Chapter 1559: Hard Challenge

Blood scattered to the ground, shocking!

The scene was shocked not only by Tang Qingyi and other female guests. Even Jin Dapang, who was holding a cigar, shivered, and the scissors in his hand almost poked He Zihua. This is not that Jin Dapang, who has been through the battlefield, has never seen blood, but has just caused a visual impact on these believers.

The unfathomable He Zihua also touched the corners of his mouth twice. First, he looked at Tang Qingyi, who was still stiff and dazed, turned his head to his daughter and Lin Yuanyuan to take care of the latter, and then asked He's bodyguard to be on high alert. Regardless of whether the woman in red fell or not, he had an obligation to make Tang Qingyi safe.

When the murder occurred, Hei Qingtian naturally rushed up with more than ten plainclothes policemen. During the journey, even the guns were taken out. Everyone knew what day it was and knew that the guests present were either rich or noble. If an accident occurred immediately, they would wait to take off their police uniforms.

Some people went straight to the building to check the situation, some guarded the woman in red and called an ambulance, and some people watched the men and women in the parade. Although there was no direct evidence to point out that the woman in red was from the Shengtian Sect, the appearance of both sides almost at the same time had to make people question the plan.

When they were quick to control the scene, Song Qingguan, who came to support the scene, also dragged his feet and jumped out. However, he did not go for the woman in red, but directly waved his crutch to knock down the man in front of him with a stick, and then kicked another woman in mai.

"Bang bang bang!"

Song Qingguan was like a crazy beast, completely ignoring the wounds on his feet, and was beaten up at this group of Holy Heaven Sect. Even Li Qingyou rushed over and pushed away, with anger bursting in his eyes: "Damn it! I'll make trouble in the art gallery, I'll kill you!"

Tang Qingyi is a woman that Zhao Heng loves and fully supports, and naturally she is also the inviolable sister-in-law in Song Qingguan's heart. He doesn't know who this group of men and women in maroons are, but he can see through the other party at a glance and make trouble. Not only does he carry the black coffin, but he also creates a female corpse in red.

Song Qingguan did not pity the woman in red who fell to death, and would not give the Hong Kong police any face. No matter why the other party targeted the Qingyi Painting Museum, or what the other party came from and identity, if he did such a thing at the Qingyi Painting Museum, he had the obligation to safeguard the dignity of the Qingyi Painting Museum.

"God's punishment!"

It seemed that Song Qingguan had broken the shocking sorrow they had made, and it seemed that his companion was knocked down and lost the face of the Shengtian Sect. A young man holding a stick with a bell roared and swung the guy, slamming him at Song Qingguan, hoping to get some justice for the Holy Sect.

Song Qingguan glanced at the corner of his eyes and sniffed the crutch, slamming out his crutch and hitting the three-foot stick that hit from the side. The very hard stick broke instantly and bounced backwards faster and hit the sneak attacker. The poor guy fell to the ground and wailed, with blood all over the corners of his mouth.

Almost at the same time, another stick poked Song Qingguan's weakness from the other side. Song Qingguan still did not dodge and did not move his left hand first. The wooden stick was instantly held close to him. He pulled it lightly without seeing any force. The attacker felt the palm of his hand was burning and aching.

The stick with flesh and blood was already in the hands of Song Qingguan, and then shot it out and hit the attacker's head like an arrow. A stream of blood burst out. The attacker fell to the ground and screamed, and the blood stained the maroon red. In just a few seconds, Song Qingguan destroyed several people and took action in a straightforward manner.

"Young official, what are you doing?"

Just when Song Qingguan was not enough to calm down and was about to kill all the people, Li Qingyou, dressed in blue, pounced on him again, hugged Song Qingguan's body tightly and shouted: "What are you doing? They are just a group of believers, why are you hitting them? They didn't provoke you."

These words fell on the ears of Hei Qingtian who arrived later, and he muttered slightly how Miss Li's words were partial. Moreover, even if she did not stand in Song Qingguan's camp, she should remain neutral. After all, normal people can judge that the Shengtian Sect is here to provoke, and the power of Hengmen should be completely defeated.

"Have you been provoked?"

Song Qingguan wanted to push away the woman who already had many good feelings, but the latter hugged him tightly and did not let go. He could only look at the men and women in Maiyi and roared angrily: "They didn't provoke me, but they provoked the Tangyi Painting Museum and provoked my sister-in-law. How could I explain to Brother Heng if I don't kill them?"

Li Qingyou, who was unable to push away any medicine he had taken for a while, saw Hei Qingtian and the others blocking their way in awkwardly. Song Qingguan took out his cell phone and shouted: "It doesn't matter if I don't let me go in the past. I will call my brothers here now. I will not only kill them, but I will also destroy this garbage holy religion."

"Young official, enough!"

Seeing that Song Qingguan was going to mobilize people to deal with the Shengtian Sect, Li Qingyou knew that the call would be bloody. He pushed it away and shouted: "I said everything, they are pure believers. Today they are here to march here, not underworld."

Li Qingyou looked cold: "They are doing legal things with legal procedures. You can't beat and kill them, and you can't feel provocative just because they carry the coffin. Qingguan, if you still listen to me and respect me, don't be rude to this matter and let the police investigate it to the end."

"I'm angry if you hit them again!"

After saying that, she left with a gloomy face. Song Qingguan was stunned on the spot. He didn't know what happened. How could Li Qingyou turn against the Holy Heaven Sect? Moreover, the Holy Heaven Sect made a mistake tonight. He thought about it and finally called Zhao Heng to inform him about the matter.

Zhao Heng seemed to be on the spot and replied indifferently: "I know!"

Two hours later, in the second-floor restaurant of the Hong Kong Police Department, Hei Qingtian ordered a steak rice and a cup of milk tea. Then he looked at Zhao Heng, who was sitting opposite him and said with a wry smile: "Forty-nine people marched, which is a legal number of people gathered. Although the coffin was carried off the line, this was just a small mistake."

He sighed: "As for the woman in red who jumped from the seventh floor, forty-nine people who were bitten to death, they did not recognize the people from the Shengtian Sect, and they did not admit that they were going to Qingyi Painting Museum to provoke. They only said that the street next door was temporarily blocked and the road was temporarily changed. It was a coincidence that the opening of the painting museum was caused by a high building."

He also pulled out a roster from his arms and placed it on the table.

"coincide?"

Zhao Heng ordered a guest with meat sauce spaghetti at noon, and the red color was as bright as a woman in red: "Qingyi has told me the matter. The Shengtian Sect wants her to join the continuous harassment. Half an hour before the ribbon was cut, he also called and threatened to give a big gift, coffin, red corpse, which is a big gift."

Zhao Heng glanced at Hei Qingtian and said, "I know the police need evidence to do things. Now there is nothing to do with the other party, and they will probably be released on bail soon. Hei Qing official, I don't blame you for not making things difficult for you, but I hope you don't stop me from doing things."

Hei Qingtian smiled bitterly: "Can the movement be smaller?"

Zhao Heng put the spaghetti sauce into his mouth, chewed it for a few seconds and replied lightly: "Today is a great day for Qingyi. As a result, the ribbon cutting of the painting hall was greatly shocked by the evil spirit. More than a hundred guests were also impacted by the incident and indirectly slapped Hengmen in the face. The most important thing is to make Tang Qingyi's psychology have a shadow."

Zhao Heng patted the list of the Holy Heaven Sect that Hei Qingtian created, and a cold sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "How can I not crippled such a cult? Don't worry, I will give it to the Hong Kong police. I will let them disappear without a trace, and someone will explain it afterwards."

"Damn! One thousand three hundred and forty-five people!"

Hei Qingtian's body was shocked: "You want to kill them?" Then he whispered: "This Holy Heaven Sect was passed down from Taiwan. The doctrine is seventy-sixth of the Wheel Sect back then, but the Wheel Sect was suppressed and collapsed more than ten years ago and there is no room for survival in the mainland."

"Hong Kong religion is relatively free, and this Holy Heavenly Sect has some influence."

Black and Qingtian whispered:

"The main reason is that brainwashing is great, and everyone thinks it is better than Buddha."

Zhao Heng snorted coldly: "No matter what the impact it affects, it will be destroyed when it steps on my head!" As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang softly. Zhao Heng picked it up and answered for a moment, nodded, and then said calmly: "Auntie, don't worry, I'm calling you over, Qingyi will never have any trouble."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the first floor hall of Huizhou Restaurant was extremely strange. Eight tables, including six waiting seats, were occupied by dozens of people. These young men and women wearing tunics were sitting in groups of three or three, drinking free tea without ordering dishes, one by one, and they all looked fun.

Several young girls in Huizhou restaurants looked confused and looked at everyone helplessly with the menu. Tang Mu and Wang Qiuye, who heard something happening in the restaurant, also frowned. They were all women after all, and they were still a little at a loss when they encountered such cold and violent scenes.

There were three young men and women sitting in a square table facing the door. The middle woman was wearing white clothes and shaved her head, which was completely different from her companions around her. She squinted her eyes and savored the tea made from cheap tea leaves, and her expression seemed to be tasting the best Longjing.

"When will Miss Tang come?"

The bald woman called out the mother of Tang: "Tell her that the Virgin is here!"

"Holy Virgin?"

Song Qingguan, who led more than ten Whampoa Army to fight for the vanguard, pushed Li Qingyou away, who was insisting on accompanying him, picked up a pot of boiling hot water from the bar and directly hit the bald woman:

"I'll throw your mother away!"

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