Rural Shennong

Some people were happy and some were sad. Just when Wang Shuanfu was going crazy, the warriors of the Zhao family who had completed the task of robbing the Dao called one after another to report the good news to Zhao Jiebao.

In the private club of Huaying Group, Zhao Jiebao was leaning on the sofa, holding a beautiful woman in his arms, crossing his legs and laughing: "Hua Shao, guess what will happen to Chen Ping when he hears the news?"

Hua Dewen drank half a bottle of beer: "The loss of so many top-quality ingredients and precious goods will definitely hurt Chen Ping."

"If I were him, I would spit out half a basin of blood in anger."

"It's a pity that so many good things can't be seen, they can only be destroyed, otherwise we can snatch them all, and we can make a fortune!"

Zhao Jiebao smiled and said, "Don't worry, Chen Ping won't be able to hold on until we get a few more votes."

"If he still wants to do his business steadily, he can only bend down and beg us."

"When the time comes, what do we want? Isn't it just a matter of lip service? Does he dare not give it?"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

They didn't know that top-quality ingredients were considered expensive to the outside world, but to Chen Ping, they were the least valuable and had the lowest production cost.

It's not as good as the loss of those machinery, equipment and packaging, which made Chen Ping feel distressed.

Moreover, Chen Ping had already had psychological expectations and records for these losses.

Haicheng and the Lingnan special service team escorted another group, so these losses will not have a big impact on his business activities.

Just as Zhao Jiebao and Hua Dewen were reveling for the victory, five large trucks from Qizhou were about to arrive in Haicheng.

On the five large trucks of Ping An Logistics, two sets of milk filling production lines manufactured by Qizhou Heavy Industry were pulled.

These two sets of production lines were prepared for Lin Yuru's milk factory in Haicheng.

In the eyes of Zhao Jiebao and Hua Dewen, the value of these two production lines may not be as good as those top-quality ingredients and top-quality wine.

However, in Chen Ping's eyes, these two production lines must not be lost.

He sent two hard-core brothers, Hua Biao and Duan Peilong, to take charge of the escort.

After another toll booth, you can arrive at downtown Haicheng.

Sitting in the cab of the lead car, Hua Biao knew very well that this was the last chance for the Zhao family to rob the way.

Once the car entered Haicheng, the Zhao family did not dare to act recklessly.

Having obtained the information in advance, he knew very well that the Zhao family would definitely send someone to rob him.

So he maintained a high degree of vigilance at the moment.

Passing a T-junction, large trucks slow down normally, drivers should pay attention to whether there is a car on the left fork.

There was indeed a car on the left, and it was a very ferocious forklift.

The driver slammed on the brakes.

But the truck is very heavy, and there are such heavy milk filling production line components pulled on the truck, it is not something the driver can stop immediately if he wants to.

The wheels locked up, and two long black tire marks were drawn on the ground.

The large forklift that rushed out from the left side brushed the front of the truck and rushed over. The glass of the truck was smashed, and sparks were drawn from the front of the truck.

The car came to a complete stop, and the driver, through the broken glass, yelled at the large forklift in front of him, "You're fucking dead, will you drive..."

Before the word "car" was said to drive, the woman with braids in the cab of the forklift opposite threw something and came straight towards the driver.

"when!"

It was a wrench, which was thrown casually by the braided woman and pierced into the seat next to the driver, even piercing the steel plate behind the seat.

The driver twisted his neck stiffly, looked at the trembling wrench with cold sweat, his face turned pale with fright.

It was only a slap away, and the wrench could smash his head into a rotten watermelon.

This woman is Zhao Jiebao's capable warrior, Zhao Qing.

She didn't even look at the driver, but stared straight at Hua Biao.

"You are Hua Biao? Sure enough, you are as beautiful as the rumors say!" Zhao Qing licked his lips, "I just need a pretty boy to warm the bed."

"I'll give you a chance. You crawl over now and lick your aunt's toes clean. I'll spare you!"

Hua Biao chuckled, "You're so ugly, I can't keep my mouth shut!"

Although Zhao Qing's appearance is not considered beautiful, he can definitely be called heroic.

But Hua Biao actually called her ugly, Zhao Qing kicked open the door of the forklift cab, shot out the electric shot, and rushed straight to Hua Biao: "Dead eunuch, you are shameless for giving you face, you want to die!"

According to the information provided by Huang Geng, Zhao Qing knew that Hua Biao and Duan Peilong were Chen Ping's loyal brothers.

If these two people are abolished, Chen Ping promises to be heartbroken.

That's why Zhao Qing brought two martial arts masters with great internal strength to rob them in person.

She didn't care much about the goods on the car.

Seeing Zhao Qing's long legs sweeping from the car window with a strong wind, Hua Biao suddenly pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and stabbed at Zhao Qing's foot.

Zhao Qing's pupils shrank, he twisted his waist and split his legs in mid-air, and a split-horse came, his upper and lower feet pressed against the upper and lower edges of the broken car window, narrowly dodging Hua Biao's sword.

Then he kicked his legs and flew back immediately.

Her expression was startled and angry: "Bastard, this is my second brother Zhao Jiehu's sword, and it's actually in your hands."

There are three males in the younger generation of the Zhao family, namely Zhao Jielong, Zhao Jiehu and Zhao Jiebao.

Zhao Jielong is not talented at all, he is just a warrior in the middle stage of external strength, Zhao Jiehu is the leader of the younger generation of the Zhao family.

But not only did he fall unexpectedly, even his personal weapon fell into the hands of a small man like Hua Biao.

Seeing things and thinking about others, how could Zhao Qing not be angry.

Hua Biao jumped out and turned onto the roof of the car. At this moment, Duan Pei Long also rushed over from behind and stood beside him.

He was carrying a machete, and looked at Zhao Qing unscrupulously: "Hey, where are you from, Tiaozi is pretty!"

Zhao Qing's teeth were almost broken: "You all deserve to die!"

"Come out, let's go together, and destroy them both for me!"

The two martial arts masters of the Zhao family hiding in the shadows leaned out from the side of the road, forming a triangle with Zhao Qing, enclosing Hua Biao and Duan Peilong in the middle.

One of the martial arts masters was a little hesitant: "Sister Qing, the third brother told us not to..."

Zhao Qing interrupted: "Shut up!"

"These two people are in a special situation. Not only are they Chen Ping's dead brothers, but they are also in the same way."

"Don't talk about abolishing them, even if they are killed, the association will not have much reaction."

"And didn't you see it? That kid is holding the second brother's sword. It's not something he deserves to have. Give it to me. If something happens, I'll carry it."

As he said that, Zhao Qing flicked his wrist, and threw out a silver chain, wrapping around Hua Biao and Duan Peilong.

The other two martial arts masters all use daggers.

Duan Peilong held a big knife in one hand, and pinched his nostrils with the other: "Your Zhao family has the ability to bully few people when there are many people, and you have the ability to single out."

Zhao Qing was furious. The cultivation of the three of them was several times stronger than that of Hua Biao and Duan Peilong.

She called the other two out because she was afraid that Hua Biao and Duan Peilong would flee without a fight. Similar situations were encountered in other routes of Ping An Logistics.

"What's wrong with just bullying you? Go to hell with me!"

Just when the two were about to encounter a fatal crisis, three masked people suddenly jumped out of the truck behind them.

"Hehe, the more people bully the less?"

"Then you have to ask me if I agree first!"