Butcher Wang chatted with Wei Junyong for a short time before he let his guard down.

When it comes to coaxing children, you have to have a woman. Girls are gentle and attentive, and it is easy for children to get close to them. If it were me, I would have been impatient for a long time.

Not long after, I heard Butcher Wang say: "Xiaoyong, what's going on with the white hair on your head?"

Wei Junyong said: "It's natural."

"People in the village said: Your mother is a great fairy. She became so bad when she gave birth to me that she had white hair all over her body. She almost came out to harm others, but was later beaten to death by my father with a mahogany stick. My father did not follow me for so many years.

My father is talking because he killed his wife."

"The person who said this pointed at the top of my head and told me that you had a lock of white hair on your head when you were born. This is what your mother left for you."

When I heard this, my heart sank slightly: What happened to Wei Junyong might be more complicated than I thought.

The tuft of white hair on his head may involve the magic family. If there were no magicians in his family, he might not be alive today.

Butcher Wang took advantage of the situation and asked, "Then you haven't asked your father about the white hair on your head."

"I asked!" Wei Junyong said: "I asked my dad what was going on with the white hair on my head, and he said: That's the nonsense of the villagers."

"But when I asked him: 'Why don't you talk to my father?', he stopped saying anything."

"I always feel that what the people in the village say is true, because my father never talks to my grandfather. When the two of us meet, we are almost like enemies. Even if we have to talk, I am asked to pass on the message."

"In my memory, the two of them only spoke once, which was a month ago."

I guessed it right, Wei Junyong indeed came from a family of martial arts.

Butcher Wang asked calmly: "Then can you tell me what happened to you? I believe sister, we will definitely be able to help you."

People usually don't say a word of their secrets, but once they say the rest, it's easy to ask.

Wei Junyong poured out everything that happened to him like beans from a bamboo tube:

A month ago, a group of people came to see my father in a car. The leader, whose surname was Wang, walked into the house and smacked his lips, "The famous Mr. Wei, why don't you do some feng shui for your home?"

My father glanced at the other party: "I've washed my hands in a golden basin. You can go wherever you want!"

The man surnamed Wang smiled: "As long as a person has been in the rivers and lakes, he will never be able to clean himself up. Besides, Mr. Wei still has something in our hands, doesn't he?"

The man surnamed Wang waved his hand outside as he spoke, and a man limped in from outside. When the man saw my father, his face turned pale with fright, and he ducked towards the door. If it hadn't been for the man surnamed Wang who coughed.

With one sound, he might be able to turn around and run out.

The man surnamed Wang said with a smile: "Mr. Wei should be familiar with him, right? Five years ago, you removed one of his legs. At that time, Mr. Wei was so famous that he didn't even dare to fart. However, now

At one time or another, if I took him to sue the government now, what would happen to you?"

My dad’s eyes suddenly stood up: “Are you looking for death?”

When my father was talking, he slapped the table. The solid wood table, which was over an inch thick, immediately made a gash over a foot long in my father's hand.

The man surnamed Wang was not afraid at all: "You have to be able to let me die!"

"He didn't, I did!" My father came in from outside without knowing why.

The man surnamed Wang jumped up from the kang in fright: "Old sir, are you still..."

"I'm not dead yet, am I?" My father sat on the kang with the pot under his eyes and looked at the other party with squinted eyes.

"The old gentleman is joking!" The man surnamed Wang seemed to have remembered something. He straightened his waist and put a jade pendant on the kang: "The boss said that Mr. Wei must be invited to take action no matter what. On the jade pendant

Stained with that man's blood, this is what your Wei family owes him."

My grandfather reached out and picked up the jade pendant. He put his hands together and rubbed them in hard a few times. The green jade powder immediately flowed down the seam of his hands. He actually rubbed a piece of jade into powder!

The man named Wang turned pale with fright: "What are you..."

My grandfather reached out and waved to the man named Wang: "Come here!"

"No...it's not...I..." The man surnamed Wang was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

My grandfather stood up, raised his leg and kicked the man named Wang on the leg. Then I heard a click, and the man named Wang fell to the ground with his hands on his legs, rolling around on the ground like a butchered pig.

My grandfather said with a stern face: "If you shout one more time, I will prevent you from shouting for the rest of your life."

The man surnamed Wang was immediately frightened and suppressed the movement. The sweat on his forehead was dripping like water, but he did not dare to make a sound.

My father said solemnly: "My boy breaks other people's legs. He doesn't dare to say anything. If I break your legs now, do you dare to speak?"

"No... I don't dare..." The man named Wang shook his head desperately.

My father said: "Go back and tell your boss that my boy has taken over this business. No matter whether it is successful or not, don't come to us in the future. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. Get out-"
Chapter completed!