The side window glass in the car was not specially made, and it was shattered by Hei Xiazi and others. The two side windows on the right were all broken, and the splashed glass slag shot into the car, and the faces of Miao Renfeng and Wu Liangbin were also scratched by the splashed glass slag.

Miao Renfeng felt his heart bleeding: "I bought it for more than 600,000 yuan, I'm so stupid, this is almost scrapped!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The van behind stopped one after another, and then more than a dozen young men holding hunting rifles rushed out of the car. Heixiao rushed to the front, rushing to Toyota Badao while holding the gun!

Now, even Wang Cheng dared not show up.

"Bang!"

Toyota Domino roared and rushed forward for twenty or thirty meters. With a muffled sound, Wu Liangbin, who was under the seat of the car, suddenly covered his nose and shouted sharply: "Craft! Director of Seedling! Have you smelled the smell? The fuel tank was smashed!"

"It seems to be true!"

Wang Cheng sniffed it carefully and his face turned black!

"Bang!"

Miao Renfeng, who never dared to emerge, didn't pay attention and slammed on a stone tablet that was standing upside the roadside, which could be more than one person tall. He "splashed" and completely turned off the fire.

"It's cold now, it's completely cold!"

Miao Renfeng held the gun in his hand with a little trembling hand, pulled open the car door, and quickly said: "Three men were plotted by a little girl! It's really embarrassing to say it!"

"Bang!"

Wang Cheng quickly reached out of the window and shot outside with his senses. When he wanted to fire the second shot, the sound of an empty gun had already heard from the gun.

"Crazy"

At the same time, more than a dozen people rushed up and roughly pulled open the domineering car door. Before Wang Cheng could fill the bullets, four or five hunting rifles pointed at his head.

"Bang!"

A young man with medium figure, dark skin and a solid look rushed over, and shot Wang Cheng on the head with a gun, shouting coldly: "Are you going to wear a hundred steps into the sun?"

Wang Cheng was smashed to the point where Venus appeared in front of him, and his eyes looked at Hei Xiaozi and others with a cold look, without saying a word.

"Go away!"

Heixiao looked at Miao Renfeng and the other two with cold eyes, raised his hand and shot into the sky, threw his hand and said.

More than half an hour later, in a club in Haibei.

Jia Zhihao, wearing a brown-red suit, smoked a cigarette and asked Fang Zhong opposite him: "These people Zhang Fan have all caught them, right?"

Fang Zhong nodded and shook his head again: "Zhang Fan is not here, and the people who are close to him have been caught. Now he is locked up by Heixiazi on the Bajiao Mountain in the suburbs of the city."

Jia Zhihao smiled coldly: "Huang Long wants to help Zhang Fan and others go to the stage to fight against us, but these people are not the same material, haha."

Fang Zhong smiled and agreed.

"In the past two months, more than one-third of the goods have been dispersed than before." Jia Zhihao's face was gloomy: "We used to be suppressing the goods, and whoever obeyed gave them more goods, but now the goods are backlogged in their own hands and cannot be dispersed."

"Just take Zhang Fan away." Fang Zhong nodded: "Huang Long is an amateur after all, and as long as he removes Zhang Fan, he can't insert it."

"Um."

Jia Zhihao took a sip of cigarette and was about to speak, but suddenly, his cell phone on the coffee table rang.

He picked up his cell phone and saw it was a strange phone number.

"Hey? Who?"

On the other end of the phone, a duck man was heard, sharp, like a voice-changing sound: "Mr. Jia? Let me tell you good news."

Jia Zhihao frowned: "Who are you?"

"Haha, don't bother who I am, I will tell you one thing. Isn't Huang Long your opponent? He is now lying in Jinzhou 535 Hospital and is almost over."

"What did you say?" Jia Zhihao was stunned, widened his eyes and asked, "You're talking about it? Huang Long is in Jinzhou Hospital?"

"Believe it or not! Goodbye!"

The other party didn't talk much, and after saying the news, he immediately hung up the phone.

After hearing the news, Jia Zhihao was completely uneasy.

Fang Zhong next to him also vaguely heard the sound on the phone. He asked in surprise: "Isn't it funny? Huang Long is going to die? Really or not? Who did it?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure if it's a prank!" Jia Zhihao took a deep breath and said, "Huang Long has a big plate and a big goal. After so many years, it's normal to offend some people."

As he said that, Jia Zhihao paused and sucked. He thought for a moment and said, "Fang Zhong! Find a few people immediately and go to the 535 Hospital in Jinzhou to take a look! Make sure if Huang Long is there!"

Fang Zhong replied: "I understand, I'll do it right away!"

"Haha!" Jia Zhihao grinned, looking very happy and relaxed: "There are good news one after another today! If Huang Long really wants to die, this is an opportunity for us! Not only can we directly sweep away Zhang Fan and other clowns, but we can also swallow Huang Long's property."

Fang Zhong also smiled.

Two hours later, it was already past six o'clock in the evening, Jinzhou 535 Hospital.

Zhang Fan came out of Huang Long's ward with anxiety, rubbed his face, and sat on a chair outside the ward without saying a word.

All kinds of surgery were completed, but until now, Huang Long has not woken up, or his consciousness is still in a coma.

Zhang Fan hurried in and took a look, but couldn't speak to Huang Long.

At this moment, Zhang Fan was in extreme depression.

I always think uncontrollably, what if Huang Long is really gone or becomes a fool?

Can this line of printing goods for winter still be maintained?

What to use to wrestle Jia Zhihao?

Zhang Fan didn't know, and was very nervous.

"Buzz buzz ~"

The cell phone in his pocket vibrated. Zhang Fan picked up the cell phone and looked at it. It was a strange phone. He frowned and hung up without thinking.

But what he didn't expect was that the phone had just hung up and the other party called again less than ten seconds.

Zhang Fan answered the phone, suppressed his anger, and asked, "Who are you?"

On the phone, a strange middle-aged man's voice came: "Zhang Fan? I am Fang Zhong! Haha, I heard that you want to mess with me?"

Zhang Fan was silent.

"Haha, let me tell you just that your little brothers are all here with me now!"

Zhang Fan was stunned: "What did you say?"

"Don't you know yet? Then your brothers are not in line with each other's relationship!" Fang Zhong smiled coldly: "Miao Renfeng has one, another named Wang Cheng, and Wu Liangbin! These three are all your brothers, right? Haha! They are all here with me now. If you don't believe me, I'll give you some of their 'tokens', such as giving it to Little Finger, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's face instantly looked ugly.

He immediately hung up the phone and tried to call Miao Renfeng, Wu Liangbin and Wang Cheng, but without exception, all of them could not be reached!

"Tm, what exactly happened?"

Zhang Fan cursed very irritably, bit the bullet and called back Fang Zhong's phone number: "What do you think?"
Chapter completed!