In the evening, He Sheng was drinking tea in the yard. Tan Zilin's car parked outside and parked the car. Tan Zilin trotted all the way back.

"Boss, Feng Yangxiang is dead!" Tan Zilin looked at He Sheng with horror: "You...you wouldn't have killed him at noon, right?"

He was also stunned when he heard this. He Sheng's face was also stunned. He stared at Tan Zilin tightly, with a strong look of shock flashing in his eyes.

Feng Yangxiang is dead, how is this possible!

"How did you die?" He Sheng asked.

"I was poisoned to death, his lunch was poisonous!" Tan Zilin replied.

He heard this and his face turned completely gloomy.

You know, at noon, he did not eat with Feng Yangxiang, and before the waiter served the dishes, He Sheng left the hotel.

"It's not the poison I made!" He Sheng said, "How far has the matter been progressing?"

"The police have carried Feng Yangxiang's body away, but no one doubts you, because the surveillance monitor shows that you left before serving the food." Tan Zilin curled his lips.

In Tan Zilin's opinion, if the boss wants to poison Feng Yangxiang, how can the surveillance be captured?

"I mean, did you find out who poisoned it?" He Sheng asked again.

"No...but, the person who found Feng Yangxiang was poisoned to death was Feng Zheng!" Tan Zilin said again.

He Sheng was silent, and his heart seemed to be thinking about something.

"After you left at noon, Feng Zheng went to the hotel again, and then Feng Yangxiang's body was carried out."

Seeing He Sheng not speaking, Tan Zilin frowned. He had a bad premonition in his heart, and he had already guessed something.

"No, boss, Feng Zheng did it?" Tan Zilin asked.

"Don't guess, don't make a conclusion before things are clear." He Sheng said softly.

Feng Yangxiang was poisoned to death in the hotel, which shocked He Sheng.

After he talked with Feng Yangxiang, Feng Yangxiang should go to confront Feng Zheng. If Feng Zheng poisoned Feng Yangxiang to death during this process, he would naturally become the murderer.

Is Feng Zheng trying to frame himself and kill two birds with one stone?

"Send someone to check it out." He Sheng said.

"Okay."

Feng Yangxiang was poisoned to death in the hotel, and He Sheng did not dare to guess whether it was Feng Zheng who did it, because Feng Zheng wanted to kill his elder brother was his own hands, unless he had no way out, so he would attack his father.

However, He Sheng still couldn't imagine how could this man who had always been a gentle man in his heart poison his father?

At 7:30 pm, He Sheng received a call from Huang Ruiying.

After hesitating for a moment, He Sheng still started to pick it up.

"He Sheng! Even if my dad wants to kill you, you won't poison him to death, right? Why are you so cruel? It's a good thing that your brother Feng and I still regard you as friends!" As soon as He Sheng answered the phone, he heard Huang Ruiying's scream.

He Sheng was stunned and it took several seconds to come back to his senses.

"Sister Ying, why don't I understand what you said? Yes, I did meet Mr. Feng at Yidu Hotel at noon, but why do you think it was the one I killed?"

"Only you have the motive for murder! My dad wants to kill you, but since he is willing to sit down with you for an interview, it means there is still room for relief!" Huang Ruiying on the other end of the phone said excitedly.

He Sheng couldn't help but sneer: "Sister Ying, please use your brain before making a decision. The police didn't even look for me. Why do you think I killed someone?"

"Okay, please ask your husband first. Maybe your husband knows how his father died." After saying this, He Sheng hung up the phone without hesitation.

In an instant, He Sheng understood a lot.

As his wife, Huang Ruiying was not aware of what Feng Zheng did, so she called this phone.

In this way, Feng Zheng really feels like a thief shouting to catch a thief.

For a moment, He Sheng felt a headache.

Feng Yangxiang was dead, and He Sheng never thought of killing Feng Zheng and his wife, but Feng Zheng would not think so.

This is a plan to force yourself to take ruthless actions.

......

Three days passed, and in these three days, He Sheng did not receive another call from Huang Ruiying. Similarly, Feng Yangxiang's death was confirmed to have nothing to do with He Sheng, and no one even came to the door.

He Sheng didn't say that he would kill Feng Zheng and his wife. In the past three days, He Sheng had been staying at home honestly and never went anywhere.

That evening, a killer suddenly came to his home.

The other party was a kendo master from Japan. He was wearing wooden clogs and had a sword on his waist. He asked for his name to challenge He Sheng.

"Mr. He, I know you are famous! But I still want to challenge you. If you can take your life, it is naturally good. If you can't defeat you, Mr. He, I am willing to die under Mr. He's knife!"

The other party was speaking in a not-standard Chinese with a hot look in his eyes.

He Sheng looked at the other person like a fool.

"I don't need a knife, so you don't need to die under my knife." He Sheng said calmly: "How is your fame in Japan?"

"My master is the number one sword master in Japan!"

"Oh, this means that if I defeat you, there will be no one in Japan to challenge me again, right?" He Sheng said, while folding a rattan bar in the villa yard.

He Sheng really never thought about how hard it would take to fight a guy who could not even cultivate true qi.

"It's almost the same, but Mr. He would better not be too arrogant. My sword is very fast!" said the man.

He Sheng smiled contemptuously: "Is that so? Then I really want to experience it."

"Come on." He Sheng hooked his finger at the man.

A sharp look flashed in the man's eyes. After saying this, he rushed towards He Sheng with a quick step.

The man's movements were a bit funny. He grabbed the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right hand, and acted like he wanted to draw the sword, but before he came to He Sheng, he didn't think about drawing the sword at all.

But after he was wearing wooden clogs, he had no chance to draw his sword after coming to He Sheng.

Bang!

A rattan hit the Japanese man in the face, directly knocking the other party to the ground.

"Too weak." He Sheng threw the vine aside casually, and seemed to have no intention of continuing to attack.

The man touched his face, and his face felt hot, but his expression became very shocked.

The Demon King is the Demon King after all!

In his hands, he didn't even have the chance to draw his sword!

"Okay, you go quickly, while I haven't even had the intention to kill you." He Sheng, who walked into the yard, said without looking back.

The man's face twitched, and then he said, "Thank you, Mr. He for your advice!"

After saying this, the man turned around and left!

He Sheng didn't know that after the man left, several foreigners slowly approached the villa. These people were also killers and formed a team to kill him!
Chapter completed!