Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Mr. Hong was stunned. Although he had heard the old housekeeper tell Meng Zhao some urgent information before, he was not so anxious. After a brief exchange of greetings, he changed the topic to this topic.

Generally speaking, the interactions between people with status and status like them are like romantic men and women doing things. The foreplay is very long, mostly building relationships and gathering friendships. After that, they can talk about asking for help.

It was better for Meng Zhaoke to tell his purpose directly, but this alternative style of doing things made Mr. Hong a little novel. He smiled, nodded and said,

"It's okay. I see Mr. Meng looks anxious and wants to come without delay. Please follow me into the house to talk. If you can help me, Lao Hong, I will never refuse."

Meng Zhao didn't show any pretense and called Meng Chuan, Liang Muqiu, and Bai Shicheng to follow him into the house. Cang Shuyun and others stayed in the courtyard to wait for a while, then followed him into the house.

As soon as they entered the room and sat down, before the old housekeeper could pour tea for everyone, Meng Zhao said,

"It happened in a hurry, so I'll keep the story short. Today, my fifth brother and my younger sister took a boat to the outer city of Lingwu and docked at Pier 7, C, North District. They came to look for me, but they were unexpectedly attacked and injured me. The fifth brother kidnapped Meng’s little sister.

Now my little sister is missing, and I want to find her and the person who kidnapped her quickly.

So I beg Mr. Hong to mobilize your men to find out who did this. "

Mr. Hong was a little surprised, his face darkened, and he said with sullenness on his red face,

"Is this happening? Mr. Meng may be sure that this happened on my land?"

It’s no wonder that Mr. Hong is so angry. Most of the land designated as C is his territory, and he follows Mr. Hong’s rules.

Now someone dares to commit murder on the street, rob a young girl, and even rob a relative of such a big shot. Wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

Meng Zhao nodded and pointed at Meng Chuan, whose face was red due to anxiety and congestion.

"This is my fifth brother. He is still injured at this time, and the gauze wrapped under his clothes is still stained with blood.

I have no grudges against Mr. Hong before, so I won’t talk nonsense because of this. I just hope that Mr. Hong can help me. "

"Mr. Meng, there is no need to be like this. This is my territory, Lao Hong. If anyone dares to do this, they are not abiding by my rules, Lao Hong.

Just wait, I'll ask someone to check. It won't take long. "

With that said, Mr. Hong called the old housekeeper, whispered to him, and the old housekeeper quickly walked out of the room.

"Mr. Meng, although this is my territory, I may not be able to grasp everything. I wonder if you have any other clues?"

Meng Zhao's purple eyes narrowed, he paused while turning the jade beads, nodded and said,

"Yes, according to what my fifth brother said, the two of them ran out of the house secretly to look for me. They didn't know Meng's residence beforehand, so they found someone at the dock to find out about me.

The attack happened after the inquiring, so I suspected that they might be coming for me. "

Mr. Hong's expression also softened a bit, which made sense, otherwise he would have thought that Mr. Hong's cards could not hide his face.

But then, he thought of something else, thought about it again and again, and then asked,

"Tie Xiong Fei's whereabouts are still unknown so far. Could it be that he did it?"

Of course Meng Zhao had doubts about the leader of the Iron Hands who he had destroyed, but he still shook his head.

"I had doubted it, but if I think about it carefully, he is alone now, where can he find any help?

Also, if he really takes action, there is no reason to only arrest my little sister, but injure my fifth brother but not kill him.

So I suspect that someone else did this, but I don’t know who he is yet.

Is it because I know that Mr. Hong is the master of truth in this land, so I want to ask for help. "

The two of them talked in a boring way. Meng Chuan's breathing gradually became faster and his eyes became anxious.

Liang Muchiu also noticed that Meng Zhao was playing with the jade beads faster and faster, which showed that his patience was reaching its limit and he was worried.

The old butler who had been sent earlier hurriedly returned to the room with an unsightly expression. In front of Meng Zhao and others, he leaned into Master Hong's ear and said a few words.

Meng Zhao's expression changed. If he had any news, he could tell it openly. Why are you so sneaky? Could it be?

He quickly looked at Bai Shicheng and Liang Muchiu, and saw that they both shook their heads at the same time, and immediately felt a bad premonition.

With their two ears, as long as it is a real sound, no matter how small it is, it cannot escape their observation in this room.

However, they all got nothing, which meant that the old housekeeper never spoke out at all, but used the art of sound transmission to communicate with Mr. Hong.

The reason for whispering is just a gesture.

Meng Zhao didn't know what happened, so he could only observe Hong Ye's performance closely. He saw that when he heard what the old butler said, his expression was startled for a moment, then showed surprise and doubt, and finally turned into hesitation and anxiety.

Before Meng Zhao could speak, Meng Chuan could no longer hold his breath and asked quickly,

"Master Hong, is there any news?"

Watching helplessly, like a drowning person grabbing a rope.

To be honest, at this time, he no longer had any expectations for Meng Rong's chastity. He just wanted to rescue his little sister as soon as possible and then take revenge.

Yes, he is holding a fire in his heart now, and he wants to burn down the entire Lingwu City. If this fire cannot be vented, he will probably go crazy.

Seeing this, the old housekeeper straightened up and walked slowly behind Mr. Hong, like an old tree, unshakable.

However, it can be seen that he is protecting Master Hong in a protective manner.

Mr. Hong thought for a moment, weighed it up, shook his head bitterly and said,

"I'm sorry, Mr. Meng, I think I can't help you, my subordinates."

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Zhao raised his hand to interrupt him and looked directly at him.

The purple eyes glowed, and the vertical pupils were cold and ruthless, as if the heaven from above looked down at a humble ant.

It's like a hungry tiger looking at its plump prey.

Naked malice and evil thoughts, undisguised.

"Master Hong, don't be kidding me. If you want to, there should be nothing you can hide from you in this land.

And for such a big thing as kidnapping people on the street, you can't possibly find nothing, otherwise it will be just a false name.

I hope you can tell who did it. "

Meng Zhao's voice had turned cold, and his tone was unkind.

In the past, it was asking for help, with a lot of humility, but now, it is forcing, and of course, there is still a three-point margin.

Mr. Hong showed an embarrassed look. Although it flashed past, he clearly showed his displeasure and said,

"Mr. Meng, what do you mean? I've already said that I can't help you. My people haven't found anything. I hope you can understand."

Meng Zhao shook his head. Although it was a guess, it was very clear.

"Does the person who did this have a great background and high status? Or is he closely related to you, Mr. Hong?"