The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 225
Chapter 220 Something Big Has Happened
Zhao Siqi did not die, but was seriously injured and unconscious, and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment immediately.

After a rescue operation, Zhao Siqi was out of danger, but his nerves were damaged, and he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Her accident was insignificant compared to Shen Qianshan's dismissal, and there was no disturbance in the vast sea.

Ye Fan also ignored her life and death. After leaving Baihua Group, he went straight to Feihu Villa.

Flying Tiger Villa swept away the desolation of the past, with bright lights and clouds of luxury cars, not only many more guards, but also the four major curators.

Obviously Shen Qianshan's abolishment has caused dark waves in the Wumeng.

Ye Fan saw Huang Feihu at a glance.

He was standing in front of a picture of a tiger coming out of the mountain.

Huang Feihu was still the same, with long hands and long feet, black and red cheeks, he had not changed, not at all.

It seems that no one or anything in the world can change him.

He stood there, standing straight, as if a javelin had been stuck in the ground.

The soft light shone on his face, making the wrinkles on his face look deeper, but his eyes were still sharp.

But when he saw Ye Fan, those cold and sharp eyes were immediately filled with warmth.

"Ye Fan, here we come."

Huang Feihu laughed out loud, and greeted him with open arms.

"Brother, I have caused you trouble."

Ye Fan also walked up, gave a hug, and then apologized: "I will fully bear the matter of Shen Qianshan."

"shit!"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Huang Feihu, who was playing with two walnuts, stared at him, and unceremoniously slapped Ye Fan on the head to reprimand:
"What's the trouble? There's never been a word of trouble here."

"Don't say you just abolished Shen Qianshan, even if you punched him to death, you and I wouldn't be in any trouble."

"That's because he's not as skilled as others."

Huang Feihu didn't take Shen Qianshan's matter seriously at all:
"If there is trouble, it is because of him, Shen Qianshan, and the Nanling Martial League."

"The old guy has been arrogant for decades, how many people have he provoked? How many people have been maimed? How many people have been killed?"

"Now that he has lost all his martial arts, he doesn't want to deal with his enemies, but he still troubles you and me, waiting to destroy the family?"

Ye Fan was taken aback for a moment, and then secretly said that Jiang is still old and spicy. These few words hit the nail on the head.

Although he faced Shen Qianshan's cruel revenge, why didn't Shen Qianshan who had lost his force face danger?
However, he still smiled apologetically at Huang Feihu: "In addition to Shen Qianshan's revenge, there is also pressure from the Wumeng headquarters."

"No matter how heinous Shen Qianshan is, he is still the president of the Nanling Martial League. If I abolish him like this, it is tantamount to slapping the elders of the Martial League in the face."

"And what I forced Shen Qianshan to yield was the dog-beating stick you gave me, brother."

Ye Fan saw it clearly: "They will definitely put pressure on Big Brother."

"What pressure do they have?"

Huang Feihu took a step forward, hugged Ye Fan's shoulder and said with a smile:

"The dog-beating stick was given to me by the president. It is also the authority to hit the dog-beating stick."

"There is nothing wrong with you using it to bully Shen Qianshan, who is bullying men and women, and Yuanlao Pavilion has nothing to blame."

"If you don't use the dog-beating stick, should you use it as an offering?"

"Abolishing Shen Qianshan's dantian seems to be a little serious, but it is also human nature, and I will do the same."

"Or wait for him to secretly revenge?"

"Just kidding, he is a master at the Profound Realm, if you don't abolish him, you will destroy your own family."

"So you don't need to worry at all, brother."

"You just need to be careful when you go in and out, and avoid the attacks of Shen Qianshan's diehard loyalists, especially his number one apprentice Xue Ruyi."

"The rest of the Wumeng Yuanlaoge's pressure, my brother can easily settle it."

"For me, no matter how big it is, it doesn't matter."

A major event that involved the nerves of all parties in the Wumeng League seemed to be understated in Huang Feihu's mouth, as if Shen Qianshan and Yuanlao Pavilion were not worth mentioning.

"Brother, thank you."

Ye Fan burst into a smile, followed Huang Feihu and walked forward:

"With your words, I feel at ease."

He originally wanted to say that if Huang Feihu couldn't bear it anymore, let him solve it by himself, but he was worried that Huang Feihu would be more stubborn if he said this.

"It's good to be at ease."

Huang Feihu laughed loudly: "Stop talking about these bad things, go, go to the back garden, and watch me do a set of Flying Tiger Fist."

"Then stay and eat with me."

He pointed at Huang Xuanwu: "Xuanwu, make a roasted whole lamb, tonight I will not get drunk with brother Ye."

Huang Xuanwu replied respectfully: "Understood."

Three hours later, Ye Fan left after drinking and eating. Huang Feihu looked at the lamb with only its skeleton, and drank half a glass of Moutai in front of him.

The night sky is full of wine fragrance.

After sending Ye Fan out, Huang Xuanwu walked over and handed Huang Feihu a cup of freshly brewed tea.

Huang Feihu picked it up and took a sip, then looked at the gloomy night sky: "Brother Ye has gone back?"

Huang Xuanwu nodded lightly: "Go back."

"Give Suzaku an order to take someone to Nanling in person and keep an eye on the movement of the Nanling Martial League."

Huang Feihu issued two instructions in succession: "Let Baihu dispatch eighteen more experts to protect Ye Fan's safety around the clock."

Huang Xuanwu said respectfully: "Understood, I will arrange it later."

Then he hesitated for a moment: "Master, are you really going to carry this basket for Ye Fan?"

When several backbones of the Wumeng not far away heard this, they all raised their heads and looked at Huang Feihu in unison.

"nonsense!"

Huang Feihu's voice sank: "A brother for a day, a brother for life, besides, he even saved my life."

"If I don't protect him, who will protect him?"

"And I'm doing it for the good of Shen Qianshan. Once Ye Fan is completely angered, I'm afraid the entire Nanling Martial Arts League will be bloodbathed by him."

"Ye Fan's means, Ye Fan's skill, and Ye Fan's courage all show that he can do things like killing them all."

He sees far.

Huang Xuanwu lowered his head and did not make another sound.

"Also, do you know what Shen Qianshan is doing in Zhonghai this time?"

Huang Feihu's eyes became deep: "He took the order from the Yuanlao Pavilion of the Wumeng and planned to arrange a group of children to teach in Zhonghai."

"On the surface, it is said to be learning and communicating. In fact, I heard that I am in a wheelchair. I want to infiltrate the forces of Nanling and Yuanlao Pavilion in Zhonghai."

"For so many years, the Zhonghai Wumeng has made a lot of money with a piece of iron bucket. Many people are already jealous."

"Although Ye Fan's battle was a bit big, it also abolished their plan, and beat them by the way."

"So in public and private, I have to protect Ye Fan."

"Whether it's Nanling Wumeng or Yuanlao Pavilion, if you want to trouble Ye Fan, you have to step over my corpse first."

His expression was calm and firm.

Huang Xuanwu's body trembled: "Understood."

Several backbones of the martial arts league were full of reverence. This is their president, their backbone, no matter how difficult the situation is, he will not abandon his own people.

"Ding--"

At this moment, Huang Xuanwu's cell phone vibrated, the ringtone pierced the quiet night, and made Huang Feihu's eyelids twitch.

Huang Xuanwu hurriedly picked up his mobile phone to answer.

A moment later, with a flick of his wrist, the phone fell to the ground.

Huang Feihu said indifferently: "What happened?"

Huang Xuanwu's face turned pale: "Shen Qianshan was killed..."

To put it simply, it not only silenced a few people, but even Night Breeze seemed to be dead.

The flames of the roasting lamb crackled, and the flames still flickered on everyone's dignified faces.

Only Huang Feihu remained calm. He picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip and said with a smile:
"Zhong Hai, the wind is coming..."

(End of this chapter)