The beautiful president's soldier king summoner

Lin Yun's eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that this driver was also a trainer, and his martial arts level was at least as dark as that of strength.

A martial artist in the dark state actually served as Hong Pingchuan's driver.It can be seen that Hong Pingchuan's identity is not simple.

But Lin Yun didn't care, smiled easily, and sat in the Bentley with Hong Pingchuan.

"Xiao Meng, go to the martial arts hall."

Hong Pingchuan said.

The driver didn't speak, and didn't even turn his head to look at Lin Yun curiously. He immediately started the Bentley, walked through the undersea tunnel, and drove towards the Wuguan.

At the same time, Zi Xiaoxia and her mother got off the plane and took a taxi back home.

In the bedroom, the middle-aged lady was holding An Yixiang in her hand, her expression was a little dazed.

Zi Xiaoxia walked in: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Daughter, do you really want to burn this packet of medicine?" The middle-aged lady was still a little skeptical.

"Burn it for what? It's definitely useless, just throw it in the trash can." Zi Xiaoxia rolled her eyes. At this moment, she suddenly felt a spasm in her stomach, which was terribly painful.

Seeing her daughter suddenly turning pale and sweating profusely, the middle-aged lady was startled and quickly supported her: "Daughter, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom, my stomach hurts." Zi Xiaoxia shouted enduring the severe pain.

"Huh? Does your stomach really hurt?"

The middle-aged lady suddenly remembered that the doctor surnamed Lin on the plane had indeed said that her daughter would have a stomachache after getting off the plane with foul smells in her body.

Zi Xiaoxia also remembered it, but she was still not convinced. She covered her stomach with her hands, endured the pain and said, "The mainland is so dirty, and the food I eat is also very dirty. It's normal for me to spoil my stomach, it's just a coincidence."

After Zi Xiaoxia finished speaking, she clutched her stomach and immediately rushed to the bathroom next to the bedroom.

The middle-aged lady sat alone in the room, thought for a while, and decided that she would rather believe in something than nothing.

She searched around the room, but couldn't find the incense burner, so she went to the kitchen to get a porcelain plate, opened the paper package, and poured out the An Yi incense powder inside.

Before it was ignited, a strange fragrance appeared in the room, which shocked people's spirits.

The middle-aged lady found a match, struck it, put it on the plate, and lit the An Yixiang.

An Yixiang was on fire when it saw the fire, but it burned very slowly, and a puff of white smoke came out.

The fragrance in the room became stronger.

"It smells good."

The middle-aged lady stretched her neck involuntarily, her nostrils fluttered constantly, greedily sniffing the scent of An Yixiang, she was fascinated and completely ecstatic.

Zi Xiaoxia sat on the toilet, her facial features were a little distorted due to the stomachache.

At this time, a scent came in through the crack of the bathroom door.

"What is it? It smells so good."

When Zi Xiaoxia smelled this smell, she immediately felt that her stomach didn't hurt, it was very miraculous.

"What is it that smells so good?"

Zi Xiaoxia felt that her stomach really didn't hurt anymore, she quickly put on her clothes and came out, she saw her mother stretching her neck, lying on the table with a fascinated expression, sucking the burning white powder in the plate vigorously.

That appearance is no different from that of a drug addict. The middle-aged lady didn't even notice her daughter coming out of the bathroom.

Zi Xiaoxia's heart skipped a beat, her heart was broken, and she didn't know what those two liars were using to harm her mother.

Zi Xiaoxia rushed over, grabbed her mother's shoulders, and pulled her back from the plate.

At the same time, with a wave of her hand, she knocked over the plate, and the An Yixiang inside was immediately extinguished.

The middle-aged lady came to her senses at this time, and said angrily, "Xiao Xia, what are you doing?"

Zi Xiaoxia was even more angry, and shouted: "Mom, you didn't know you were harmed. Do you know what you were doing just now! Your expression is exactly the same as those drug addicts!"

The middle-aged lady was taken aback. Looking back, she really smelled the fragrance just now, and she felt very comfortable. She felt lazy all over her body. She couldn't stop smelling it, as if she was addicted.

Could it be that these white powders are really poisonous powders?

The middle-aged lady was afraid for a while.

"Bastard, these two bastards, I will never spare them!"

Zi Xiaoxia found out a plastic bag and collected the rest of An Yixiang. She was going to send it to the police station to test the ingredients to see what kind of poisonous powder it was.

At this time, the middle-aged lady suddenly shook her neck, and said strangely: "Oh, why is your neck no longer hurting?"

She went to the mirror, took off the silk scarf, and looked at the sore on the back of her neck.

To her surprise, the sore on the back of her neck had disappeared.

The original malignant sore was still red and swollen, but the malignant sore that was originally malignant had disappeared.

"Xiao Xia, Xiao Xia. My sore is healed!"

The middle-aged lady was surprised.

Zi Xiaoxia had a look of disbelief, and walked over, muttering: "How is it possible?"

Before she finished speaking, Zi Xiaoxia saw that the sore on the back of her mother's neck had indeed disappeared.

"Genius doctor, that young man is indeed a genius doctor!"

The middle-aged lady looked pleasantly surprised, took out the bank card from her wallet, and handed it to Zi Xiaoxia: "Xiaoxia, go and transfer the money immediately, and give the money to that person surnamed Hong."

"Mom, don't worry. Even if your sores are cured, it may not be because of the effect of that package of medicine. You'd better wait until I take these powders for testing to see what it is."

Although Zi Xiaoxia also felt that she seemed to have made a mistake, she still said stubbornly.

"Although you are right to say that, but the person surnamed Hong must give him the money."

A look of panic appeared on the face of the middle-aged lady.

"Why? Who is that Hong man? Could it be the governor of Hong Kong?"

Zi Xiaoxia scoffed.

"Xiao Xia, ask your colleagues in the Anti-Mafia Team whether the leader of Hong Kong's Hongmen is called Hong Pingchuan."

The middle-aged lady said.

"Hong Kong Hongmen?"

Zi Xiaoxia was stunned.

As a Hong Kong policeman, she knows exactly what Hong Kong's Hongmen means.

The Number Gang, He Liansheng, and Hongxing Hong Kong, a small place, have countless associations and countless prefixes.

Although these associations do not have much connection with each other, each occupies one side.

However, they all think that they are a branch of the Hongmen and worship the same boss, the leader of the Hongmen in Hong Kong.

Zi Xiaoxia recalled it for a while, and felt that the name Hong Pingchuan was indeed familiar, so she immediately called her colleagues in the Anti-Mafia Team, and she got an amazing news from the phone.

The leading brother of Hong Kong Hongmen is indeed called Hong Pingchuan.

Zi Xiaoxia recalled Hong Pingchuan's demeanor and words on the plane, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that he was the leader of Hong Kong Hongmen.

Otherwise, how could he say such arrogant words that no one dared to owe him money in the land of Hong Kong?