After leaving Antique Street, as if he had noticed something, Xie Bowen frowned, quietly leaned into Meng Zezhi's ear, and whispered, "Dad, someone is following us."
"Huh?" At this moment, Meng Zezhi's thoughts were all about the seal, and when he heard this, he said casually, "Is it a paparazzi or your fan?"
"It shouldn't be." Xie Bowen squinted his 3 Baidu myopia and said hesitantly.
Meng Zezhi followed his line of sight, and on the glass windows of the shop opposite, he could clearly see seven or eight men walking towards them aggressively behind them.
Xie Bowen was a little apprehensive: "Dad, why don't we stop a taxi and go."
"Don't tell me, it's not your dad's style of running away from battle. Besides, I also want to know what kind of hatred this group has with our father and son." Meng Zezhi held a folding fan in his right hand and slapped it on the palm of his left hand: "Go, Find a place with fewer people to meet them."
"Brother, they have gone through the underground passage." The tall man said flatteringly.
"You still need to say, when I'm blind, go and follow." The middle-aged man with a beer belly said in a vicious voice.
When they got there, Meng Zezhi stopped and looked back at the entrance of the passage.
When the middle-aged man with beer belly approached and saw his face clearly, Xie Bowen's expression changed: "Hou Wanhua?"
Hou Wanhua stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves, his eyes narrowed into a gap, stared at Xie Bowen, and said sullenly: "Xie Bowen, you have been living quite comfortably these days, but I'm miserable, and I'm in the hospital. Lie for more than two months."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Meng Zezhi remembered.
Some time ago, Xie Bowen broke the leg of a drunken investor who wanted to take advantage of him at a movie celebration banquet starring him.
This investor is not the Hou Wanhua in front of him.
Hou Wanhua has little patience, but he has a good background, black and white have something to do with each other. In order to help Xie Bowen suppress this matter, Duan Congyan paid a lot of money, and the cash sent out was no less than 5 million.
Because of this, Xie Bowen also had to leave the United States to avoid the limelight.
On the third day of not wanting to return to China, he ran into Hou Wanhua again.
Looking at the aggressive look of the other party, it is clear that he does not want to give up.
The reason why Xie Bowen dared to attack Hou Wanhua at the beginning was because he was angry, and secondly, he didn't know Hou Wanhua's identity.
Now that he knows, he can't stand up anymore.
In the end, it was because of lack of confidence.
Xie Bowen took a step back like a conditioned reflex. He was nervous and pretended to be calm: "You have already accepted the money and property from my Uncle Duan, isn't this over?"
"It's over?" Hou Wanhua smiled but said, "Just kidding! You guys are just wishful thinking, I didn't agree."
Xie Bowen was really annoyed by Hou Wanhua's shamelessness, but he didn't even have the courage to resist.
He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "What do you want?"
"What do you want me to do?" Hou Wanhua sneered, "I'll give you two choices, or honestly let me break your legs."
As he spoke, a lustful look flashed in his eyes: "Or, stay with me for two months."
"What are you looking at, go to the side..." The tall tall man scowled and threw the passers-by away.
Xie Bowen opened his eyes angrily, his teeth rattling: "Don't think about—"
"I advise you not to make a decision lightly." Hou Wanhua threatened: "Duan Congyan can protect you for a while, but he can't protect you for the rest of your life. If he really annoys me, I have hundreds of ways to keep him from eating. go."
"You—" Xie Bowen's eyes instantly turned red.
The more desperate Xie Bowen became, the more proud Hou Wanhua became: "It would be great if you had been obedient to me from the beginning, and there would not have been so many bad things happening."
Saying that, he took two steps forward and reached out to touch Xie Bowen's face.
The next moment, a folding fan blocked his hand.
"Okay," Meng Zezhi laughed angrily, "It's said that people who are the most humble are invincible, but today I have gained a lot of knowledge."
"Who are you?" Hou Wanhua noticed that there were other people present.
Meng Zezhi sneered and said, "The people who cleaned up you."
After speaking, he raised his foot and kicked Hou Wanhua's stomach fiercely.
"puff."
Being kicked in the face, Hou Wanhua's facial features twisted into a ball, and he spit out a mouthful of sour water, he bared his teeth and grinned: "Fuck—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Meng Zezhi reached out and grabbed his hair. Hou Wanhua was in pain and walked forward with his hand, then slammed into the wall.
With a bang, Hou Wanhua rolled his eyes and fainted, leaving only a bloodstain on the wall.
Seeing this scene, the tall man was stunned and shouted, "Big brother."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head to look at Meng Zezhi, and said sharply, "What are you still doing, come on—"
Only then did the people around him react, and they immediately surrounded Meng Zezhi.
Then Meng Zezhi kicked him one by one and flew out.
Xu Shi's residual consciousness was at work, and his son was humiliated like this. Meng Zezhi made a ruthless attack. After a while, apart from him and Xie Bowen, only the thin tall one was left intact.
Hearing the mourning of his companions, the tall man swallowed his saliva, his face horrified, and his mouth trembled: "You, you wait for me—"
As he said that, he struggled to support Hou Wanhua, who was unconscious, and stumbled away.
Xie Bowen only reacted. After the great sadness and joy, he looked worried: "Dad, we have a big deal, and the Hou family and Liu family will not let us go." Maybe he will also tire Uncle Duan.
The Hou family is in politics and the Liu family is in business. Both of them are well-known in the capital. Hou Wanhua is the only younger brother of the current head of the Hou family, and his mother is the most favored daughter of the Liu family. Therefore, Hou Wanhua has always been the Hou and Liu family. detached existence.
Otherwise, how dare he be so arrogant!
"It's uncertain who won't let go!" Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his left hand, and shook it lightly, only to see a small strand of hair caught between his index and middle fingers.
If he didn't have a trump card, he would dare to attack Hou Wanhua in broad daylight.
Now that everyone is fighting, let's just play something powerful.
"Go, go to the paper shop."
When he got home, Xie Bowen had an extra box of white candles in his arms.
When Han Daqin arrived, what he saw was the scene of Xie's father and son pinching the villain with melted candles.
"You came just in time, come and help." Meng Zezhi ordered unceremoniously.
"Hey." Han Daqin replied, found a chair next to Meng Zezhi and asked, "Uncle Xie, what should I do?"
"It's simple," Meng Zezhi pointed to him. "You can shape a melted candle into a villain. Don't forget to add this to the villain's head."
He was talking about the neatly arranged strands of hair tied with red ropes on the table.
These hairs vary in length, with the shortest being less than half a centimeter.
Han Daqin asked while doing it, "Uncle Xie, what's the use of doing this?"
Meng Zezhi didn't lift his head, and said lightly, "Take care of a daring fellow."
"Who?" Han Daqin asked subconsciously.
Meng Zezhi didn't answer any more. He grabbed a little man, took out a needle from the water, held it with tweezers, placed it on the candle and burned it for a while, then stuck it into the little man's stomach and pulled it out again. , leaving only a black pinhole.
Then put the tied man into the sink.
Among these villains, in terms of blood relationship, one with a whole hair buried in his head represents Hou Wanhua himself, six half-haired represent his parents, brothers and children, and twelve one-thirds of hair represent his sons and daughters. His uncle and nephew...
The specific numbers were calculated by Meng Zezhi, covering most of the relatives of Hou Wanhua's father and mother's family.
No one is perfect, especially those in business and politics. Except for a small number of honest people who adhere to the bottom line, they have committed crimes more or less. Either someone is covering it.
No matter which one it was, all Meng Zezhi had to do was to make a hole in their protective cover.
Seeing that Meng Zezhi didn't answer him, Han Daqin looked at Xie Bowen as if asking for advice.
Xie Bowen was half hopeful and half apprehensive, and said suspiciously: "Hou Wanhua."
"Hou Wanhua?" Han Daqin stared slightly.
The author has something to say:
Xie Bowen: Wait, isn't this the role of the heroine in the TV series
Duan Congyan: Oh!