The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Feng Jiuqing put down Su Zhi in his hand, turned around slowly, and his eyes like a sword fell on Lang Dao: "Your subordinates?"

"Yes! I am Brother Lang——"

"Snapped--"

Feng Jiuqing slapped the man and sent him flying. The man rolled three times on the ground and passed out.

"Did I let you speak?"

This light sentence made Lang Dao's face change, "Master Jiuqing, what do you mean by this?"

"You can't manage your people well, I don't mind managing them for you." Feng Jiuqing rubbed his hands and looked at Lang Dao slowly: "Does Vice President Lang have any opinions?"

"Don't think you can act wild here just because you are some ragtag young master! Do you know where this is?" Another man rushed towards Feng Jiuqing, and his fist arrived before him.

Feng Jiuqing casually caught the man's fist and kicked him away. The man screamed, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"What is this place? Vice President Lang, please tell me, is there any place where I, Feng Jiuqing, cannot act wildly?"

Lang Dao stopped the person who was about to make a move behind him, and then smiled slightly: "Master Jiuqing has misunderstood, they just don't have a good brain, they don't mean to target you."

"Really?" Feng Jiuqing's anger had been suppressed to the extreme, but these people insisted on adding fuel to the fire, so he had no choice but to teach them a lesson on etiquette.

"I see those people behind you don't seem to think so. Why don't you listen to what they say?"

Lang Dao looked unhappy. He had never expected that Feng Jiuqing, who was always so well-behaved in front of the old man, would be so sharp. But he had been with the old man for so many years and had never been slapped in the face like this. Even Feng Jiuqing's father Feng Shan had to call him Brother Lang in front of him.

It was understandable that the young man was full of youthful vigor, but Feng Jiuqing was ungrateful for not giving him face. And no one knew better than him that the old man did not really like this young master, otherwise this young master would have taken over Dingfeng and Xifeng long ago.

He is called the heir, but in fact, the old man has not found the right person yet, so he can only use him to shut everyone up. Lang Dao admits that Feng Jiuqing is indeed very powerful, a top 1 graduate student at the age of , but he is only after all.

Lang Dao put down his hand, and the people around him understood what Lang Dao meant, "Don't let Master Jiu Qing get hurt too badly."

The people around were not interested in hearing anything. They just wanted to save face for Lang Dao, so they rushed towards Feng Jiuqing in a swarm, fearing that they would be a step slow.

Feng Jiuqing flexed his wrist. Some people were determined to die, so he could only help them.

Feng Jiuqing moved flexibly among the crowd, causing wailing wherever he passed. In less than half an hour, all those people were lying on the ground, but Feng Jiuqing was still able to stand against the wall except that his suit was a little messy.

Lang Dao stood still, and from beginning to end, he did not participate in the fight. If the people below took action, it could be said that the young man was ignorant, but if he took action, it would be difficult to explain to the old man.

I didn't expect that this young master Jiuqing was really capable. So many people couldn't hurt him, but instead, they were all injured.

"Bam—"

The moment Langdao heard the sound, he kicked the man out. The man hit the wall and fainted immediately.

Feng Jiuqing covered his shoulder and looked at Lang Dao with a sneer: "Vice President Lang, are you going to kill me?"

"Who allowed you to use guns!" Lang Dao shouted angrily, "Why don't you go find a doctor for Master Jiuqing! If anything happens to him, you will all be in trouble!"

Originally, it was just a fight that led to a fight, but his men fired guns, so the matter was not so easy to settle. If the old man knew about this, he would have to clean up the mess at Xifeng. Feng Jiuqing was his grandson no matter what, and he could beat people up anyway, but if an outsider touched Feng Jiuqing, it would be a slap in his face!

If Feng Jiuqing had never fought with fists and feet, but was beaten by his men, the old man would at most just beat them up. But now Feng Jiuqing was shot and it was his men who did it, and there were surveillance cameras all around, so how could he report to the old man?

Feng Jiuqing sneered, watching those people being forced to put their guns back, and then questioned: "I never thought that one day I would be pointed at by my own people. Vice President Lang, how should I tell the chairman about this?"

"It's all a misunderstanding!" Lang Dao smiled wryly, "Master Jiuqing, please show some mercy and stop arguing with a small minion."

"Bam—"

A bullet hit the head of the man who shot Feng Jiuqing. Red and white colors flowed out, and no one present dared to breathe.

"Do you think this is okay?"

A life is nothing more than an explanation and a tool for Lang Dao. Feng Jiuqing really couldn't accept the way the Feng family handled it. Even the lives of others were insignificant and insignificant in their eyes.

Feng Jiuqing looked at Lang Dao deeply and raised his chin slightly, like a proud young master who took nothing seriously.

"What is this? What is my status? What is his status? Vice President Lang thinks this is enough?"

Lang Dao was in the wrong, but he was never a good person, so he said, "Since he alone is not enough, he still has parents, wife and children. How about using them to vent Master Jiu Qing's anger?"

Feng Jiuqing found it difficult to understand Lang Dao's train of thought. What kind of logic was this? In ancient times, nine generations of a clan would be punished for committing a crime together?

This is his subordinate. Lang Dao can actually say such inhumane words. Wouldn't others feel chilled? Today it's this person, tomorrow it could be any one of them, wouldn't they be afraid?

Feng Jiuqing glanced at the people around him indifferently, and indeed saw fear in their eyes. It seemed that Lang Dao's men were not afraid of death.

"Heh - the disaster did not affect my wife and children. Vice President Lang really makes me look at him differently. Forget it. We are all brothers. I will not care about these. But Vice President Lang, there will not be a next time for this kind of thing."

"Of course." Langdao still had that fake smile on his face.

Only after Feng Jiuqing was sent to the nearest hospital did Lang Dao receive the news that Su Zhi was missing.

"You useless things! What are you all for? You can't even keep an eye on one person. What's the use of you?" Langdao was furious, and his roar echoed in the hospital corridor.

"Sir, this is a hospital, please be quiet..."

Feng Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his people had succeeded. He had deliberately created the chaos. He knew that Lang Dao and his men would not obey him as a nominal successor. He only needed to stir up trouble and these people would surely lose their patience.

In their own territory, a man like Langdao who is proud and conceited enough, and his group of subordinates with ill intentions are most likely to be careless, and that is his only chance.