Chapter 987

The wind blowing in from the car window lifted Zhao Sibao's hair.

The morning chill that spread throughout the body was just like Zhao Sibao's mood at this time, a dignified man who suffered the shame of two generations in just one day.

The son was stabbed thirteen times in public, and he was almost killed in his own territory.

The most embarrassing thing is that there are more than forty elites on the 18th floor, and there are also more than a dozen reinforcements who have rushed over, including one of his highly regarded soldiers.

But he still dared not let go of a fight.

In the face of the abnormal Tianmo, Zhao Sibao could only hide as far as he could. He could not even take care of his son's life and death. He only told the yellow-haired man to be on high alert.

How frustrated is this? What a shame?

But this can't be blamed on his subordinates forcibly protecting him back to the main hall. Tianmo's display of strength made Yigan's subordinates not confident enough to protect him.

Only return to the absolutely safe main hall before making plans.

Zhao Sibao wanted to scold his hands, but it was not easy to think of them, and he couldn't mess up people's hearts now, so he finally leaned in his seat and remained silent.

A cigar was held in his mouth for five minutes, but it was never lit with a lighter.

"Four Lord, brother from the hospital called. The assassin did not attack the 18th floor."

When the four black cars were halfway through, a beautiful woman held the phone and reported: "That guy ran away before the official appeared."

"However, Huang Mao and the others are still on the first level of alert, sealing up all the doors, windows and stairs on the 18th floor."

She softly comforted Zhao Sibao, who had thrown away her son and returned to the court: "Young Master Zhao will be fine."

"If it's not for Fourth Master's safety, I really want to meet the assassin in person for a while."

There is still a trace of regret in the pretty woman's eyes: "Look at his sword speed, or my gun speed."

The beautiful woman is 1.7 meters tall and has a distinctive appearance, with a melon-seeded face, bright eyes, and a little hook on her nose. It is delicate but inviolable.

She wore shorts, shorts, and a pair of cloth shoes. She had a fashion and classic charm, but her squinted eyes would pass by.

Feng Jiutian!

The old man is the bodyguard of Zhao Dafei, and Feng Jiutian is the confidant and personal bodyguard of Zhao Sibao. Unless there are special circumstances, he will not leave.

Feng Jiutian has followed Zhao Dabao for many years, but he is strong and soft, and has made countless contributions. He is Zhao Dabao's most trusted person and his confidante.

Zhao Dabao once laughed after drinking. There will be nothing any day. As long as Feng Jiutian is with him, he can make a comeback and regain glory.

Even if there is no chance for Dongshan to make a comeback, as long as Feng Jiutian is by his side, he can live like Goujian as a prisoner.

This is a great sustenance of his life.

Feng Jiu had something to deal with in the morning, so he missed the battle of Tianmo.

When Zhao Sibao heard her report, he said coldly: "He ran quite fast." Then he asked: "How is old Sun?"

Feng Jiutian hesitated for a while, and finally squeezed out two words: "Dead!"

Zhao Sibao was exuberant: "Old Sun is dead?"

Thinking of the old man Sun who had broken up for himself, Zhao Sibao felt a little grateful. If he hadn't taken the shot in time, he would be more ill-fortuned now.

When he ran away, he knew that Old Man Sun would be hard to please, but he didn't expect to die in the hands of the assassin, so he once again felt the power of Tianmo.

"died!"

Feng Jiutian's eyelids twitched, and then he took the topic: "A knife in his chest, he can't die again. The police have intervened and are asking for a confession."

Zhao Sibao became silent. He bit his cigar three times and almost bit off the cigarette butt. Then he turned his head to look at the beautiful woman and said:

"Feng Jiutian, you should do three things: First, let the lawyer intervene, check the surveillance, and urge the police to dig out the details of the assassin as soon as possible."

He was very jealous of Tianmo's existence: "You must kill that guy at any cost, no matter how much money you spend, how many people, I just want him to die."

Feng Jiutian responded respectfully: "Understood."

Zhao Sibao looked at the gradual traffic jam ahead, and said in a cold voice:

"Secondly, seek personal protection from the police and ask the police to send people to the hospital to protect Da Fei's safety."

"Thirdly, call the Sickles team back to the hall. All the guards are on guard, and then I implore Meng Zhao to send a few masters over. I need strict protection."

Feng Jiutian quickly wrote down what Zhao Sibao had ordered: "Don't worry, Si Ye, I will make arrangements right away."

Zhao Sibao took a lighter to light his cigar, and slowly burst out a puff of smoke: "By the way, there is one more thing, find someone to bring the body of Lao Sun back."

Feng Jiutian nodded: "I understand, I will bury the old grandson's head thickly. How can I say that I have been with the Fourth Master for many years, and I have worked hard."

"Not a thick burial."

Zhao Sibao's eyes flickered, and then he lowered his voice: "Put him in the coffin, pack a special plane, and find someone to transport him back to Sun's house."

"Although the old Sun was kicked out by the Sun family for violating the precepts, he was still a member of the Sun family. If he died like this, the Sun family must not be calm."

"It doesn't matter how you beat or scold your people, it's an internal conflict."

Zhao Sibao thought very far-reaching: "But if he is killed by an outsider, then it involves the dignity of the Sun family."

"The Sun family is a family of martial arts and national martial arts champions. Seven out of ten have the surname Sun. Among the six or seven-rank masters of China, the Sun family accounts for 30%."

A ray of light burst into his eyes: "Moreover, the ancestors of the Sun family are like gods."

The beautiful woman's body was shocked, her eyes filled with unconcealable enthusiasm: "Is it the ancestor who was tacitly identified as the'League of Martial Arts'?"

"Yes, I heard that she had been in retreat for many years and broke through again."

Zhao Sibao exhaled a long breath: "Send this old man Sun's body back. If the Sun family gets angry, the assassin will definitely die."

When the beautiful woman pricked her ears to listen, Zhao Sibao revealed a touch of self-deprecation: "If the Sun family intervenes, the assassin will die sooner."

"And this trick can not only kill people with a knife, but also has the meaning of buying bones."

He has his own plan: "When the Sun family sees me being so kind to Old Man Sun, maybe they will send a few people to fight with me."

"With the assistance of the Sun family, the position of deputy leader is just around the corner."

The beautiful woman suddenly realized that she uttered a compliment: "Four masters are wise, Fourth masters are wise, don't worry, I will let old Sun Yijin return home."

Then she asked: "Siye, do you think, who did this attack?"

Hearing this key question, Zhao Sibao shot a murderous shot in his eyes: "I don't know for the time being, I provoke too many enemies."

"That kid has a perverted skill, and suspects that I have an eighth rank. If such a person comes to kill me, the master behind him must not be underestimated."

Zhao Sibao made a judgment in his heart: "At least it's at the rank of the rich, and that's why I want the Sickles to protect."

Feng Jiutian asked in a low voice, "Si Ye, could it be Ye Tianlong?"

"Ye Tianlong?"

Zhao Sibao sneered: "An outsider can send such an assassin? What's a joke?"

"Furthermore, didn't he get arrested? At this time, he should be in a jail. It is difficult to protect himself. How can he be able to deal with us?"

"If I think it is good, I am afraid it has something to do with wealthy people. I am angry that I have been paying off last year's final payment, and I still get the goods from Tu Yan Yao."

Zhao Sibao snorted: "He didn't want to think about it. The Monster Killer is 20% less than him. That's a mountain of banknotes. Am I that stupid?"

Feng Jiutian nodded softly: "The Fourth Master said that."

She originally wanted to say that the slaughter monster was not as good as the rich, and that it would affect the reputation of the 13th League in the long run, but in the end it was taken back.

Just as Zhao Sibao moved around to make himself more comfortable, Feng Jiutian's eyes narrowed like a needle.

Behind, a motorcycle whizzed up, and the person sitting in the back seat was reaching into his arms to hold something.

Looking at the gap between the palm of the hand and the clothes, a touch of metallic light is looming.

"brake!"

Feng Jiutian yelled, leaning forward, and directly pulled down the handbrake to force the car to stop on the spot, even if it overturned.

"Zi!!!"

There was a harsh brake sound, deep tire marks were rubbed on the ground, and the car stopped abruptly.

"Awning!"

Almost when the car stopped, the motorcycle with the traffic police license plate whizzed in, unable to control it, and wiped it through the window glass of Zhao Sibao.

Stop in front of the co-pilot position.

There were two people on the motorcycle. Both of them were burly in stature and wearing helmets. They looked down on their faces, but they were still very aggressive.

Although the motorcycle missed Zhao Sibao's window, the burly man in the back seat reached out a shotgun and shot Zhao Sibao obliquely.

Feng Jiutian pounced on Zhao Sibao.

"Awning!"

Numerous iron sands were sprayed over, and the windows and body of the car were instantly mottled, and dozens of iron sands also hit Feng Jiutian's back from the gap.

"Black Tiger! White Shark!"

Feng Jiutian shook his body a few times, but there was nothing serious about it. He guarded his head and yelled, "Take them down!"

When the rest of the cars opened their doors and jumped out of the 13th League, the motorcycle slammed out of the throttle and rushed out like a sharp arrow.

In the morning breeze, only an angry and regretful shout was left:

"Damn! Almost!"