In a hospital in Jiang Prefecture, Qiao Jiakai and Zhu Yongtao were divided into two rooms. Among them, Qiao Jiakai and Zhu Yongtao were in one room while Zhu Yongtao's two junior brothers were in the other.

The four of them were also in a miserable state. Qiao Jiakai was lying on the bed, his shoulders were covered in plaster, even his wrists were covered in it. His legs were also bandaged up, and his posture was extremely strange, making him look very awkward.

Moreover, because his ribs and chest had been broken, Zhu Yongtao didn't even dare to breathe hard. He could only inhale lightly, exhale slowly, and exert a little bit of strength; he couldn't help but grimace and grimace in pain. However, as long as he moved even the slightest bit, he would feel even more pain.

This kind of torture made the two of them not even dare to scream, and the pain was so excruciating that they couldn't hold it in!

If it was possible, the two of them really didn't want to stay here for even a second longer. This kind of painful feeling was something that no one who had never experienced before would be able to understand.

On the side, Zhu Yongtao's face was also filled with pain, but he snorted coldly. "How did you kill him?"

That's right, how was he supposed to kill that brat?

In terms of martial arts, the five of them combined weren't a match for that fellow. In fact, they weren't even able to withstand a single blow from him, let alone his family background. Qiao Jiakai believed that if he were to use his clan's power to deal with the Ji brothers, not to mention whether the Ji Clan's old man would be angered, just within his clan, there would definitely be many people who would disagree.

"How about we pay for a killer?" Qiao Jiakai asked hesitantly.

After beating them up a few times, the Ji family's old man might not say anything, but if he really did kill them, then even if they had a good temper, they would definitely be angered to the point that the Qiao family would turn into ashes in the blink of an eye, and he would definitely die without a burial ground.

Power and wealth were all meant for future generations. But if they were given up to someone else, then what was the use of these things? People who fell into despair were definitely terrifying. What's more, this person was the old man of one of the top aristocratic families in the country?

"That little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, how could he be so powerful!" With a heart full of unwillingness, he gritted his teeth and said, "Senior brother, do you think that brat could also be a disciple somewhere?"

"This is impossible!" What kind of joke is this? If he could use military fighting technique to defeat him, it wasn't impossible. However, that little brat was able to easily defeat even Zhu Yongtao and the other three. How could this be possible using military fighting techniques?

"I'm only guessing. His martial arts are ruthless, swift, and his moves are as fast as lightning. It's precisely because his speed is too fast that I get the illusion that he is slow." Zhu Yongtao shook his head slightly and said, "If it wasn't for the military fighting technique, then he must have been a disciple somewhere. This is definitely true." "Right now, in the mortal world, those who know these ancient martial arts are definitely gone, and that little brat should be using an extremely powerful ancient martial arts."

"Then, then what should we do?" Qiao Jiakai asked in a daze.

"Hey!" A trace of anger flashed across Qiao Jiakai's face. He gritted his teeth and said, "He injured me and my four senior brothers. I won't let him off so easily!"

Zhu Yongtao opened his mouth, but he hesitated to speak. He slightly shook his head in his heart and softly sighed, "Now, I'm afraid it's not a question of whether or not you want to let him off, but whether or not he'll let you off!"

Previously, in the hall on the second floor of the Riverside Inn, Zhu Yongtao had heard clearly that this matter was not a fight between princes at all. Instead, it had risen to the height of murder.

Furthermore, the boy had the evidence in his hand. This time, he was in deep trouble!

Zhu Yongtao rolled his eyes and glanced at the furious Qiao Jiakai. He cursed in his heart. If he didn't want to borrow the Qiao family's influence in the mortal world to find what his sect needed, why would he cooperate with such a stupid thing?

Right now, he could only hope that the sect would find out about this as soon as possible, put pressure on the higher ups, and send people over.

"Bam!"

In a luxurious mansion in Beijing, a middle-aged woman in her forties fiercely smashed the phone on the table. Her already wrinkled face was filled with anger: "d.a.m.n it, d.a.m.n it, you little b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Ji Shaolei, Ji Shaoyun, good, very good! "Ji Clan, you owe me yet another debt. I will definitely pester you to the death!"

"w.a.n.g Wencao, stop laughing in front of me. Your son was severely injured by someone and is now lying in the hospital. It's said that the other party is accusing him of murder!" The middle-aged woman's face was filled with anger, "You still have the mood to joke around here?"

After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something and said hesitantly, "The person who beat him, could it be... A member of the Ji Clan? "

"Other than their family, who else would dare to act this unbridled?" The middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with hatred as she gritted her teeth and said, "That old b.a.s.t.a.r.d from the Ji family back then obviously had the ability to save my father, but he refused to save him even when he was about to die. This caused my father to be crushed to death with hatred, and also caused our Qiao family to decline.

Looking at the middle-aged woman's agitated and angry expression, w.a.n.g Wencai shook his head slightly, "Xiao Rong, now is not the time to talk about this. Let's hurry to Jiang Prefecture and see how our son is doing. "After all, the Jiang Prefecture is not our territory. If we don't hurry there now, what if something happens …"

This middle-aged woman was none other than Qiao Jiakai's mother, Qiao Rong. As for w.a.n.g Wencai, he was the son-in-law of the Qiao family, and also the father of Qiao Jiakai.

Qiao Rong's expression immediately changed when she heard this. She quickly nodded and said, "Right, right, I'll send someone to book a plane ticket right away. We're going to Jiang Prefecture right now. I don't believe that the people from the Ji family will kill me if they have the guts!"

Looking at his wife's shrewish look, w.a.n.g Wencai couldn't help but slightly frown, but he didn't say anything. The current him did not have much status in the Qiao family. Most of the time, he was even like a servant. If he talked and comforted now, he would most likely attract a bunch of curses.

Just think about it, even his son had a mother's surname. Just how high would w.a.n.g Wencao's status be in the Qiao Family?

w.a.n.g Wentao knew that back then, Ji Zhenhua would rather find a random woman than have Qiao Rong. This incident was too much of a blow to Qiao Rong, who wholeheartedly wanted to borrow the Ji Clan's power to revive the Qiao Clan. It was no wonder that she always bore a grudge in her heart.

However, as a man, thinking about how her woman always hated another man, and because of the relations.h.i.+p between man and woman, even though Qiao Rong didn't really care about Ji Zhenhua and just harbored hatred for him without using him, w.a.n.g Wencai still felt uncomfortable.

However, w.a.n.g Wencao was very clear that if he wanted to maintain his current status, he couldn't have conflict with Qiao Rong over this matter. Therefore, he chose to endure.

… ….

It was now October. The weather had gradually turned cold. The old man sat on the deck chair, wearing a long sleeved sweater. The old man was old and could not withstand the cold.

Accompanied by escorts and paramedics, the old man was currently squinting his eyes as he listened to a middle-aged man beside him speak in a low voice.

This middle-aged man had a dignified expression on his face. He didn't get angry, but his aura of a superior naturally spread out. However, in front of this old man, he seemed to be very careful and hesitant.

"So you're saying, Xiao Feng beat up the little monkey of the Qiao family? And even beat up the four people who went with him? " After a long while, the old man finally opened his mouth. His voice sounded weak, but the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel anxious.