Zhang Heng's voice was dull, as if he was saying what he had eaten today, but it was these plain words that uncovered the scars that had not yet healed in the old man's heart, revealing a shocking bright red again...

The old man seemed to be unable to suppress his anger. His eyes, which were filled with anger and resentment, were bleeding and red, staring at Zhang Heng, "You are simply a beast!"

"I like this title." Zhang Heng said lightly, regardless of the old man's gaze, but focused on the largest black and white portrait. His slender fingers slightly slashed across some yellowed photos. He suddenly exclaimed, took off the portrait with interest and held it in his hand. "When I killed him, I really didn't realize that your grandson was actually a talented person."

"Don't touch Yu'er with your dirty hands. You murderer, let me go!" the old man roared with his eyes bursting.

"Okay, I won't touch it." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and relaxed his hand slightly. Suddenly, the photo frame that was shiny and shined to the ground with a click, completely shattering.

"You!" The old man glared his eyes widened, covered his chest tightly, and gasped loudly. His eyes at Zhang Heng were filled with indescribable hatred. "Didn't you expect that the chairman of the Hung Xing Technology is such a despicable person?"

Zhang Heng then showed a strange look and looked at the old man with his head tilted, "Who can compare to you when it comes to poor work?"

The old man's expression flashed, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Don't you understand?" Zhang Heng slowly raised his feet, stepped on Xu Haoyu's portrait naturally, and subconsciously crushed his feet, which made the old man even more angry. At this time, he said, "In March and April this year, someone hired an international killer organization called the Spear of God to offer a reward for my parents and relatives. At that time, I was wondering who it was, but then I thought about it, there might not be anyone except you, a group of shameful mice."

"If you want to add a crime, there is no reason to worry about it." The old man sneered, simply closing his eyes and not answering.

"Yes, there was indeed no evidence last time." Zhang Heng nodded, showing a thoughtful look. "But this time, it seems that someone has joined forces with certain reactionary forces abroad to attack my company. Although it has little impact on me, it is still disgusting to let these mice rag on their own under my nose. So, in order to attract the group of mice, I had to come to Jingzhou for a trip in person."

"Ha, I don't think those foreign reactionary forces have anything to do with me." The old man's face changed slightly when he heard this, but he instantly returned to calm.

"It's okay, I didn't say it must be you." Zhang Heng said naturally, but the more this happened, the colder the old man's heart was. "Some time ago, when I was bored, I collected some information. For example, when your eldest son was a secretary, more than one hundred and fifty bank cards were added to you and your relatives. There were also your second son. Among the seven municipal projects, I found thirteen accounts that could not be checked in the accounts, and the Seventh Construction Company where your youngest daughter was also found..."

Whenever Zhang Heng told a situation, the old man trembled all over. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhang Heng with a murderous gaze, "What are you kidding?"

"There are several items that seem to be your butt. Don't tell me that you are unaware of it." Zhang Heng spoke unquestionably, "And I think these evidences are enough for your children and grandchildren to shoot them several times, right?"

"What evidence do you have?" The old man narrowed his eyes and his expression became colder and more severe.

"Of course there is evidence." Zhang Heng nodded, suddenly showing a secret look. He lowered his head and looked at the old man in front of him who was almost in a twilight age. He whispered in his ear, "You will see it soon."

When the old man heard this, he suddenly had a cold war. He subconsciously thought that before his grandson Xu Haoyu died, various criminal information was leaked on the Internet, which eventually aroused the indignation of the people and the attacks of political enemies. This matter has not been completely suppressed even today...

"You...you can't do this..." The old man seemed to have lost all his strength and said dejectedly, "What do you want, what do you want? I can promise you, just ask you not to expose these things..."

"Now you know you're scared?" Zhang Heng shook his head and gently patted the old man's head like an elder, "It's a pity... it's too late!"

"You...!" The old man slapped Zhang Heng's hand and growled in a stern and timid manner, "You are simply a beast!"

"Shh!" Zhang Heng smiled, and suddenly put a finger on his lips, "It seems that your other grandson is here."

The old man was shocked. He first showed joy, but then the joy was replaced by panic. Before he could say anything, the door of the room where he was in was suddenly pushed open! A young man with joy looked pushed the door and entered directly.

"Grandpa, good news, Zhang Heng was indeed surrendered..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that there was one more person in the dim room.

"Xiaojie, go out!" the old man immediately shouted loudly, and at the same time gave a wink at him.

The young man was stunned. He looked at the old man with a very bad face, then looked at Zhang Heng, who was condescending in front of the old man, and asked subconsciously, "Who are you?"

Zhang Heng showed a cramped smile and raised his hand gently. Suddenly, the young man flew backwards in the old man's horrified gaze. With a bang, the young man's body hit the wall behind him heavily. In a vague way, the old man seemed to hear a sound of bone shattering!

"Ah!" The old man's eyes were so bloody that he had no idea where he had the strength to stand up quickly. However, Zhang Heng slapped it casually, and the old man felt an indescribable strange force coming from his shoulder. He sat down again, and a creaking sound came from the wooden chair under him!

"Don't worry, I can't die." Zhang Heng said lightly.

"Zhang Heng, how can you let us go? All this is done by me alone, and it has nothing to do with my son, daughter, and grandson!" The old man's always strong face finally showed a plea, "Let innocent people go, if you are still an individual, then come to me if you have anything to do!" At this time, his heart was filled with fear of facing the unknown. He didn't know how Zhang Heng did all this, but he vaguely understood that if he didn't do this, he might be in a crisis of overturning his entire family!

The old man suddenly felt a little regretful in his heart.
Chapter completed!