Chapter 1112

He Huatang was so angry that his blood surged up and his eyes stared at he Chen with red eyes, "rebel, do you deserve the ancestors of the he family?"

"He Huatang!" he Chen walked up to him step by step, holding the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, bent over and sneered, "do you think I'm the he family? Hmm? Hundreds of people in your he family think I'm the he family? Now you ask me, where's your fucking face?"

He Huatang stared at the familiar and strange handsome face and was speechless for a moment.

He Chen looked at him deeply and said gloomily: "this has just begun."

At five o'clock in the morning, it was dawn in the East.

The he family was exhausted and the ancestral hall in the backyard was in a mess.

He Huatang was sitting in a wheelchair with a dark red face. The whole he family was immersed in mourning all night.

After decades of wind and rain, the ancestral hall of he family has become a pile of ruins.

The he family never felt that their position in Pama was so humble.

All night, the he family was alone.

No matter how many phone calls we made and how many old friends we asked for help, no one came to help from beginning to end.

At this time, he Chen had left the ancestral hall and was sitting in the front yard with Yin Mo for breakfast.

Several uncles asked the servants to clean up the mess, but almost all the memorial tablets they could find were smashed.

"Go to the police and find someone..." he Huatang closed his eyes and said in a dull and helpless tone, "the he family must not be destroyed in the hands of he Chen."

Just then, the servant running from the corridor shouted in surprise, "Sir, madam, the young master is back."

He Qing is back?

The trance Rong Manli suddenly opened her eyes, "is it ah Qing?"

The servant nodded, "yes, yes, the young master's car is outside the door. Someone saw him go to the front yard."

He Huatang and Rong Manli's eyes met, and there was a trace of urgency at the bottom of their eyes. "Come on, go to the front yard."

……

In the main hall of the front yard, he Chen was sitting in the master's chair at the top, peeling Yin Mo's eggs, "are you sleepy?"

Yin Mo put a suit coat on his shoulder and blinked, "a little, but I can still insist."

"I asked someone to take you back first?" he Chen looked at the end of the woman's eyes painfully and sent the skinned eggs to Yin Mo's mouth. "If you're sleepy, go back to sleep without accompanying me."

Yin Mo took a bite with an egg and stubbornly shook his head, "not sleepy."

He Chen's thin lips outlined a faint smile, leaned forward slightly and teased her: "go back, I'll sleep with you."

On the other side, he Qing stood in the hall, his cheek hurt and his body was slightly thin, but his hands were cut back, and his mouth was also pasted with adhesive tape. Beside his body were two men with eagle beak rings on his tail fingers.

At any moment, the he family all rushed over.

The three members of the he family met in the main hall. Rong Manli cried bitterly. He Qing caught her bloody broken arm and immediately began to struggle violently like a trapped animal.

How can a he Chen harm the he family here?

"When everyone is here, let me say something?" he Chen folded his legs lazily and sat on the top, just like the owner of the whole house.

The great uncle is still talking nonsense at the moment, "he Chen, don't be complacent. You will pay for everything the he family suffered last night."

He Chen touched his eyebrows and couldn't laugh. "I like to see you stupid and angry and helpless. Everyone, do you want me to ask for some interest before I pay the price?

After tossing all night, I'm also tired. Why don't we make a quick decision? If everyone takes a shot at me, it's life or death. It's Fair for you to obey fate, isn't it? "

Yin Mo coldly heard he Chen's words, slightly frowned, and his eyes were much darker.

Sure enough, he wanted to kill in the he family.

That won't work.

Yin Mo grabs her suit coat and recalls her phone call with Qiao Qiao yesterday. Maybe... Now is the most appropriate time for Qiao Qiao.

Considering this, Yin Mo dared not delay. Under the cover of his coat, he sent a wechat message on his mobile phone.

The he family deserved to die, but he Chen can't be crowned as patricide.

Besides, killing people first kills the heart. Death is not the only way out for the he family.

……

At the same time, from 6 a.m., the entrance and exit of the block around the he family's old house were inexplicably closed.

The alarm call made by my uncle was also delayed.

At half past six, the housekeeper received a phone call. After listening to the report, the whole person was struck by lightning.

He walked rigidly to Rong Manli, "husband, wife, he's semiconductor factory was blown up last night..."

Rong Manli's physical strength had reached the limit. At this time, like he Huatang, she was in a wheelchair. She stayed up all night and the pain of her broken arm made her feel worse than death.

"What do you mean... Blow up?"

The housekeeper looked at he Chen in fear, "the other party claimed to be from Wenxi Island, and paid a lot of money to dismiss all the workers. There was an explosion in the factory at four o'clock this morning, and now the fire has not been extinguished..."

Rong Manli took a breath of air-conditioning and closed her eyes dizzily. "Who are they? In Pama, they dare..."

"He said his surname was Jin. He came to support his fourth brother."

Everyone subconsciously looked at the fourth uncle. He was the fourth in the he family.

The fourth uncle spread his hands at a loss, "I don't know the people on Wenxi island..."

"Madam, sir, uncles, people are coming from the police station." the servant's words are like rain, which instantly nourishes a grassland of hope in everyone's heart. "Come on, invite them in."

The servant held the door frame and panted, "but... They said they couldn't get in. The main roads around are under traffic control. Let's wait."

One wave did not calm, another wave arose, and the flame just lit in the hearts of the people was extinguished again.

He Jia's pedestrian street can be reached directly in the distance. There are military off-road vehicles at each street corner, which is called traffic control.

At seven in the morning, bad news followed.

He's headquarters received the notice from the State Administration of Taxation and asked to suspend its office immediately to cooperate with the State Administration of Taxation in its tax investigation.

At 7:10, the financial accounts of his headquarters were frozen, and the personal accounts of Rong Manli and he Qing were frozen.

At 7:30, the Ho's headquarters office building in the business district was sealed.

All development is like someone behind the fire.

In addition to He Qing, his family are still actively discussing solutions. After all, the factory was bombed, which indirectly led to the State Administration of Taxation targeting the he family, which seems... Understandable.

At this time, the sun was shining outside the hall.

He Chen nodded with his forehead on his back, as if waiting for something.

He Qing in the hall kept gesturing Yin Mo with his eyes. The latter observed for a few seconds and calmly asked, "do you want to talk?"

He Qing nodded. Yin Mo looked at he Chen. Seeing that he didn't stop, he ordered the Black Hawk members to tear off the tape around his mouth.

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