"My son, he can't just die for nothing! He can't!"
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In a certain international metropolis abroad, Zhang Weizhi, the contorted-faced founder of the Zhang Corporation, said fiercely into the phone.
He never expected his son to die in Chicheng.
Chicheng was his place of origin and could be considered the Zhang Corporation's base of operations.
Thinking of this, he picked up his phone and dialed another number.
"Hello, Lao Wang, consider that Zhang Weizhi owes you a favor. Help me with something."
"Hello, Black Head? Get your boss on the phone…"
After finishing the call, Zhang Weizhi sat heavily on the sofa, watching his weeping wife smash the phone to pieces.
"Don't worry, I've already contacted the people. The people who killed Que'er won't escape, no matter who they are!"
Jiang Ming indeed didn't run. He stood inside the Zhang Corporation building, disdainfully looking down at the ordinary people below.
As a cultivator, he was already beyond what ordinary people could reach.
He once held life and death in his hands, deciding the fates of countless people. Now, he didn't care about mere mortals.
"Hmph, just ants."
If this body didn't still have attachments to his wife, Jiang Ming wouldn't care about these mortals.
Thinking of this, he leaped from the top of the building and disappeared into the night.
When the door was opened, the people who rushed in found that he was no longer in the room.
At this time, in Chicheng, sirens echoed through the city's sky.
With the modern and advanced Skynet system, the criminal who killed Zhang Que was quickly identified as Jiang Ming, and his location was quickly determined.
Subsequently, several police cars gathered in front of Jiang Ming's yard, and officers with guns walked slowly into the yard.
"The person inside, listen up, you are surrounded. We advise you to give up resistance and surrender. The law will be lenient with you."
Jiang Ming, hearing the voices of the officers outside, couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile.
"Just mortals."
Thinking of this, Jiang Ming took a long sword from the wall and carried it on his back, slowly pushing open the door.
The lights of the police vehicles illuminated him, and people wearing police uniforms surrounded Jiang Ming.
One of them stepped forward, looked at Jiang Ming solemnly, and said, "Jiang Ming, we now suspect that you are related to a murder case, and we hope you can come with us."
"Hmph, it's just killing a person. That's right, I killed him," Jiang Ming said disdainfully.
"If you want to take me, show me your skills."
Jiang Ming drew his long sword from his back, looking coldly at the surrounding officers.
"The law will not slander a good person, nor will it let go of any bad person. Although we have determined that you are a suspect, we cannot convict you just like that. I still hope you can come back with us and talk it over," the old police officer who stepped forward was clearly the leader, and without his order, the surrounding officers did not dare to act without authorization.
The old police officer also knew about Zhang Que's matter, but due to the lack of sufficient evidence, they were also secretly investigating, but they didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.
It seemed that this young man must have suffered some grievances. The old police officer wanted to appease him first and then find out the whole story.
I am a police officer and need to uphold the law.
Thinking of this, the old police officer held up his gun and looked at Jiang Ming seriously, trying to dissuade him.
"Young man, put down your weapon, you must believe in the law, believe in justice. Think about your family and loved ones, many times we don't need to be so impulsive."
"Enough nonsense, I don't want to kill you."
After saying that, thunder suddenly roared in the sky, and the violent sound stunned all the surrounding officers.
Jiang Ming looked at the old police officer and didn't attack again.
The original owner's memory told him that he couldn't easily attack these people, otherwise it would be very troublesome. Thinking of this, Jiang Ming still left some backup.
… …
Tonight in Chicheng was destined to be a sleepless night. The people walking on the street watched dozens of police cars speeding past, curiously taking out their phones to record it.
In some large bars, the young people who were originally dancing and singing received calls and got into vans to head to the suburbs.
The entire Chicheng was surging with undercurrents, as if something big had happened.
"What's the situation with Black Boss? Why are so many underlings moving around?"
Inside a private room, a middle-aged man in a suit asked, exhaling smoke.
The younger brother next to him said flatteringly, "I heard that Zhang Weizhi's son is gone, and now they are going to find someone to chop up the murderer."
"Oh," the middle-aged man grinned. "I didn't expect someone to dare touch Old Dog Zhang's butt. Not simple."
"How much is Old Dog Zhang offering?"
"See the body, eighty million."
The middle-aged man took a breath, looking at the younger brother in disbelief.
"This is good, no wonder he is the richest man in Chicheng. No, this deal can't let Black Boss eat it alone. You call some people to follow behind them and see if there is a chance."
The younger brother nodded and walked out of the private room, leaving the middle-aged man hugging the woman and listening to the music.
"Eighty million, hmph, it's not that easy to get. Black Boss is too greedy."
The woman in the middle-aged man's arms heard this and revealed a strange smile.
"That's right, don't you see who the underground boss of Chicheng is? It's you, Brother Dao."
The woman said娇媚, her full body pressed against the middle-aged man, and a red light flashed in her eyes.
Under the neon lights, the middle-aged man didn't see the woman's strange smile, he only felt that these words were comfortable to hear.
So he laughed loudly, stuffing a pile of large bills to the woman.
"Well said! What is Black Boss!"
… …
Jiang Ming looked at the people chasing him. Although he was already in the Pointing Lamp Realm, he was still surprised to have alarmed so many people. When facing the firearms in his memory, he still felt a little struggling.
Especially those big guys, which were even more difficult to avoid.
Thinking that if he went further, he would not be afraid of these things.
Then he looked at the mountains not far away.
Faster than he thought, the people in the vans, dozens of young men with steel knives and iron bars, blocked his way.
"Jiang Ming, right? Come with us," the person who was拽拽 chewed gum and carried the knife on his shoulder.
"Otherwise, we'll carry you away. Which one do you choose?"
Jiang Ming looked at these people indifferently: "Then you will die."
His figure was like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of that person.
The sword light flickered, blood splattered, splashing on the faces of the surrounding people.
That head flew high, and dozens of people looked at Jiang Ming rushing over in horror.
"Ah — —!"
When the police arrived, all they saw were the limbs and flowing blood all over the ground. Many people covered their mouths, feeling uncomfortable with the scene.
"Report, the criminal killed dozens of people during the escape, and the behavior is extremely bad."
"Arrest him! Permission to shoot!"
Groups of two or three people formed teams and slowly searched towards the place where Jiang Ming escaped.
But where could they find Jiang Ming? The other party had already ran into the mountains.
Seeing such a big movement, the uncle who was originally monitoring Jiang Ming knew that things had gotten out of hand.
Thinking of this, he immediately contacted his superiors and told them all the causes and consequences of the matter.
