say anything, she was breathing heavily. She was old, and she was probably still working hard to regain her strength.

At this point, Zhang Taoxian was still looking at him, as if he wanted to ask for an explanation. Zhao Dahu knew that if he didn't express his position, he would probably scold Zhang Taoxian for half an hour after he evened out his breath.

"Does any of you here know who shot the three cannons like this?" Zhao Dahu deliberately asked the hall masters present with a straight face.

Nima, aren't you asking why they came today knowingly? Didn't they come just because your precious son was beaten?

However, with their masters, they certainly understood that the purpose of Zhao Dahu's question was simply to use their words to calm the anger in Zhang Taoxian's chest. Soon, the leader of Fenglei Hall, Ma Xing, spoke first: "It's a man named

Lin Tian’s boy.”
Chapter completed!