Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 639 The power of my punch is not yours

Wen Sihai was a little disappointed. He thought Wen Honghao called to tell him that he had avenged his son.

I didn't expect that the person would leave.

He was more anxious than Wen Honghao at this moment: "Wait a moment."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, rummaged through the phone book for a while, found a number and called it: "Did you find the information I asked you to check for me?"

A panicked man's voice came from the receiver: "I found it, but it's a little different than expected."

Different?

Wen Sihai frowned: "Why is it different?"

He originally thought that the person selling ginger was just an ordinary farmer, but later he gradually realized that it was not true. He was almost certain that the person selling ginger must have been sent by a big family.

Otherwise, he would not be qualified to challenge the Wen family.

Now the situation is different from what he expected, and he doesn't know where the problem lies.

The person on the phone explained in a panic, "The ginger seller is Liu Zaicheng, 26 years old, an undergraduate student majoring in artificial intelligence in Jiangkou City. He lives in Liujia Village, Wenjiang Town, Lanshan District, Jiangkou City. His father, Liu Yishou...

To sum it up in one sentence, I am a farmer."

Wen Sihai was a little unconvinced: "He dares to kill my son?"

The Wen family's business is all related to agricultural products. He has met too many farmers, most of whom have no money or power. Even if they are bullied, they can only choose to endure it.

Except for the young and inexperienced, no one is willing to fight hard.

He didn't believe that this man named Liu Zaicheng would dare to kill anyone.

A nervous voice came from the phone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, I haven't finished speaking.

The person who did it was another person. We searched based on the images captured by the camera and found out that his name was Ye Changqing.

This person has the same family background as Liu Zaicheng. The difference is that he once ran a company. Although the turnover was small, it was still successful. Later, his wife had problems with the accounts, and he went to jail in his wife's place.

After he was released from prison, his wife divorced him.

I found this information.”

Wen Sihai finally realized something was wrong: "He... he's not from a cultivator family?"

A somewhat panicked voice came from the phone: "Boss Wen, I tried my best to check, and it is indeed not a cultivator family.

I will continue to investigate, but this is all I have found so far."

Wen Sihai was shocked: "How is this possible? How dare he challenge the Wen family if he is not from a cultivator family?

Even if my son was attacked, how did Wen Hongsheng and so many people die?

Explain to me, how did all those martial arts masters in the martial arts school die?"

He was really angry. It was obvious that the man named Ye Changqing was a cultivator, and a fighting master trained by a certain family.

He is cruel and ruthless, and kills people like crazy.

But this guy didn't find out anything.

The voice on the phone began to tremble: "I... this is really all I found out. I used all my connections and resources, but this is all I could find out.

Maybe... maybe a cultivator family is secretly involved. I need more time to investigate."

Wen Sihai wanted to curse. He had been investigating for so long, but it was no different from not investigating at all. However, he didn't have time to care about it at this moment: "I want to ask where Ye Changqing is now. Where did he go now? Just tell me this."

Don’t investigate the rest.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the answer came over the phone: "He just entered the market ten minutes ago and is now in the car selling ginger."

Wen Sihai snorted coldly: "You are still useful, hurry up and investigate Ye Changqing's background for me.

If you can't find out, get out of here. I don't want mediocre people here!"

After hanging up the phone, he called Wen Honghao again: "I found the person. He is in the market. I sent you the location."

Wen Honghao said with murderous intent, "I'll send him off before the sun sets."

Wen Sihai was about to hang up the phone, but after hearing this, he felt the need to give a few words of advice: "I believe it's easy for you to kill him, but there are so many people in the market, it's not appropriate to do it during the day.

Let's do it tonight. Find out the family behind him before killing him! "

Wen Honghao said coldly, "Let him live until dark."

market.

Empty.

There have been a lot of people in the market in recent days. After the busy morning, there is no one there in the afternoon.

Even the few vendors who had not sold all their vegetables left their cars at the market and left early.

Ye Changqing sat in the car and said to Liu Zaicheng, "It feels like we are the only two people left in the entire market."

Liu Zaicheng said with some concern: "There are fewer people here, and I feel a little uncomfortable. I feel a little anxious for some reason. How about we... come back during the day."

Ye Changqing waved his hand: "You go, find a hotel to stay in, I'll stay here tonight."

Liu Zaicheng patted his chest and said, "I'm very brave now. I've even seen dead people. Nothing can scare me."

Ye Changqing nodded: "Then you just watch here."

Liu Zaicheng was silent for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "I just wanted to sell the fresh ginger grown in my own fields, but I didn't expect to encounter so many problems.

It feels like going to war. If I had known this would be like this when I got out, I would never go back to the countryside.

I will listen to my dad."

At this moment, he felt that Liu Zaicheng was a particularly good name.

Working in the city is like working like a beast of burden, but it is tiring and not life-threatening.

It's too dangerous now.

Ye Changqing felt inexplicably irritated. His family was a farming family and since they lived in the suburbs, it was convenient for them to sell vegetables. When he was a child, he would grow some vegetables in the fields and sell them for money.

He often accompanies his parents to the market to sell vegetables and is very familiar with the market.

At that time, there were many different means of transportation for selling vegetables. Some people rode tricycles, some drove ox carts, some pulled carts, and some even used bicycles as tricycles.

A 28-inch bicycle can carry 200 kilograms of vegetables on both sides and the back seat.

There are also large trucks, but they are very few, and they are all carrying vegetables from other places.

At that time, people sold vegetables casually. For example, if he was selling leeks for 80 cents, and a customer said the store in front was selling them for 50 cents, he would quickly go to the front to inquire, and then come back to change the price to 50 cents.

It was very free and casual, but now everything seems to have changed. Too much of the farmers' interests have been taken away by others, and all that is left is suffering, and no one is willing to take it.

Both of them sat in the car without saying a word, and time passed silently as the light dimmed.

Until the last ray of sunlight disappeared and the sky became completely dark.

In such a large market, there are only two emergency lights, which can only illuminate one corner.

Ye Changqing was in a daze when suddenly Liu Zaicheng pointed in the direction of the gate and said, "Someone is coming."

Ye Changqing looked in the direction of the finger.

The lights of the automatic parking fee collection system at the gate were still on, which was used to scan car license plates.

Under the bright light, a man with a 4:6 hairstyle was walking in. The man was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white shoes.

The distance is too far and I can't see his face clearly.

Although he couldn't see the other person's eyes, he had a hunch that the man was looking at him.

This is a gut feeling.

Liu Zaicheng was a little unsure: "He came in, is he here to see us?"

Ye Changqing shook his head: "No, he's not looking for us, he's looking for me, stay in the car and don't get out."

After saying that, he opened the car door and jumped out.

Liu Zaicheng was stunned for a moment, then said unconvincedly: "We are together, I will go down with you."

Liu Zaicheng felt that his son, a grown-up human being, was being looked down upon, so one more person would mean more strength.

Two against one, the chances of winning are greater than a one-on-one fight.

Ye Changqing took two steps forward and frowned when he heard Liu Zaicheng following him. However, he did not speak. He walked towards the newcomer and stopped three meters away. "Are you here to see me?"

In the dim light, Wen Honghao could see the general outlines of Ye Changqing and another person behind him.

There were actually two people.

He sneered in his heart. To him, two people were the same as one person.

But before he kills anyone, he must first clarify one thing: "Not everyone can covet the Wen family's cakes.

You suddenly came to grab the Wen family's cake, so you should at least announce your name."

Ye Changqing raised his eyebrows and looked back at Liu Zaicheng. Seeing that Liu Zaicheng had no intention of speaking, he spoke: "Wen family's cake?

what are you saying?

I just want to sell the ginger I grow on my own land. How did it become your cake when I sell my ginger? "

your home?

Wen Honghao felt like he was hearing a joke. He was clearly from a martial arts family, but he insisted on pretending to be a farmer.

He sneered at me, saying, "If you are a farmer, a ginger farmer, you should just stay at home and farm, and stay in the countryside."

Selling ginger is very profitable.

But the water is deep, you are not qualified, and you don’t deserve a piece of the pie.”

Ye Changqing's eyes suddenly became sharp: "I worked so hard to grow ginger, and I was busy from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. Why don't I have the right?"

Seeing that Ye Changqing was still acting, Wen Honghao gradually lost his patience: "Since you want to talk to me as a farmer.

Then you have to recognize one thing: the distribution of benefits in this world has never been based on hard work and diligence.

Nor is virtue and kindness used as the standard.

In this world, the strong are respected. My Wen family is rich, powerful and strong, so it is my due no matter how much money I earn.

What's wrong with the ginger you planted? What do you have besides hard work and diligence? You deserve it for not making any money!

Ye Changqing was so angry that his lungs were about to explode: "Are you the only one who has fists?

I have it too!"

Wen Honghao said coldly: "You...you think you are so powerful?

Don't think you are powerful just because you can kill Wen Hongzhen, and don't think you are powerful just because you killed dozens of fighting masters from the Wen family.

I tell you, in front of me, you can't even take a punch from me!"

Ye Changqing clenched his fists, anger boiling in his blood, and was about to attack.

Wen Honghao suddenly reached out to stop him: "Before you do anything, tell me one thing, which family are you from?

We are all martial artists, so let's not be secretive and get things done. "Ye Changqing said coldly, "I said, I'm from a farming family."

Wen Honghao frowned, having never heard of Nong Men before. He looked at Ye Changqing proudly and said, “Well, since you dare to introduce yourself, I’ll give you a chance.

I only threw one punch today.

I'm going to punch you in the heart. This boxing style is called Tiger Fist.

One punch to break the heart, a fatal move!

In fact, it’s useless for you to know it in the face of real speed and power.

You know you can't resist!

You can’t catch it!”

As he spoke, he walked towards Ye Changqing step by step, full of confidence in victory and an oppressive aura.

This is his confidence in his years of practice.

He had never lost a fight since he started practicing martial arts, and every time he won, it was easy. Ye Changqing stood still, slowly extending his right fist to block in front of him.

Wen Honghao sneered. If he wanted to punch, he should retract his fist first. Only when there is enough distance can the punch be more powerful.

The guy in front of me actually stretched out his fist in front of him.

There is simply not enough distance for acceleration. This is no longer a fist, it can only be considered a boxing stance.

A boxing match that was broken up with just one punch.

Seeing that he was within attack range, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly rushed forward, using his feet to exert force, twisting his waist, and concentrating all his strength on his fists.

It struck Ye Changqing's heart.

Ye Changqing's whole body shook, and he punched back with his right fist to meet the opponent's fist.

Wen Honghao sneered at the sight. Trying to take his punch with a fist that couldn't generate any power was simply courting death. He gritted his teeth and accelerated his punch again.

With lightning speed, the two fists collided in the air.

Click~

There was a sound of broken bones.

Both of them took a step back at the same time.

Seeing this, Wen Honghao sneered, "I punched you with all my strength, and you dared to take it.

Your fist is broken.

The power of my punch is not yours..."

He raised his fist confidently as he spoke, but his arm was raised and his fist dropped ninety degrees from his wrist.

It seemed to be hanging there without any strength.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly let out a shrill scream: "Ah, it hurts so much~"