Chapter 162 Death of Song Yuanfeng
As soon as Long Weihua came in, he saw the giant imperial green glass jadeite that was as tall as a person, and his eyes immediately turned green.
Oh my god!
With such a large piece of imperial green glass, how many amulets can be made from it!
However, when he thought of what Huo Qinghuang said on the phone, Long Weihua's face darkened again.
With a dark face, he glanced at everyone in the field and shouted sternly: "Which bastard wants to steal my jade?"
Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Brother Hu's calves trembled a little, but he still stiffened his neck and shouted, "Which department are you from? This is the order of Young Master Song. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"
"Song Yuanfeng from the Song family?"
Long Weihua snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at him coldly, and said in a cold tone: "Let him come and talk to me in person, and see how brave the Song family is to snatch things from me, Long Weihua!"
"this……"
Brother Hu was stunned. He had also heard of Long Weihua's name, but he didn't expect him to be so arrogant that he even looked down on the Song family.
Isn’t he just a committee member? Could he be more powerful than the Song family that has occupied the imperial capital for hundreds of years?
Brother Hu's heart was beating fast.
His greatest reliance is the Song family. If the other party is not even afraid of the Song family, then today's incident will never end well.
"I'm telling you, the Song family is not to be trifled with. If you know what's best for you, you'd better take your people away immediately and don't meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, when I really call Young Master Song, you'll be in big trouble!"
Brother Hu bravely threatened.
"I really don't believe it. Today, no one can stop me. I have to see what the Song family can do to me."
Long Weihua's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was very angry at the Song family, a family that was dead but not yet stiff.
Although they have the name of an ancient martial arts family, in reality, there is no successor. Only Song Yuanhang is capable of doing something, but that's all.
If it were not for the support of hundreds of years of accumulated foundation, it would have been lost in the torrent of history long ago.
It just so happens that the Song family's children have not realized their own mistakes and are very arrogant, which is really annoying.
Brother Hu didn't expect Long Weihua's attitude to be so tough. He was simply unyielding and a little annoyed for a moment.
"Okay, since you insist on doing this, I'll call Young Master Song right now. I hope you don't regret it!"
He took out his cell phone and called Song Yuanfeng directly.
In order to show the Song family's importance to him, he even turned on the speakerphone.
"Hello, Second Master, I'm Brother Tiger!"
As soon as the phone was connected, Brother Hu couldn't wait to shout.
"Hello, this is the 120 Reception Center. The owner of the vehicle was in a car accident and has died. Do you know the owner?"
A gentle female voice came from the phone.
There was a sudden silence at the scene.
Huo Lingfeng suddenly turned his head and looked at Huo Qinghuang, his eyes full of shock.
How long had it been since Qing Huang started to make the prediction, and already Song Yuanfeng was dead?
This is too amazing, isn't it?!
Huo Qinghuang looked indifferent, as if she was not surprised at all.
Long Weihua frowned, and all kinds of speculations instantly emerged in his mind.
Old Master Song had just been admitted to the hospital when Song Yuanfeng died in a car accident. It was hard not to think of something.
If Mr. Song knew the news, he would probably have a hard time getting through this.
"What?! Say it again! I'm looking for Young Master Song. Give him the phone!"
Brother Hu stared at the phone in disbelief, crushing it with such force that he almost broke it.
"Hello, this is the 120 reception center. The owner of the vehicle was in a car accident and has died. Do you know the owner? If so, please notify his family to go to the Imperial Capital Central Hospital to claim the deceased."
The customer service of the 120 Reception Center repeated it again gently and politely.
Brother Hu stared at his phone blankly, as if all his strength had been drained away. His fingers loosened and the phone almost fell to the ground.
"Dead, dead?"
He repeated with trembling lips, his face full of fear.
At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind: It's over...
"Yes, the owner died on the spot. Do you need to call the police?"
The female customer service asked patiently.
"No, no need..."
Brother Hu hung up the phone mechanically, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
The younger brother beside him quickly supported him, his face full of fear.
Their biggest reliance is the Song family. If the Song family is in chaos, their lives will not be easy.
"It seems that you can't call Young Master Song here. If you don't get out of here, you will all be investigated by the police station!"
Seeing these people standing there like wooden stakes, Long Weihua scolded them unceremoniously.
It's just Song Yuanfeng. If he dies, he dies. It's not worth Director Long's concern.
In his opinion, it didn't matter if two more of these playboys who did no good all day died. The air in the imperial capital would be much cleaner.
"You are so cruel. We admit defeat today. Just wait, the Song family will never let this go!"
Hearing Long Weihua's scolding, Brother Hu woke up as if from a dream. He gritted his teeth and uttered a harsh word, then left the gambling stone field in disgrace with a group of younger brothers.
They knew very well that now that Song Yuanfeng was dead, without this big tree, they would not be able to compete with Long Weihua at all.
"Humph! The Black Tiger Gang, without the support of the Song family, what kind of waves can they make?"
Long Weihua snorted coldly, and his words showed that he didn't care about the Black Tiger Gang at all.
"He probably doesn't know that Mr. Song has been admitted to the hospital, otherwise he wouldn't have said such harsh words."
Huo Lingfeng pushed his glasses and spoke slowly.
"A bunch of rabble, they won't last long."
At this time, Huo Qinghuang spoke lightly, with a very cold expression.
Hearing this, Long Weihua's heart moved and he turned to look at her.
He was full of doubts about Song Yuanfeng's death, but he didn't dare to ask Huo Qinghuang directly.
"Ms. Huo, Song Yuanfeng's death is too strange. What do you think about it?"
After a while, Long Weihua couldn't help it and asked after carefully considering his words.
Huo Qinghuang looked calm and said calmly, "Captain Long, there are many unknown things in this world. Song Yuanfeng's death may be due to his excessive evil deeds, and God will punish him accordingly."
Long Weihua's heart trembled. He could tell that Huo Qinghuang had something else in her words, but he did not ask any more questions.
After all, the Huo family is in great need of help now, and Huo Qinghuang's methods are even more mysterious.
Some things are enough to just know in your heart. If you ask too many questions, it will affect the relationship between both parties and it will not be good.
However, they didn't know that Huo Qinghuang didn't intervene in this matter at all. At most, she just broke Song Yuanfeng's protective amulet. His death was entirely his own fault.
After Song Yuanfeng learned that Mr. Song was hospitalized, he immediately drove to the hospital. However, when passing the overpass, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if something was sticking to his back, pressing him so hard that he almost fell on the steering wheel.
Then he felt a choking sensation in his throat, as if something was strangling his neck and making it impossible for him to breathe.
At this moment, Song Yuanfeng seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly touched his protective amulet.
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