Chapter 96

"Little Chang Ye was framed?" Zhang Zheng narrowed his eyes.

Huang Sheng nodded repeatedly. He knew what had happened to Yuehua feast and that Zhengxing group had been affected because of it. Now looking at Zhang Zheng's reaction, he seemed to have guessed right.

Huang Sheng took a deep breath, carefully stood up and said tentatively, "well... Do you want to know?"

Zhang Zheng tutted impatiently, slapped the table, stood up and looked at Huang Sheng condescending, and said, "are you talking to me about terms?"

Hearing a crisp sound, Zhang Zhengshun looked in the direction of the sound and found that the desktop under his hand had cracked like a cobweb.

Zhang Zheng's eyelids jumped, but he still pretended to be calm. Maybe this is the ability of six grade fighting?

Xu Zihan raised one eyebrow and looked at Zhang Zheng with some surprise.

Huang Sheng swallowed his saliva, trembled his lips and said, "I... Had dinner at Yuehua feast on the day of the accident... Then I saw a figure sneaking out of Chang Ye's box..."

"How do you know?"

"I..."

"I don't like people who can't speak easily."

Huang shengmeng trembled and hurriedly said, "I want to talk to little Chang, and then the man hit me... I just... I quarreled with him."

"Is there a quarrel? Do you see what he looks like?"

Zhang Zheng's heart was beating wildly. He subconsciously stepped forward and asked questions. As long as he found the person, all the problems would be solved?

Huang Sheng was very frightened. He trembled and retreated and said, "let me see... Eagle nose... Skin is very black, lips are very thick, a little... A little fierce."

Seeing that Huang Sheng couldn't understand what he said, Zhang Zheng was dying of anxiety: "then what? Say profit!"

Huang Sheng desperately recalls that his back waist has hit the windowsill, and he has no way out.

Suddenly, Huang Sheng's eyes lit up. He remembered and remembered the man's appearance. He was pleasantly surprised and said, "yes! He..."

Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from the back of his head, coldly covered his mouth and pulled back.

Huang Sheng threw himself out of control.

This is the third floor.

Zhang Zheng watched Huang Sheng fall out. After a dull sound of his body hitting the ground, Zhang Zheng also saw the man standing on the windowsill.

It was a man dressed in black, wearing a half bag mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

Without hesitation, he turned around and jumped out. Outside the window was a hundred year old Wutong tree. Its branches were just reaching to the window. He wanted to run.

"Stop!"

Zhang Zheng subconsciously pressed the windowsill and jumped out with a clever turn.

Xu Zihan's pupil shrinks: "Zhang Zheng!"

She had no time to catch him, and her fingertips barely touched the corner of Zhang Zhengfei's clothes.

Xu Zihan was stunned and his expression was a little ugly.

When did Zhang Zheng... Become so powerful?

Zhang Zheng had nothing to do with him. He even jumped into a tree with the man and was sliding down the trunk.

Zhang Zheng didn't know anything. He kept swearing in his heart. He didn't know how he jumped out for no reason. The crisscross branches and leaves slapped on his face. Before he could react, his body subconsciously grabbed a fairly solid branch, and then ran down after the man.

Zhang Zheng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have exchanged the ability of six grade fighting skills. As expected, the ability he spent 10 billion in exchange was different. If he said to jump off a building, he would jump off a building!

The man didn't expect Zhang Zheng to catch up so directly. In a hurry, he slowed down. When he landed, he was directly pressed by Zhang Zheng on his shoulder.

The man took out a dagger from his small leg without hesitation and stabbed it with his backhand.

Zhang Zheng subconsciously turned sideways. In his eyes, men's actions were even clumsy.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the man's wrist holding a knife and twisted it directly. He turned behind the man and put a foot on his knee and wrist. The man stumbled and almost knelt down. Zhang Zheng hit the man on the back with an elbow. Only a crisp sound was heard. The man's twisted arm was deformed.

Zhang Zheng was stunned. Did he beat people disabled? Is he so good?

Aware of Zhang Zheng's hesitation, the man took away his fractured arm and ran away.

Zhang Zheng still wanted to chase him, but Xu Zihan shouted to him upstairs: "Zhang Zheng!"

Zhang Zheng looked up and Xu Zihan looked down upstairs: "hide the knife."

Zhang Zheng kicked the thrown knife beside him and wondered, "why?"

Xu Zihan said faintly, "look next to you."

Next to him, Huang Sheng fell in a pool of blood and looked at the sky with a pair of eyes filled with blood. He didn't even know who killed him. He still had an indelible smile on his lips.

Zhang Zheng swallowed his saliva, honestly hid the knife and reported to the police with his mobile phone.

As for rescue? It's no longer necessary. When the back of the head hits the ground, even the second floor may not live.

Unfortunately, let the man run away.

Zhang Zheng looked at the direction the man left and clenched his fist.

In the complicated nightclub, a man in a big hat looked pale, lowered his head, walked quickly through the chaotic dance floor and went straight to the second floor.

The second floor is a box room specially prepared for distinguished guests.

Standing in front of the box door through the gorgeous corridor, the man took a deep breath and pushed the box door open with his trembling left hand.

When the door is closed, all the noise is isolated. There is only a faint smell of pine outside the door.

"Coming?"

With a smile of inquiry, the understatement sounded, and the purple light also lit up.

The man knelt down without hesitation and said calmly, "the task has failed."

The person sitting on the sofa took a sip of red wine and said, "why? I'm hurt?"

The man lowered his head in shame: "yes."

"I don't raise waste."

The man put the goblet on the tea table and the glass collided with each other to make a crisp sound.

The man subconsciously held his breath and couldn't help but speed up his speech: "that Zhang Zheng is not an ordinary person. He knows martial arts. I struggled with him for a while before I reluctantly ran out."

"Really?" the man chuckled. "You can also do martial arts. You can't even beat him?"

Without hesitation, the man opened the sleeve of his right hand, revealed his black and purple arm, which was almost swollen into radish, and said, "this was broken by Zhang Zheng."

The man frowned slightly and whispered, "that's interesting. He has money and knows martial arts... Is he from the martial arts league?"

The man swallowed his saliva: "what if he really is..."

The man didn't answer directly.

He looked at the goblet under the demon red light. The red wine in it was strange and tempting.

"Then... Start with the people around him."