"Fu Hui!" Zhan Luohan shouted casually.

Fu Hui immediately ordered his subordinates to hold Zhan Jianglie and press him to kneel on the ground.

Zhan Luohan held his arms and sat on the leather sofa in front of him, looking down at him in a condescending position, "You still have a chance now."

Zhan Jianglie's lips trembled gently, and he kept swallowing his saliva, "Xiaohan, I don't understand what you are talking about at all!"

Don’t understand? Zhan Luohan sneered. This old guy is really stubborn! It’s time for this, and he still doesn’t want to say anything!

In fact, since he woke up from his injury, he has doubted who was the one who was killed by Luo Han.

Many evidence at that time pointed to Zhan Jianglie, but he disappeared without a trace soon, so he didn't have time to ask anything.

"Fu Hui, he said he didn't understand!"

Zhan Luohan raised his cold black eyes and looked at Fu Hui.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Hui pulled out a dagger emitting cold light from his pocket, raised his hands, and respectfully handed it to Zhan Luohan's hand.

At the same time, two subordinates who pressed Zhan Jianglie quickly picked up one of his big hands and forced them to press them on the glass table.

"You, what are you going to do? No matter what, I am your second uncle."

Zhan Jianglie obviously didn't expect Zhan Luohan to actually play the game. He was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat, soaking the blue shirt on the collar.

"Since you don't say anything, don't blame me for being rude!"

A gloomy look flashed in Zhan Luohan's eyes, he curled his thin lips, raised his big hands with clear joints and stabbed them at the back of the big hands.

But just as the difference was slight, a melodious ringtone of mobile phone interrupted Zhan Luohan's movements in his hand.

Zhan Luohan frowned and looked at Zhan Jianglie's suit pocket coldly.

Seeing this, Fu Hui immediately stepped forward and flipped the phone out of his pocket, and handed it to Zhan Luohan, "Master Zhan, please see!"

Looking at the names that were constantly jumping on the screen of the phone, Zhan Luohan's thoughtful gaze suddenly darkened, and then he gently threw the dagger in his hand on the table.

"Who called it?" Zhan Jianglie asked in a trembling voice, but Zhan Luohan didn't even look at him, let alone tell him.

Zhan Yuxuan? Hehe! What a familiar name!

He clearly remembered that the man who called Qiao Shuwan on WeChat that day was called Zhan Yuxuan!

So, is this Zhan Yuxuan the one who is Zhan Jianglie? But how did Zhan Jianglie contact his wife? Could it be that Zhan Jianglie had already secretly targeted Qiao Shuwan!?

Thinking of this, Zhan Luohan answered the phone unhappily.

"Dad, where are you?" A clear male voice came from the phone.

Zhan Luohan raised his sword eyebrows, and an incredible expression was erected between the corners of his eyes.

Dad? Does Zhan Jianglie actually have a son? Why doesn’t he know at all! I still remember that Zhan Jianglie was a famous golden bachelor in Huacheng before!

So, where did the son come out from...

I really didn't expect that his second uncle was far more hidden than he thought! I was afraid that he had a son, and even the old lady in the family didn't know about it!

Ha! It's so interesting! Now he is becoming more and more interested. Zhan Jianglie's purpose of returning to Huacheng this time!

"Don't recognize dad! I'm not your dad!" Zhan Luohan's cold voice resounded in the air.

Zhan Yuxuan on the other end immediately became uneasy, "Who are you and where is my dad?"

Zhan Luo snorted coldly, turned off the phone and threw it on the table, then picked up the dagger again, "I didn't expect that Uncle Second has a son! Say, what do you want to do when you go back to Huacheng!"

"Whether I have a son or not, it has something to do with you! You should let me go, otherwise I will tell you the truth when I see the old lady." Zhan Jianglie said hatefully.

Is it an old lady again? He thought he could use grandma once, and then use it again!

"Okay! I'll let you go!"

After Zhan Luohan exchanged glances with Fu Hui, he stood up from the sofa and walked behind Zhan Jianglie in a vigorous step.

Originally, he took action this time because of the last incident, and he taught him a lesson.

If you can ask any valuable clues, it would be good, but now it seems that Zhan Jianglie's mouth is really hard to pry open, so he is too lazy to continue talking nonsense to him.

After all, he was anxious to know what happened to Qiao Shuwan and Zhan Yuxuan, and he didn't have time to play these boring games with Zhan Jianglie.

Zhan Jianglie breathed a sigh of relief. He had already expected that Zhan Luohan would not dare to attack him. Now it seems that this is true. His ruthlessness is just a ruthless appearance!

But at this time, Fu Hui had already come to Zhan Jianglie to squat down, rolled up his sleeves, and injected the reagent prepared in advance into Zhan Jianglie's arm.

Looking at the two finger-thick syringes, all pushing into their bodies, Zhan Jianglie was so scared that his face turned pale, "Xiaohan, what are you doing? What are you injecting me? Are you crazy?"
Chapter completed!