The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Wang Chao is what Zhang Yanyan calls Brother Chao, and this area is his territory.

But Wang Chao meeting Hua Monk was like a mouse meeting a cat.

"I really didn't know this was your friend's shop! It was Master Song who did it and it had nothing to do with me."

"Which Master Song?"

"The youngest son of President Song of Biye Group, Song Ziqiao."

"Song Ziqiao..." Monk Hua thought for a long time but did not think of such a person. "Someone said that two policemen came just now and took the person away. What happened?"

"I really don't know about this." Wang Chao said, "Master Hua, wait a minute. I know the film police here. I'll call and ask."

Just use your cell phone to call.

Jili Guala said a few words, hung up the phone and said, "Master Hua, they all said they didn't know. They were either from another police station or they were fake police officers."

Monk Hua said: "Whether it is true or not, I will give you ten minutes to figure out the matter and find the person. If anything happens to my friend, I will cut off your head piece by piece."

Wang Chao turned pale with fright. He knew that this man could really do it.

"I'll check right away."

So he hid aside and kept making phone calls.

Li Muchen was also a little anxious.

He knew Ma Shan's Kung Fu, and there was no need to be afraid of ordinary gangsters.

Since they even found fake police officers, they must have suffered a big loss at the hands of Mashan.

He asked Monk Hua: "Who is Song Ziqiao?"

"I don't know him. But I know his father, the boss of Biye Group, is named Song Songming." Hua Monk said, "If we can't find him in ten minutes, we will go to the headquarters of Biye Group and ask for Song Songming."

Li Muchen was glad in his heart that Monk Hua came with him out of nowhere today, otherwise, he would have had to go through a lot of trouble to find the person.

After a while, Wang Chao came over and reported: "Master Hua, we found out. Song Ziqiao is at Lan Mansion. Your friend should be there too."

"Come on, you lead the way to Lan Mansion." Li Muchen said.

Wang Chao didn't know Li Muchen, but he had long seen that Monk Lian Hua was respectful to Li Muchen, so he thought he was a young master from the Qian family.

Wang Chao didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he drove into the car and took Li Muchen and Monk Hua to the Lan Mansion.

Lan Mansion is not far away, only five minutes away.

After getting out of the car, the three of them hurried inside.

The security guard at the gate stopped them: "Hey, what are you doing? Who are you looking for?"

Lan Mansion is a club affiliated to the Biye Group. It is a high-end place. People who come here are either rich or noble. Wang Chao comes occasionally, but compared with the rich people here, he is just a small person.

Wang Chao took two steps forward and said, "We are here to see Master Song. You give Master Song a call and say..."

Before he could finish his words, two security guards flew backwards with two bangs.

It turned out that Li Muchen and Hua Monk kicked the security guard away.

Wang Chao was frightened.

Monk Hua had already rushed up and held down a security guard: "Where is Song Ziqiao?"

The security guard was still questioning: "Hey, why did you hit someone?"

Monk Hua slapped him away, causing the security guard's mouth to bleed: "Where is Song Ziqiao? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll rip your head off!"

"Here, on the third floor..."

Monk Hua grabbed the security guard's collar and stood up, "Let's go, take us there."

The three of them escorted a security guard inside.

Another security guard got up from the ground and took out his walkie-talkie...

Wang Chao said: "The security guard is calling someone, do you want to stop him?"

Li Muchen and Monk Hua dismissed this.

Entering the elevator, Monk Hua knocked the security guard's head against the elevator wall and said, "Swipe your card, third floor."

The security guard swiped the card and pressed down to the third floor.

When the elevator door opened, a group of security guards appeared, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Monk Hua threw the previous security guard out like a sandbag.

Then, he and Li Muchen ran out at the same time.

Wang Chao felt his eyes blurred as he was the only one left in the elevator.

When he walked out of the elevator and the elevator door closed, the security guards outside the elevator were already lying on the ground.

Wang Chao had never seen such a fight before and couldn't help but stand there blankly.

When he came to his senses, he saw that Monk Hua and Li Muchen had gone away, and he quickly chased after them.

Another group of people appeared on the opposite side, led by a middle-aged man with gloomy eyes.

Wang Chao recognized him as a well-known social eldest brother in this area, and everyone called him Brother Long.

Compared with Brother Long, Wang Chao is just a little gangster. He can take baths and saunas with the big guys in the upper class, but Wang Chao can only lead a group of juniors to collect protection money on the street.

"Who do I think he is? You kid is so brave that you broke into the Lan Mansion?" Brother Long saw Wang Chao and cursed.

"Brother Long," Wang Chao called out habitually, "It's not me, it's Hua... Master Hua..."

"What a waste of money!" Brother Long said impatiently, "Get out of here right now. Master Song has something to do today, and I will settle the score with you tomorrow!"

A thought just crossed Wang Chao's mind, thinking that Brother Long might be beaten.

Then I saw Brother Long flying out.

Monk Hua followed him like a shadow, reached Brother Long's side, grabbed Brother Long's arm, and twisted it behind his back.

"Where is Song Ziqiao?"

Brother Long was indeed much stronger than those security guards. Even though he was kicked by Monk Hua and his arm was twisted, he was still very strong and said without a word: "Do you know where this place is? Don't think that you can do it with just a little effort. If you act recklessly, you won’t even know how you will die when the time comes!”

Wang Chao wanted to tell Brother Long that this was Monk Hua, the evil god next to the eldest daughter of the Qian family.

But he felt uncomfortable as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat and could not speak.

Monk Hua sneered, and with a strong force on his hand, Brother Long's arm was twisted and broken.

No matter how awesome the social eldest brother is, he is still made of flesh and blood. Brother Long finally screamed.

His men rushed to save people.

Monk Hua turned around and glared, his body bursting with murderous aura like a god of plague, and he said coldly: "I will twist off the neck of anyone who touches you."

Sure enough, no one dared to move.

"Take me to find Song Ziqiao." Monk Hua said.

Brother Long didn't dare to resist anymore, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and nodded in agreement.

Monk Hua escorted Brother Long in front, followed closely by Li Muchen and Wang Chao. Brother Long's men followed behind, and then they marched in and came to the door of a luxurious private room.

The private room door was not closed tightly, and the laughter of men could be heard inside.

"Young Master Song, this girl is really good, so exciting!"

"Play with her if you like. If you don't cripple her tonight, you are not allowed to go back."

"Don't worry, Mr. Song, brothers, I promise she won't be able to stand up even if you ask her to! Hahaha..."

"Mr. Song, what should I do with that boy? If he is beaten again, he will die."

"Hit me, keep beating me. I'm going to kill the one who rides the horse. Keep thinking and think of all the ways to torture people. Whoever comes up with interesting ideas will be rewarded by me!"

……

The door was knocked open with a bang.

Monk Hua kicked Brother Long in.

Song Ziqiao was sitting on the sofa in the middle with his head tilted to the west. When he saw Brother Long staggering in, he cursed: "What the hell are you doing, attending a funeral?"

Then he heard a cold voice say: "Yes, they are here for the funeral."

A shiny bald head appeared at the door.

Song Ziqiao felt familiar. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he had seen this bald man from a distance at a gathering of wealthy young men.

"Hua, Master Hua..." Song Ziqiao felt that his tongue was not working properly.