"What's wrong with me?"

Jiang He waved his hand indifferently, "I am not a member of you. If you don't mess with me, I'm too lazy to care about your business!"

The house was brought back and the anger was out. Jiang He carried the bag and pulled Jiang Zhengqiang, who was still stunned, and turned around and left the "Hongshan Chong Teahouse".

"Son...son, did we... get the house back so easily?"

Along the way, Jiang Zhengqiang still found it unbelievable.

My son is so powerful? A very powerful "social person" like Wang Zhikun is so vulnerable?

This situation is so dreamy! Jiang Zhengqiang never dreamed that his son was so strong!

Could it be... my son is really a martial arts genius who is rare in a century? He defeated Wang Zhikun so easily?

"How difficult do you think it's?"

Jiang He smiled and shook his head, "Wang Zhikun is just a village tyrant at most, so it's fine if he is the king in Wenxing Street area. If you have to be serious, he can't even be a 'social person'!"

"But... son, you have injured so many people. What if Wang Zhikun calls the police? Will you be arrested?"

At this time, Jiang Zhengqiang became a little worried again. He injured so many people, which was illegal!

"No! He dare not call the police!"

Jiang He didn't care about this at all, "Dad, Wang Zhikun did a lot of things that were not formal, and he didn't dare to call the police at all! Besides, I'm responsible for taking action! Those people just knocked out and were not seriously injured!"

There is another reason. Jiang He didn't tell his father clearly. That is... Wang Zhikun dared to call the police to arrest Jiang He? Aren't he afraid of Jiang He's revenge?

"Oh! It's okay! It's okay!"

When Jiang Zhengqiang heard these words, he felt relieved.

After a while, the two returned home all the way!

"Dad, please pack these things!"

When he got home, Jiang He handed the bag in his hand to Jiang Zhengqiang, "You open it first. If I guess it is correct, it should be more than our real estate mortgage contract!"

"There's something else?"

Jiang Zhengqiang was stunned for a moment and quickly opened his bag.

In addition to the real estate mortgage contract, there is also a bank card in the bag!

"Son, this is..."

Jiang Zhengqiang was holding the bank card, his face was shocked and a little at a loss.

"Just Wang Zhikun's apology!"

Jiang He waved his hand to his father, "Dad, please keep it! If we don't, Wang Zhikun will not be able to sleep peacefully!"

"Is this... this... suitable?"

Jiang Zhengqiang was still hesitating.

"What's wrong? It's not appropriate to not accept it! If you don't accept it, it means that I have to continue to deal with him. I have to accept him before I can feel at ease!"

Jiang He smiled, glanced at his father, raised his head, "Dad, from today on, no one dares to mess with us in Wenxing Street! From now on, you will be the master!"

"What master? I am a small businessman, how dare I call him master?"

Jiang Zhengqiang sighed, shook his head, thinking to himself: "I don't know whether my son has good or bad skills!"

...

In the Hongshan Chong teahouse!

Wang Zhikun dragged his two painful arms and returned to the office on the third floor.

Sitting on the sofa in the office, Wang Zhikun was angry and annoyed, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated.

"I've been so bad for eight lifetimes! Why did I take such an errand? I thought it was a soft persimmon, but it turned out to be a tyrannosaurus. I'm a tyrannosaurus!"

While cursing, Wang Zhikun endured the severe pain and took out his cell phone with difficulty and made a call.

The arm was interrupted by Jiang He, and the dialing movements made Wang Zhikun's mouth twitch violently.

The phone was connected soon!

"Hey? Xiao Wang! What's the matter with me?"

A strange accent came from the phone. The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be unable to speak Mandarin.

"Boss Zhao, I...I didn't get the house you want! I messed up!"

Wang Zhikun cried and explained to people: "Boss Zhao, the Jiang family you mentioned is not simple! Although Jiang Zhengqiang is not worth mentioning, his son is simply a bad star! I can't afford to offend him!"

"Hmm? The evil star? What's going on?"

The voice across the phone suddenly became rapid, as if the person on the other side was very interested in the "Star".

"Jiang Zhengqiang's son Jiang He is simply not a human! It's so scary!"

Thinking of the scene where Jiang He showed his might just now, Wang Zhikun is still scared.

"Boss Zhao, that Jiang He is so powerful and so good at hitting him! My brothers, about ten of them, are not opponents at all. The brothers are all injured! Even I was broken with both arms!"

"I'm sorry! Boss Zhao. I can't get the house you want! I can't do this!"

"Jiang He? He knocked down about ten of you alone? He injured you all?"

I don’t know if I was shocked by Jiang He’s so good at fighting. Boss Zhao’s voice became a little higher, and there was a hint of tremolo in his voice.

"Yes! He is so powerful! Boss Zhao, I really can't do this anymore! I'm sorry!"

Wang Zhikun's face was full of bitterness and regretful! If Boss Zhao had not offered a high price, how could I have cheated Jiang Zhengqiang? How could he provoke that terrifying guy Jiang He?

"Okay! You don't have to worry about this!"

Opposite the phone, Boss Zhao's voice became dull, "That's it! I'm hung up!"

...

At this moment! In an upscale suite at Tancheng Hotel.

A dark-skinned and tall middle-aged man hung up the phone with a frown.

This person is obviously the "Boss Zhao" contacted by Wang Zhikun.

"Jiang He? One fights ten? Hehe! Very good! Very good!"

Boss Zhao walked to the window, reached out and pulled open the curtains, and looked at the busy street outside, an inexplicable look appeared in his eyes.

"I found hundreds of Jiang surnamed in Tancheng, and finally found something! Hope... you are the one I'm looking for!"

Boss Zhao's eyes became deeper, and the look in his eyes... seemed to be a surprise, or as if it was surprised, unpredictable!

"Baru, go there! Go and meet that Jianghe!"

With his hand on the curtains, Boss Zhao turned around and looked behind him.

Behind Boss Zhao, there was a black man sitting on the sofa in the room.

This black man named "Baru" is short, thin, and has a mess of strange patterns on his face.

"yes!"

Hearing Boss Zhao's orders, Baru instantly rushed out of the sofa. His short and thin body was as quick as a cheetah!

"Boss, are you going to live or die?"

Baru pulled out a strange recurve scimitar from his waist and grinned, his white teeth seemed to shine with a cold light.

"Give all your strength! No matter how alive you are!"

Boss Zhao's eyes were cold!
Chapter completed!