In the dining room next to the kitchen, three people were already sitting at the dining table.
One was in his early forties, and the other two were in their twenties.
They saw the handsome boy Jie coming in with a very pretty girl, and they all greeted him but did not stand up.
Brother Leopard walked directly to the door of a nearby study and knocked twice.
Then he pushed the door halfway open and said to the inside: "Mr. Song, handsome Jie is back. He said he has something important to discuss with you."
"Let him come in directly!" A crisp and loud command came from inside.
Brother Leopard gestured over here, letting him in, and opened the door completely, and Lawrence Lu walked over slowly.
Lian Xiaomin followed him and when she arrived at the door, she looked inside. The study was more than 40 square meters and was simply furnished with only a desk and a large bookshelf.
There are also dark sofas and tea tables.
Song Zixiong was sitting alone at the tea table drinking tea. Today he was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and black trousers.
Next to him stood a man in his twenties, wearing a tight black shorts.
He is tall and thin, but very strong.
People here are generally not tall, so I was quite surprised to see someone who is about 185cm tall.
Looking at his face, he looks good, with three-dimensional features, a high nose bridge, and a standard mouth shape, and he looks like a northerner.
The two of them walked in, and Abao did not leave. He stayed in the study and closed the door.
Song Zixiong sat with his back very straight. Judging from his posture, he must be a martial artist. His eyes were sharp and he noticed that something was wrong with the visitor after just two glances.
Before Lawrence Lu could speak, he spoke impatiently.
"Ajie, what happened to you? You were gone for just two days. What happened? Are you injured?"
"Mr. Song, that's right. I had two gunshot wounds on my body and almost lost my life. I didn't expect that I could still live to see you."
A Bao on the side understood what he had guessed in his mind just now. Handsome Jie must have been seriously injured, but he did not ask any more questions.
Song Zixiong was a very straightforward person. Upon hearing this, he stood up and walked to Lu Guanjie in two steps.
He reached out and undressed him, taking a closer look.
It seems that she is very concerned and seems to care about him a lot.
After checking, he said directly: "Come over and sit down, and tell me what's going on."
Then he turned back to the tall young man and said, "Abin, go ask Sister Lian to bring a bowl of Tremella soup that she made. You are so badly injured, don't drink tea."
Abin agreed and immediately walked out with his long legs.
Lawrence Lu went over and sat down slowly, with Lian Xiaomin standing next to him.
Song Zixiong sat back in his previous seat, facing him across the tea table.
He just looked up at the girl standing beside him, who was wearing neat light green clothes, and seemed to be in a trance for a moment.
His expression seemed as if he vaguely remembered an old friend.
Ah Bao stood beside Master Song and asked with concern: "Ah Jie, are you okay now? Why didn't you call me to tell me so that I could go over there."
Lawrence Lu was about to speak when Abin came back. He was also impatient and couldn't wait for Sister Lian, so he brought the drinks over on a tray himself.
The door closed again, and Song Zixiong said, "Ajie, there are no outsiders here. If you have anything to say, just tell me. If you are attacked by your enemies, I will avenge you."
Lawrence Lu was also a little moved by the other party’s attitude.
Even Xiaomin could see that the other party really valued him very much, and his concern was sincere without a trace of falsehood.
"Master Song, I want to confess something to you. The night before last, I was the one who killed Chen Rongfa and the other five people."
"All the gunshot wounds on my body were caused by Adong, but in the end I took care of them all."
Abao and Abin were both horrified, but Mr. Song remained calm.
After hearing this, he stared at the person in front of him with a pair of hawk-like eyes and said only one sentence: "Then you have to give me a reason."
Then wait for him to continue.
"Mr. Song, do you know that two years ago, there was a sensational case in Hong Kong? Boss Lu, Lu Zhuolin's family of five was wiped out, and all the treasures were lost..."
"I am his youngest son who ran away from home and severed all ties with them at an early age. I have been living alone in the UK and no one knows about my relationship with them."
"For the past two years, I have been tracking down the murderer. Two months ago, some valuable jewelry and antiques from my family appeared on the market."
"Following the clues, I finally found out that the murder was committed by Chen Rongfa!"
Song Zixiong seemed to be thinking about something with a stern face.
"So, you joined New Yi'an to avenge your family? You took the opportunity to get close to Chen Rongfa... and killed him the night before yesterday?"
The two people standing behind Mr. Song frowned with complicated expressions. Although they could understand what Handsome Jie did, they still felt very unhappy.
"That's right! But I want to tell you another thing, it's related to you, Master Song." Lawrence Lu said loudly, "I also found out that the death of the second young master Song Shihao was not that simple..."
At this moment, Song Zixiong could no longer hold back and became very emotional.
"Go on! What did you find out?"
"I have a recording in my hand, and I understand everything once I listen to it."
He turned around and motioned Lian Xiaomin to take out the recorder. Abao came over and stared at her handbag.
With slender hands, she quickly opened the bag, took out the tape recorder, showed it to Abao, then pressed the play button and placed it on the tea table.
The cassette started to play, and a conversation between a man and a woman could be heard. As soon as they started talking, Ah Bin on the other end said quickly, "This is Brother Bang and Sister-in-law Wan Tao. Did I hear it correctly?"
He looked at Brother Bao, and when their eyes met, he received the other party's affirmation.
Song Zixiong immediately raised his hand, signaling him not to speak and to continue listening attentively.
As the content from the recorder continued to play into his ears, his expression gradually became more fierce.
By the time he had heard everything, his face was distorted, his eyes were about to explode, and he was burning with rage.
With a sudden force, the tea bowl in his hand was crushed, and the porcelain fragments scattered all over the floor, mixed with a few drops of blood dripping from the cut on the palm of his hand.
Abao quickly went to the drawer under the bookshelf to get gauze.
As for Abin, his eyes were wide open, his teeth were gritted, and he stood in front of Mr. Song, his lips began to tremble.
"Uncle Xiong! Is this true?"
"...Ah Hao and I grew up together. He is only two years younger than me, but he has always taken care of me..."
"Even back then, when my dad was seriously ill and bedridden, he and I went to take care of him together... If this is true, I must kill this bastard couple with my own hands!"
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