Chapter 449

In the luxury car, Zhong Wentao closes his eyes to relieve the sour feeling in his eyes. Recently, there are too many things that he has been working hard. He feels a little old.

Knead the acupoints around the eyes, a few minutes later, the feeling of fatigue will be a lot easier, and then open the eyes, the eyes are already a piece of pure light, the eyes are very God.

"What do you think of it?" Zhong Wuwen suddenly opened his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Wentao didn't respond.

"Zhong He is seriously injured. I'm afraid they will attack you soon." Zhong Wuwen is a little worried. It's all his grandson. If he breaks one, at least he can't lose another.

"They are bound to attack me. I don't care." Zhong Wentao spoke calmly. If he worried about this, he would not fight back.

As long as Bai Shiyun can protect themselves and those people come to him, that's enough.

Zhong Wuwen was silent for a moment, obviously not satisfied with Zhong Wentao's answer, and there was no way.

The driver drove carefully in front of him and didn't dare to make any noise.

Fortunately, the two people behind did not care about the existence of the driver, so that the driver can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Kanghui must learn a lesson." Zhong Wentao opened his mouth calmly. He didn't expect that the lesson he had taught him that day was not big enough.

Gunshot wounds can't make Kanghui afraid, so they must do some substantial harm, otherwise the Kang family will never compromise.

"What are you going to do?" Zhong Wuwen asked softly.

"Make an example of others." Spit out four words, the plan has been completely formed in my mind, waiting for him is to implement.

That night, Zhong Wentao appeared in kangmeng's Hotel, waiting for kangmeng's appearance in the last lounge.

Pop.

The light in the rest room is turned on. Kangmeng comes in from the outside and sees Zhong Wentao sitting on the sofa. His face becomes very ugly.

"Why are you!" "How did you get in?" he cried? Somebody! Come on

"If I were you, I wouldn't talk so loud." When he comes to kangmeng, Zhong Wentao directly reaches out his hand and jams kangmeng's neck to prevent him from making any sound.

Kang Meng closed the door and stood obediently in front of Zhong Wentao. He didn't know how to lead the Buddha over again. What was he going to do.

"Zhong He was injured and almost died." He spoke softly, but he didn't quite understand“ How is Kanghui? "

"He's fine." Kang Meng spoke directly and knew that this matter was related to Kang Hui.

But he is not Kanghui. Why do you want to trouble him?

The last bloodstain has made him very shameful. He called the police himself and let him be arrested. The police also questioned him. What a torture it was for him.

"But my brother is very bad." Zhong Wentao spoke directly.

He is a short guard, even Zhong He can't let people bully him.

Kang Meng's face is hard to see the extreme. If he doesn't understand what Zhong Wentao means, he's lying, but it has nothing to do with him.

The pistol was taken out by Zhong Wentao, and the muzzle of the pistol was put directly into kangmeng's mouth.

With more things in his mouth, he didn't speak so smoothly.

When his teeth bit the gun iron, the cold touch made him cool, and his fear gradually deepened. He wanted to leave here and leave the control of the devil immediately.

"What are Kang's plans?" Zhong Wentao asked softly.

"I..." Kang Meng just wanted to say that he didn't know.

"Don't lie." The pistol goes into his mouth again. Kangmeng's mouth is greatly opened. He even feels that if Zhong Wentao wants to, he can swallow the pistol directly.

It's important to protect his life. How dare he lie: "kill you, they will kill you!" Sobbing out of these words, said twice Zhong Wentao to understand.

The pistol is still in his mouth. Kangmeng wants to remind Zhong Wentao to take out the pistol first, but Zhong Wentao starts with a smile: "thank you for telling me this. I'm sorry."

The next second, kangmeng didn't understand what Zhong Wentao meant. The pistol had been pulled, and the bullet blew up the back of kangmeng's head. Blood and brain all splashed on the door, and kangmeng died.

Releasing his hand, Kang Meng fell to the ground with a pistol in his mouth. Zhong Wentao opened the door and left. Before the hotel security appeared, he quickly left the place, leaving nothing but the pistol.

The news of common's death spread all over the family in an instant.

The Kang family knew the news for the first time. Kang Hui was still in bed. Before his gunshot wound was healed, he heard that Kang Meng was dead. He could not help thinking of the Zhong family.

As soon as Zhong He was injured, Kang Meng died. This is not Zhong's revenge. What else can it be?

But the Zhong family has always been low-key, never so high-profile counterattack, how can this happen, who did it?

Kangmeng's restaurant was completely closed. The whole restaurant was blocked by the police. There was no clue except for the pistol.

That pistol is something that any family can get. It can't be used as evidence against anyone.

If the murderer can't be found in the case, the corpse can't be buried all the time. The Kang family has already understood the murderer's mind. They not only want to kill, but also want to make the dead people stay in peace. What's more cruel than this?

Kang family, everyone gathered together. Even Kang Hui, who was in a good condition, was in a wheelchair. Kang Wenlong, who was in a wheelchair, looked like a pair of twin brothers, at least to the same extent.

"It must have been made by the Zhong family." Kanghui cold mouth, directly to the spearhead Zhong Wentao, want revenge.

"Well, what if it was made by the Zhong family?" Cumingli retorted with disdain: "you hurt Zhong He, that is to give someone else the handle to fight back. Now seventh uncle because you were killed, you have no responsibility at all."

"Me Kanghui was pushed back, and his face became worse.

"It's not his fault. If you hadn't cooperated with Zhong Wentao all the time, I don't think we would have lost so miserably. In fact, you have been secretly reporting to Zhong Wentao?" Kang Wenlong said coldly: "I remember that Officer Yang under your command has a good relationship with Zhong Wentao. Maybe he is the one who helps you deliver the news."

"Do you have any evidence?" Cummingli asked coldly.

"Enough!"

Kang Wen, the head of the Kang family, scolds coldly. If there is still a civil war at this time, how can we deal with the people outside?

Three men turn their heads together, and no one wants to say more.

Zhong Wentao does things. They just know that they can't do anything.

The Zheng family and the Jiang family are already Zhong Wentao's helpers. Their cooperation with the Ximen family is not going well. It won't be good if they start rashly. This is the purpose of today's meeting. They don't go directly to the Zhong family.

"Dad, the seventh uncle died so miserably. Don't you avenge him? He's your brother." Kang Wenlong discontented mouth, want to take the opportunity to clean up zhongwentao and Zhongjia people, no good excuse how to line?

The ready-made excuse is right in front of them. Why not?

"That's stupid."

Kang Mingli directly sneered, and regardless of Kang Wen's face, he got up and left.

He can't be the next head of the Kang family. What happens to the Kang family has nothing to do with him. His cooperation with Zhong Wentao continues. There's no need to help the Kang family deal with Zhong Wentao. Besides, it's not necessarily successful.

After calculating the efforts of both sides, he decided that it would be better for him to go back and recuperate well. Otherwise, it would be better if Zhong Wentao would treat him next time.

In the villa.

The scar on Bai Shiyun's arm is much better. The gauze has been removed and there are light colored scars on it.

When Zhou Zihan knew this, he would not go to school any more. He asked for leave from his teacher and had to take care of Bai Shiyun 24 hours at home. He had to wait until Bai's scars were removed before he went back to school.

Every day with Bai Shiyun side, on time by the point to remind Bai Shiyun wipe scar cream, but really did not fall once, the effect is very good.

Every day, Bai Shiyun will take a picture of scar when she wakes up and send it to the Internet, so that more people can see the effect of her scar removing cream, but some people will doubt that this is a fake photo that she used some means to make.

She has promised to hold a press conference after the scar is completely eliminated, let all reporters see the effect with their own eyes directly at the press conference, and directly launch 1000 bottles of scar cream.

This is undoubtedly a super gimmick for scar removing cream, but it covers up the limelight under the bizarre killing of Kanghui, and the effect is not as good as expected.

Bai Shiyun admits that she is a little bit disappointed. The things she had planned suddenly made mistakes. How can she feel at ease? She was sullen all night. It was useless for Zhou Zihan to tell jokes, and she felt a little frustrated.

When Zhong Wentao came back, he saw Zhou Zihan sitting on the sofa sullen. He also felt strange: "what are you doing without going to bed so late?"

"It's not sister Shiyun." Zhou Zihan explained the matter helplessly.

Zhong Wentao touched his nose and suddenly felt guilty.

His plan disrupts Bai Shiyun's plan. This is because the flood flushed the Dragon King temple. He is actually the culprit for Bai Shiyun's unhappiness. This charge is a bit big.

"Brother Zhong, sister Shiyun listens to you most. You'd better comfort her." Zhou Zihan said, hugging Zhong Wentao, and went upstairs to bed.

After a look upstairs, Zhong Wentao raises his feet and doesn't intend to tell Bai Shiyun why kangmeng died.

After knocking on the door, Bai Shiyun is still up.

"You're back." Seeing Zhong Wentao coming in, Bai Shiyun was a little surprised. He thought that Zhou Zihan was coming again.

"I hear you're not happy." Zhong Wentao walks in with a smile and hands Bai Shiyun a rose from the kitchen vase downstairs.

"Thank you." With a smiling face, Bai Shiyun is really happy.

Simply smell the rose, feel a bit of the smell of today's dinner, look at the room, there is no dinner things, where is the taste?

When Zhong Wentao touches his nose, he naturally knows what Bai Shiyun is looking for.