The package was extremely heavy, and no one knew what it contained, but it weighed about half a pound and was very heavy. Once it was opened, there was a sealed compartment inside, and when the compartment was opened again, a strong smell of blood immediately came out.
Zhang Ziqiang's heart trembled and his pupils contracted violently. Inside the sealed layer was a bloody Bifang head.
There was also a note in the package, "Mr. Zhang Ziqiang, this is a small gift from me, please check it. If you are interested, I think we can talk. I will call you again in three hours, and I hope to get a satisfactory answer."
Zhang Ziqiang's pupils shrank again.
Bifang.
Bi Shihua's only son.
His hands were shaking violently, but Zhang Ziqiang didn't throw the package down in the end. He knew that he couldn't get away from it since the moment the package was delivered to his home. Although Bi Shihua almost retreated to the second line, no one dared to treat him as non-existent. As long as he was alive, he was the king of the underground world in Southern Province.
The mysterious man who called did what Zhang Ziqiang had always wanted to do but didn't dare to do. With Bi Fang's death, the Southern Province was almost in his pocket thanks to the prestige he had gained from working with Bi Shihua for so many years. But why did this man want to kill him? What was his purpose? If Bi Shihua knew about it, how would he get away
This series of questions popped up in Zhang Ziqiang's mind one after another, making his mind confused.
To go or not to go.
If he went, it would mean a complete break with Bi Shihua, and it would almost be a situation of no return. If he didn't go, Bi Fang would die, and Bi Shihua would definitely investigate thoroughly. How would he explain this matter then, and would Bi Shihua believe him
Soon, three hours passed. The mysterious man called as promised, "How about it, Mr. Zhang Ziqiang, have you thought about it?"
"address!"
Zhang Ziqiang gritted his teeth, and it was obvious that his attitude was clear.
"Mr. Zhang is really straightforward. Come to No. ××, ×× Road now. When you arrive, you will naturally know who I am."
The address the other party gave was not far from his home. It was a coffee shop, very suitable for discussing things. It seemed that they had prepared in advance. As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw a man wearing a large baseball uniform and a hat motioning at him. Zhang Ziqiang hesitated for a moment and strode over.
"Did you kill Bifang?"
The mysterious man did not answer, but said calmly, "Let me introduce myself first. My last name is Zhou, and you can call me Mr. Zhou San."
Zhang Ziqiang was resentful of the other party's arrogant attitude, and said in a gloomy tone, "I don't care whether you are the Third Master or the Fourth Master, but this is Southern Province. Now, with just one phone call from me, I can make you disappear from the face of the earth immediately. I guarantee that even the Public Security Bureau won't be able to find you."
Zhou San didn't care either. He took off his hat, and a face covered with scars, as if kissed by the god of death, appeared in front of him. "Mr. Zhang may be able to do this, but I can guarantee that Mr. Zhang will disappear before that."
Even though Zhang Ziqiang's hands were stained with a lot of blood, he was shocked by the sinful face and felt that this person was not a good person. But now Bifang is dead and the others are here. It can be said that there is no way out. However, his tone did not soften. "You dare to kill Brother Hua's son. If I catch you now and hand you over to Brother Hua, how much money will he give me?"
Mr. Zhou San seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he laughed so hard that he fell backwards, but under that terrifying face, people only felt an extremely gloomy feeling.
"Mr. Zhang, let's get straight to the point. Although Bi Shihua saved you, there is probably no one in the world who wants Bifang dead more than you. As long as Bifang is alive, Bi Shihua will always be hesitant between you and Bifang on the issue of succession. Yes, you have worked hard and made great contributions, but Bifang is Bi Shihua's son after all. No matter how great your contributions are, can they be higher than the blood relationship?"
"You are Bi Shihua's confidant, but not Bifang's confidant, and your relationship with Bifang is not close. What if Bi Shihua will..." Mr. Zhou deliberately dragged out his voice, "Then Mr. Zhang will be in an awkward situation."
Zhang Ziqiang's eyelids twitched. Yes, this was what he was most worried about. If Bi Shihua passed the position to Bi Fang, he was not sure whether all his efforts over the years would be in vain.
"Let me show you something else. This is Bi Shihua's handwriting. You should recognize it."
As Zhou Sanye spoke, he took out a small note and handed it to Zhang Ziqiang. The note read the following.
"Mr. Chu, I'm very sorry for the unpleasantness between us before. I would like to express my most sincere apologies to Mr. Chu. Please forgive my presumption. Nan Province has no intention of coveting Mr. Chu's land. I am old and will not live long. I was deceived by Brother Hua before. If Mr. Chu is willing to write off our previous affairs, these things will be regarded as my generous gifts to Mr. Chu. It's just a small gift, not a respect."
There was only a note but no content. Obviously, those "contents" must be in the hands of Zhou Sanye. Zhang Ziqiang recognized Bi Shihua's handwriting. It was undoubtedly his handwriting. But he didn't expect Bi Shihua to lower his attitude so much in front of Chu Yuntian. This was almost equivalent to ceding land to seek peace.
"Not long ago, Bi Fang was preparing to go to Guang Province with these things from Dong Province. Mr. Zhang has always been Bi Shihua's trusted general. Now he did not give such a thing to Mr. Zhang but gave it to his son. I don't need to explain the meaning. Moreover, if Chu Yuntian really wiped out the previous dirty tricks with Bi Shihua, when Bi Shihua passed away and Bi Fang took over, Bi Fang, who was free of external threats, would not give Mr. Zhang a place."
Mr. Zhou talked calmly, neither hurried nor slow, just smiling at Zhang Ziqiang, but that smile didn't look very friendly because of his face. "Mr. Zhang, you should know that the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer. I have helped Mr. Zhang solve the Bifang problem, and I will also help Mr. Zhang solve the Bi Shihua problem, and I guarantee that Mr. Zhang will become a big shot in the Southern Province..."
Zhang Ziqiang's heart suddenly beat violently. The big boss of Southern Province was the position he had always dreamed of. But he also knew that Mr. Zhou San was willing to help him so much, so he must have asked for it very much. After a pause, he did not agree immediately, "Are you so kind? There is no such thing as a free lunch. What do you want me to do for you?"
"Mr. Zhang is indeed a smart man. I don't need you to help me much." Mr. Zhou San laughed, "As long as you become a big boss in Southern Province, cooperate with me to kill someone."
"who?"
"Chu Yuntian!" (To be continued)