457 Two Tall Men

457 Two High Men

Wang Baiqiang couldn't argue this time.

More than 30 people died in the city hospital, and over a hundred were injured, and the hospital was bombed with holes everywhere!

This kind of case can't be covered up even if you want to! Things are too big!

There are too many casualties, and local officials will be affected!

A shocking case swept through City A.

"Bai Qiang is too exaggerated this time."

Sun Jialiang was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, sitting on the sofa in the villa, with a pipe in his mouth, and a copy of today's newspaper in his hand.

Sun Jialiang was also born in the market in his early years, but it is different now. After he had money and power, he slowly washed away his identity. Now he is a major shareholder of a listed company, and several of his shareholders are government officials.

As long as he can let these shareholders get money, he can get a good career in exchange. The current Sun Jialiang is a well-known large taxpayer in city a, an advanced entrepreneur, and a representative of the local people's congress.

Soon, he could be a politician, all he needed was time, and a chance.

When I came back here, I wanted to tell Wang Baiqiang everything about the Huangyituan. Because starting tomorrow, Sun Jialiang will completely cut off ties with Huang Yituan. But he couldn't do without the Huang Yituan, after all, it was a very convenient means for him.

He just needs to control his nephew. In this way, his identity is clean and he can have his own influence in the underworld.

Huang Yituan, this is the key!

But I didn't expect that when I came back, everything seemed to be different.

The Yellow Clothes are out of control.

No, it can no longer be described as out of control! The Huangyi Tuan has been completely abolished!

Even Baiqiang was imprisoned, no matter how capable I was, I couldn't help him. This time, he also has to sit through the prison!

"Who did it?"

Sun Jialiang asked while reading the newspaper.

"have no idea……"

The boy with the broken leg was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was full of horror, "Those four people...they, they are too powerful...we are more than two hundred good swordsmen in yellow clothes...we are no match for the four of them at all ..."

"These four people have a certain amount of advance and retreat, and they are quite organized. They should have come prepared."

Sun Jialiang looked at the big case reported in the newspaper, and said slowly, "As long as we find out who is trying to deal with us, we can naturally see the true colors of these four people."

"Mr. Sun...too many people want to deal with us..."

The younger brother hurriedly said, "Not to mention anything else, now even the Red Dragon Society and the Vanguard Army are against us."

"These two gangs... everyone will fight each other sooner or later."

Sun Jialiang is indeed a person who does big things, and his mind is very clear, "But they won't do it like this. In this way, everyone in City A will be in danger, and the police will increase their punishment, which is not good for anyone. And even hundreds of people Qiang has been implicated in it, which violates the purpose of the three families. Although Liu Yatou and Yang Ruining are relatively ambitious, they dare not do so."

"Then I really don't know who it is..."

"Recently, have the Huangyi regiment had any enemies?"

Sun Jialiang asked.

"There's no one left..."

The younger brother can't figure out who they offended. The Yellow Clothes Group is in many places, and they will have conflicts with other forces.

"Recently, the closer the better."

There was a kind of gentle power in Sun Jialiang's voice, "Who did the Yellow Yituan have a conflict with?"

"I had some conflicts with Miss Liu Xinnan's celebrity."

The younger brother said honestly, "Although the opponent is only a high school student, he seems to be quite capable of fighting. Miss Liu especially appreciates him."

"High school student?"

Sun Jialiang tapped the pipe lightly, "For this high school student, is there any conflict between Huang Yituan and him?"

"Our Yellow Clothes Group..."

"It's your Yellow Clothes."

Sun Jialiang reminded, "Don't make a mistake next time."

"Yes, Mr. Sun..."

The little brother hurriedly changed his words, "The scalpers of our Yellow Clothes Group were beaten by him in the city hospital at the time. He also robbed the market in the old city... But besides us, Mr. Sam from the United States, yes He is also interested, and asked us for some information about him..."

"I see."

Sun Jialiang nodded, "Find some time, I want to talk to this high school student."

"ah?"

The younger brother was a little surprised, what kind of person is Mr. Sun, who condescends to talk to a high school student?

"Go ahead and help me arrange this."

"I know, I know..."

The younger brother nodded, so he had to do it for Mr. Sun.

At the same time, Murong Ying followed the ancient llama road and finally came to Wudang Mountain.

It's not past the fifteenth day, and it's still the New Year's Eve. Even on this Qingxiu Wudang Mountain, it is full of red lanterns, which is quite festive.

There is still light snow on Wudang Mountain, and the white snow and red lights reflect each other, adding a sense of mystery.

Murong Ying followed the Wudang disciple along the path behind the mountain, all the way up to the main hall of the Wudang School.

The largest one in Wudang Mountain is Zhenwu Hall, where pilgrims are at their peak. Naturally, Murong Ying would not go to Zhenwu Hall, but followed the young Wudang disciples to a small courtyard.

There is a huge stone chessboard in the yard, and two people are sitting face to face, seemingly playing a game.

Hong Fang is an old Taoist in a plain white robe. His body is full of immortal demeanor, as if a fairy descended from the mortal world. The veteran daopan sat there, holding Fuchen in one hand and pointing at the chessboard with the other, as if he was thinking about how to move next.

And Hei Fang is an old monk with a bald head and white eyebrows. This old monk has a pair of long-lived eyebrows, which hang from the corners of his eyes to his shoulders, which can be said to be enviably long.

The two of them sat on both sides of the chessboard, just waved their palms, and used their respective internal strength to urge the chess pieces to play chess.

That stone chess piece was as big as a millstone. But in the hands of the two masters, it flies through the air and moves freely.

The two of you come and go, fighting invisible.

What they fight is not only chess skills, but also their own internal strength.

When Xiaoxue met the two of them, she fell to the side and never touched herself.

The young disciple took Murong Ying and was about to report, but was stopped by Murong Ying.

There is no reason for her to interrupt two masters playing chess.

This old Taoist is the head of Wudang Mountain, Taoist Master Wuzi. And the one opposite him is the abbot of Shaolin, Master Yuxu.

Both of them are venerables in the martial arts world, and their kung fu is also at the peak level. But five years ago, these two were defeated by Murong Ying's sword. But the two of them didn't think anything was wrong, and instead treated Murong Ying as a friend of the year.

"Will!"

Master Yuxu suddenly dropped a son, blocking all the escape routes of Jizi.

"This round, but the old man won!"

Master Yuxu seemed to be a little proud.