When Wang Hao came to Yilong, the first thing he saw was a white-haired old man. Two strong men stood behind the old man.

"Wang Hao, sit!" said Yilong.

After Wang Hao sat down, he looked at Yilong and asked, "Uncle, this person is..."

"I will introduce you to you. This is the master of the Hongmen Branch of our S Province. I fled to the provincial capital because of some things, thanks to the eighth master taking it in." Yilong briefly explained the origin of him and eighth master.

"Master Eighth Master, I'm lucky to see Master Eighth Master's style in my life." Wang Hao immediately smiled, then stretched out his hands to shake hands with Master Eighth Master.

Yilong was stunned and secretly praised in his heart: "Wang Hao was not like this before. Why did he leave Jiangcheng for a few years? When he returns, his face becomes so thick. He is still lucky to have three lives, fuck!"

The Eighth Master stared at Wang Hao and shook his hand gently with the other party. He couldn't find anything unusual about the other party. Generally, young people on the Tao saw him, basically Wang Hao was like this now.

"The Eighth Master came to our Jiangcheng this time, mainly because he had a disciple missing here." Yilong said that he wanted to repay the favor of the Eighth Master, so he naturally had to be more active, but he thought in his heart that the man named Liu Xiong was probably killed by Wang Hao, but he would definitely not say such words, let alone tell the Eighth Master.

"I don't know what the eighth master's disciple is named, whether there are any photos, and when will he come to Jiangcheng. The boy still has a little energy in Jiangcheng, so he can help find it." Wang Hao said humbly. As for what he thought in his heart, only he knew.

The Eighth Master didn't say anything, stared at Wang Hao for a few seconds, then waved his hand gently, and a man behind him took out his cell phone and put it in front of Wang Hao.

Wang Hao glanced at his phone and there was a photo of Liu Xiong on it.

"His name is Liu Xiong, and he is my closed disciple. At night, he took the last high-speed train to Jiangcheng, moved into the railway community near the railway station, and never came out again, and he disappeared from then on." The Eighth Master kept staring at Wang Hao's eyes as he spoke.

Wang Hao's eyes did not dodge. He had fought with so many big men in Jiangcheng, and fought with Zhang Chengye for two years in Linhai. He experienced bullets in Africa. At this time, no matter who he saw or what he encountered, he could basically be calm.

"So, I can find someone to check it out. I wonder what this disciple of Eighth Master came to Jiangcheng for? Who did he know in Jiangcheng?" Wang Hao asked.

"He came to Jiangcheng to kill people." Eighth Master said word by word.

Wang Hao was stunned, but there was no abnormality on the surface, and asked: "Who should I kill?"

"Kill you!" When the Eighth Master said the word "kill you", he stared at Wang Hao's eyes tightly, but he was disappointed because there was no fluctuation in Wang Hao's eyes.

"Haha... Master Eighth Master, you are joking!" A little Qing, Wang Hao laughed out loud.

"Haha..." Master Eighth also laughed.

"Haha..." Yilong laughed.

After laughing, the eighth master stood up, hugged Yilong and said, "There is still something to do, let's go first."

"Master Eighth Master, you have finally come to Jiangcheng. As a junior, you have not yet finished your friendship with a landlord. Let's have a meal together at noon?" said Yilong.

"No need, stay there." Eighth Master left with two disciples.

After Yilong came back, Wang Hao was drinking tea with an indifferent expression on his face.

"Boy, the Eighth Master is a little bit powerful at the Hongmen headquarters. Did you kill his disciple named Liu Xiong?" asked Yilong.

"Uncle, everyone else has come to the door of the house. How can I not resist? Of course, I have to take action first. As for Hongmen, huh, how much influence does Hongmen have in China now?" Wang Hao snorted coldly and said.

Yilong didn't say anything, picked up the tea and took a sip, and said, "Now it is the world of you young people, you can do it yourself. By the way, you should avoid getting involved in Su Meng's affairs in the future." Yilong suddenly stared at Wang Hao with a stern face.

"What happened to Su Meng?" Wang Hao blinked, not understanding the meaning of a dragon.

"She is in her thirties and has not been married yet. If a man chases her in the future, you'd better stay away from her. Do you understand?" said Yilong.

"Hehe!" Wang Hao smiled awkwardly and said, "Uncle, you can't introduce Wan Xinrong, right? How could he, a second-generation ancestor, be worthy of Sister Su?"

"How can you not be worthy? You are a poor loser, how can you not be worthy of a rich second generation?" Yilong said to Wang Hao, very angry with Wang Hao. With his temper when he was young, he had already found someone to cut off Wang Hao, but now he is old and has also washed his hands. In addition, his daughter Su Meng and Wang Hao are not clear about it, and he is not married without Wang Hao. He can only sigh at home, and he can't get in and help.

"If Sister Su really falls in love with someone, it will be useless for me to stop him." Wang Hao said.

"Hmph!" Yilong snorted angrily, because Wang Hao's words were not wrong. If Su Meng really fell in love with someone, let alone Wang Hao, his father would not be able to stop him.

"Uncle, tell me about the past." After crossing the threshold of thirty years old, Wang Hao suddenly wanted to listen to the experiences and life experiences of his predecessors. When he was twenty years old, he couldn't listen at all, and felt that the world would revolve around him.

Yilong is old and is willing to talk about the past, as if the elderly have this habit.

One loves to talk, the other loves to listen, but it is so happy. As he is talking, Lingling... Wang Hao's cell phone ringing. He looked at it and found that it was Gu Qianer's call, so he immediately pressed the answer button: "Hey, Qianer, is there anything wrong?"

"Uncle, it's not good." Qian'er's voice trembled a little.

"What's wrong?" Wang Hao felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"The Eighth Master is dead." Gu Qianer said.

"What?" Wang Hao's voice instantly rose octave.

"A heavy truck was knocked out by a car more than ten meters away on Renmin Avenue, and all three people in the car died on the spot." Gu Qianer said quickly.

"People's Avenue? When did it happen?" Wang Hao asked.

"Twenty minutes ago, I just received the news." Gu Qianer said.

"Have the heavy truck driver controlled it?" Wang Hao frowned and asked.

"The driver is escaping, and the police are chasing the whole city." Gu Qianer said.

"Spread our people out too. Before it gets dark, you must find them for me." Wang Hao said.

"Yes!" Gu Qianer hung up the phone.

Yilong was very anxious. Seeing Wang Hao put down his cell phone, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"The Eighth Master just left here and was killed by a heavy truck." Wang Hao said with a frown.

"What?" Yilong was stunned. He owed the eighth master a favor: "Boy, say, did you do it?"

"Uncle, I didn't know who was with you when I came, so how could I make arrangements in advance?" Wang Hao said.

"That's right." Yilong nodded.

"Someone wants to frame me." Wang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and shot out a cold light.
Chapter completed!