"Satisfied, satisfied, of course satisfied!"

Su Yu's mouth was almost cracked when she smiled.

That’s great. With Zhao Zhong’s words, he can be completely sure that the third brother is not dead!

This little bastard, sooner or later, will find him and beat him hard.

I have deceived me for three years and hid in the corner as a king to enjoy a happy life?

He also led the team out? He did things for the Zhao family, so his attitude was so glorious.

Just look at Zhao Zhong, you will know how strong the local forces have for the Zhao family.

Su Yu took a sip of fragrant tea to calm down his inner excitement. After getting accurate information that the third brother was not dead, Su Yu thought of something again.

The third brother mentioned in the letter that he searched for the Su family's remains and finally found his head. But now it seems that the news about his identity that Zhao Zhong learned was only from the Sijiu City some time ago.

In other words, after the third brother pretended to die and left the prison gate, he did not reveal too much about him to the Zhao family. With a branch like Zhao Zhong, a branch personnel is not strong enough to investigate his true identity.

The leader of the prison gate, the king of killers.

This is a favorable condition for Su Yu. No matter what Zhao Zhong’s final choice is, he can achieve perfection.

"You can stay temporarily in the past few days, but if you live here, you must abide by the regulations here. You need to let me know when you go anywhere and do anything." Zhao Zhong stood up slowly and instructed lightly: "I hope that the cooperation between us is honest. Mr. Su, can you understand what I mean?"

"Of course." Su Yu smiled frankly: "Absolutely honest!"

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There is an ancient building complex in the suburbs of Hebei, Luoyang City. The style here is very similar to that of the Old Town Street, simple and elegant, atmospheric and luxurious.

In a courtyard, an old man with a bloated shape is playing games with others.

If Su Yu were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the person who played against the old man was Chen Hu.

"Master Hu, you have been a little low-key recently." The old man had a gloomy face, as if he was feeling something.

Chen Hu smiled indifferently and said, "Now they are fighting for Mo Liangfeng, so of course I have to take the opportunity to accumulate strength."

"The tiger's hand is sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, and it's pretty. But..." The old man's face turned pale.

He snorted coldly: "My son died tragically. Did Master Hu not say anything at all?"

Chen Hu held the chess piece and pondered for two seconds: "Then are we still married?"

“…”

The old man looked up slightly, his old eyes were filled with anger, staring at Chen Hu coldly. If he hadn't been afraid of the identity of this old guy, he would have been killed by someone.

Perhaps because he realized that he was joking, Chen Hu stroked his beard and smiled, "Hahaha, Mr. Song, don't be angry, people cannot be resurrected, they must look to the future."

This old man is the father of Song Chenyu and Song Chengyu, the founder of the Song Group, Song Xian.

Song Xian narrowed his eyes, his hoarse voice was a little cold: "It's not your son who died. You can laugh, but I can't laugh."

"Look at what you said." Chen Hu took a sip of tea and smiled lightly: "Didn't my daughter abandon me?"

He looked at Song Xian, and his eyes, which had always been wise, also showed a little murderous intention: "The son died for our grand career, and died in the battlefield, and died as much as possible. But my daughter turned against me at the last minute and betrayed me."

"Do you think I feel better than you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xian's eyes, which were originally angry, calmed down a little.

Suddenly, he looked behind him and asked, "Have you found the second child?"

The young man who had been standing behind Song Xian bowed and said, "Master, the second young master has been missing since that night. I guess he must have followed the mercenaries and fled abroad to avoid the limelight."

"Is that right?" Song Xian turned around, staring at the young man with his old eyes, and asked, "Flying Knife, where are you in that night's battle?"

The guard named Feidao quickly bowed and said, "Flying Dao stayed by the eldest young master all night and never left. Please observe clearly!"

"Everyone is dead, what's the point of saying this!" Song Xian snorted coldly in displeasure.

The eldest brother is tragically dead, and the second brother is unclear. The huge Song group has no one to come forward to conquer the market.

Sure enough, this unreliable descendant is still unreliable after all, so he still has to let him come forward in person.

He looked up, looked at Chen Hu, who was on the side of the old god, and asked lightly: "Master Hu, can you tell me about Su Yu's identity?"

Chen Hu's eyes lit up slightly: "Old Song wants to seek revenge on him?"

"Killed

My son, it's not too much for me to kill his whole family?" Song Xian replied coldly.

"Hahaha, it's not too much." Chen Hu smiled and shook his head, "But with the strength of the Song family, I'm afraid it will be difficult to hurt him at all."

"What about adding the Tongji Society?" asked Mr. Song.

Chen Hu still shook his head: "That's not enough!"

Old Song looked stern and said coldly: "It's just a yellow-mouthed child. Is it worthy of the tiger's hat like this?"

Upon hearing this, Master Hu smiled bitterly and said, "This is really not that I put a high hat on him. The Ximen family was slaughtered by him alone. What should we use to compete with him?"

"It's the 21st century now, and the era of cold weapons has passed. I don't believe that no matter how strong he is, he can still be stronger than bullets." Song Xian snorted coldly, obviously not satisfied with Chen Hu's push and stop.

Chen Hu chuckled and said, "Old Song, don't worry, isn't there any other way?"

"Oh? Master Hu has a way?" Song Xian asked with his eyes narrowed.

"There are many ways to kill a person, and brute force is the most undesirable." Chen Hu pretended to be mysterious and smiled: "By the way, what I just asked, Mr. Song hasn't answered me yet."

"Is this marriage still connected?"

Song Xian's original excited expression sank again. Even though this old man knew that one of his two sons died tragically and the other disappeared, he insisted on asking this question. Is he slapped him in the face?

"Tiger Tiger is a little rude today." Song Xian replied coldly.

Chen Hu smiled bitterly and waved his hands repeatedly: "Mr. Song, don't be emotional, I'm giving you some advice."

"If you want to kill Su Yu, you must first reduce the wings. Although the two thugs around him are not strong, they are still within controllable range. As long as these two people are solved, Su Yu will naturally come to his door."

"Continue!" Song Xian heard seriously and buzzed.

Chen Hu picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then said, "Don't my daughter love that little swordsman very much? I recently tied her up and married your adopted son. First, the marriage between the Song Group and the Yingyue Group continues. We will marry each other. Second, we will wait for the rabbit. The swordsman will definitely come to save people. We just need to set off and catch the turtle in the jar."

"Where did I get the adopted son?" Song Xian asked coldly.
Chapter completed!