Chapter 509

In the ninth block of Dongling road and the villa block in Shenyang, Zhao Dahu is very gloomy and smokes a lot. The murderous atmosphere in the room is filled with smoke and everywhere in the room.

The bodyguards who brought Zhao sanpao back were kneeling in front of him, lowering their heads and not daring to say anything.

"Master, the young master has broken several ribs, and the bones of his hands and feet have been broken." Zhao Dahu's personal doctor and military adviser Wang Ping'an said after carefully examining Zhao sanpao.

Zhao Dahu's hand holding the cigarette was slightly stagnated, and his eyes turned to several people kneeling on the ground. They were almost shrunk into a ball by his aura, and even dared not let out the atmosphere.

"My son will be beaten as he is hurt." Zhao Dahu looked at them for a while and said.

"I understand." Wang Ping'an nodded knowingly and waved to the other thugs in the room, indicating that they would carry out family law against those who made mistakes.

"Boss, spare my life!"

"Boss, please..."

The sound of begging for mercy became one, but they didn't get the slightest pity from Zhao Dahu. A moment later, the cry was replaced by the cry of breaking hands and feet.

"Boss, do you want to..." as Zhao Dahu's chief military adviser, Wang Ping'an has the obligation to share his worries for his master.

Zhao Dahu, who has a scar on his face that runs through his forehead to his chin, with his fierce expression, makes people shudder and says in a low voice: "I Zhao Dahu have been in the Northeast circle for so many years. Who dares not give me three points of face? Today, someone dares to beat my son like this. It's clearly beating my face!"

Wang Ping An's eyes narrowed. He knew that the boss was in a bad mood. According to his understanding of Zhao Dahu, this guy would kill if he was in a bad mood.

"Dad, help me get revenge!" Lying on the sickbed, Zhao sanpao said to Zhao Dahu.

He was biting his teeth, his face was very painful, his whole body was wrapped up like a mummy, and his eyes flashed with venomous light, like a poisonous snake spitting out its poisonous letter.

"Don't worry! It's not over! " Zhao Dahu smokes and turns his eyes to Zhao sanpao. His only son is seriously injured in the hospital bed. If he swallows the evil spirit, how can he get along in the Northeast?

"Ping'an, help me make an appointment with some people. I have something to find them." Zhao Dahu said to Wang Ping'an.

As soon as Zhao Dahu finished his speech, Wang Ping'an figured out what he meant, quietly passed the plan in his head, and said, "boss, I don't think it's suitable to meet these people at this time!"

Zhao Dahu turns his head and looks surprised. Wang Ping'an has been fighting with him for more than ten years, and most of his life is based on his brother's advice.

He naturally obeys what he says. At this moment, his son is seriously injured. He just wants to meet a few people, but Wang Ping'an insists on stopping him. He looks at Wang Ping'an and hopes that the master can give him an explanation.

"Tang Xiao is insidious. If you go to see him at this time, you may be used by him. It's better to wait for him." Before Zhao Dahu said it, Wang Ping'an tried to figure out his mind. There was no second choice for the title of the first military division.

Zhao Dahu looked at him and asked quietly, "well, what should I do now? When my son is beaten like this, I'm very proud of Zhao Dahu. "

As soon as Wang Ping'an put his head close to Zhao Dahu's ear, he saw a woman in her fifties coming in from the outside, crying. Seeing Zhao sanpao's wound like this, he said, "my son, who hurt you like this?"

"Ma..." Zhao sanpao's voice was long, and his grief and indignation were all poured out, and two lines of turbid tears came down from his eyes.

"Big tiger, are you a man or not? Your son is beaten like this, and you still don't give a fart here? " There is no doubt that the tearful woman and the shrew will scratch Zhao Dahu's face with their well maintained claws.

Seeing this, Wang Ping'an couldn't help sweating and following Zhao Dahu for so many years. Of course, he knew that Zhao Dahu's biggest weakness was his fear of the interior.

Zhao Dahu is the biggest owl in Northeast China. Her name is Zhang Taoxian. Although she is in her fifties now, she looks like a broken flower. She used to be a flower of northeast gangster. Her family background is also the apple of a big man's eye.

He was influenced by his father when he was young. He developed a sense of recklessness. His fierce degree can be described as terror. He can move his hand without talking nonsense, and he can use a guy without starting.

In the past, Zhao Dahu kept a canary, but Zhang Taoxian found out. He took a kitchen knife and rushed to Zhao Dahu's Canary nest, shouting to kill Zhao Dahu and his little lover.

Thanks to Zhao Dahu's quick response, his face is totally useless. The scar on his face is still printed on it. Since then, he never dared to mention the idea of taking care of his lover.

With a wife like this, life will not be magnificent.

At this moment, their only son Zhao sanpao was seriously injured and lying on the hospital bed. How could the shrewd wife not be angry.

Wang Ping'an was so scared that he felt cold all over. Rao's head is good. At this time, he can't think of any way. He stays in the same place like a wood and can't even say a word.

But Zhao Dahu didn't panic too much. He watched Zhang Taoxian rush over and said in a very impatient voice, "what's a woman who makes a blind noise? Don't I think about it? "

Zhang Taoxian is also absolutely an unreasonable shrew. Seeing that Zhao Dahu said so, she calmed down first, stopped crying, pointed to Yue Dahu's nose and scolded: "you want to do something. You're a big owl in Northeast China. When your son is beaten, you have to do something in the room. Don't you want to go? If you don't want to go, I'll do it for you. "

The more Zhang Taoxian scolds, the more energetic he is. Zhao Dahu, who has always been a good talker, has no choice but to let her scold him in every way. He seems to be a good man who can't fight back or scold him back.

The room is accompanied by the black dragon club. The hall, which is more than ten in size, is full of the curse of Zhang Taoxian. Everyone seems to have been used to it for a long time. Tea drinkers drink tea and newspapers read newspapers. Anyway, no one talks, even the whispering chat.

After scolding for nearly half an hour, Zhang Taoxian lost the battle by herself. She finally lost to her old age. In the past, her face was not red and her breath was breathless. She could scold for an hour, but now she can't do it.

Zhao Dahu, who is forked, panting and staring at him without saying a word, has the appearance that if she doesn't make a statement today, she will never give up.

Zhao Dahu, who had been scolded for nearly half an hour in front of his subordinates, still said with a pleasant smile: "Taoxian, don't worry, sanpao is also my son. What happened to him? Don't I feel distressed?"

Zhang Taoxian also didn't say, wheezing and panting. As she was getting older, she was still trying to recover her strength.

At this point, Zhang Taoxian was still looking at himself, and he wanted to discuss it. Zhao Dahu knew that if he didn't show his attitude, he would scold him for half an hour after Zhang Taoxian adjusted his breath evenly.

"Who among you knows who made the three guns like this?" Zhao Dahu asked the hall leader with a straight face.

Nima, I don't know why they came here today, just because your baby son was beaten?

However, they are the best. Zhao Dahu wants to calm Zhang Taoxian's anger with their help. Soon, Ma Xing, the leader of Fenglei hall, says, "it's a boy named Lin Tian."

Zhao Dahu looked at Ma Xing gratefully. Since the acting of course has to perform the whole set, with a beginning, the next play can continue. Zhao Dahu continued with a straight face: "then, why don't you tell me?"