Mr. Song pondered for a moment and said, "We'll know if we investigate. It's most likely that Zhang Zhonghai, the leader of the Green Lion Hall under Yin Dongfang, sent someone to do it."
Lian Xiaomin chatted with Mr. Song about Zhang Zhonghai for a while and had a general idea of what he was doing.
At this time, Azan came out: "Master Song, Brother Feihong is awake!"
They entered the ward and saw Feihong lying down. It was inconvenient for him to sit up, but it seemed that he was fine.
Mr. Song sat on a chair at the side: "Ah Hong, you just take a good rest in the hospital. Let Tianhua and Tianzhan stay here. Just tell me if there is anything at home."
"Master Song, I don't think the wound is serious. I don't want my sister to know so that she won't worry."
"Okay, I got it. Then I won't notify Aju. Just focus on recovering from your injuries. Without you, Lanny will probably have to lie here too."
"... Jiachang went to the company first. They will come to see you in a while."
Fei Hong said hurriedly: "Of course I will protect Brother Lanni."
Everyone talked for a while, and Mr. Song, Lian Xiaomin, and Lawrence Lu planned to leave first to let him have a good rest.
Feihong thanked Amin and Ajie. He heard that it was Amin who ran into the hospital carrying him horizontally. Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help but laugh while covering the wound on his abdomen.
Lian Xiaomin told him to get well soon! She was waiting for him to get well so that he could start filming and become the mainstay of the company.
Everyone left the ward and walked out.
Abao drove Mr. Song back, Lu Guanjie got in the car and went back with Amin, and Sun Xuefeng followed behind in his own car.
"Amin, are you planning to check Zhang Zhonghai yourself? I see you're asking so many questions."
Lian Xiaomin smiled and said, "I plan to go check it out tonight. Don't worry, I know what to do."
Lawrence Lu smiled helplessly. He knew that Amin liked to act alone and was a lone ranger, so he had to follow her.
Around nine o'clock that evening, Lian Xiaomin changed into black clothes and went out.
She drove straight to Zhang Zhonghai's house on Lockhart Street in Wan Chai.
The person who knows the most information must be his opponent. Xin Yian must always be vigilant and pay attention to the big guys and key figures of the Number Gang.
When Mr. Song mentioned Zhang Zhonghai, he usually lived in Wan Chai.
She parked the car nearby and walked more than two hundred meters before finding the gate of the mansion.
The house was not very big, and there were quite a few people walking around in the yard at this time.
Lian Xiaomin stood in a hidden corner in the dark, releasing his mental power to observe the situation inside.
There were three people sitting in the living room, and the other six or seven men were called out to guard outside.
On the luxurious leather sofa, one of the men, who was about 45 years old, wearing a blue Chinese cardigan, was smoking a cigarette and explaining something to the two young men in their twenties in front of him.
This should be Zhang Zhonghai.
Lian Xiaomin immediately recognized that the two young men were the killers who opened fire at the company gate at noon today!
She was looking after Fei Hong on the ground at the time. Although she couldn't see the people in the car with her eyes, could she still not see them with her mental power?
These are the two people.
A man with very dark skin, like charcoal, with a buzz cut and a thin figure.
The other one had a Hong Kong-style slicked-back hair, a long face, and a mustache. He was older than the "black-haired guy", but no more than thirty years old.
The man with the slicked-back hair was sitting in the front driver's seat and was responsible for driving. The one who shot Feihong was the "black-haired man" sitting in the back seat.
Lian Xiaomin can now conclude that Mr. Song's guess is absolutely correct, and today's incident must have been done by the killers sent by Zhang Zhonghai.
She thought that if she inferred this, it meant that the 13K people had set their sights on seeking revenge and wanted to get rid of Fei Hong.
Maybe he had been following him, and then saw him going out alone to the company to sign a contract, so he looked for an opportunity to take action.
Feihong is the most important person around the leader of Xinyi'an. Apart from Abin, he is also the closest person to Mr. Song. He treats him like his apprentice and adopted son.
Killing him must be for the purpose of targeting Mr. Song.
However, unexpectedly, what Zhang Zhonghai said next surprised Lian Xiaomin.
"Ah Xiao, Wen Guang, I told you to hide for a while, why did you come to my place so openly?"
The older man with a beard and slicked back hair spoke.
"Boss, Xiao and I were going to hide as you said. We had already bought the boat tickets to Macau tonight, but something unexpected happened."
Zhang Zhonghai's eyes widened: "What accident?"
"It was the leader... He sent someone to call us over for questioning, asking if we were the one who shot Fei Hong, one of Song Zixiong's men, today."
"...Of course we can't admit it. I came here to report to you before leaving tonight. It seems that Mr. Yin has already suspected it."
A Xiao at the side also said: "Yes, boss, if the two of us hide in Macau at this time, it will be obvious that I did it, right? My marksmanship is one of the best in the gang..."
Wen Guang also nodded: "Yes, boss, what do you think we should do next?"
Zhang Zhonghai pondered for a moment, smoking quietly without saying a word.
He could already see that his two men were very nervous. After all, they were personally called in for questioning by Mr. Yin, so it must be stressful.
"Don't be afraid, just go to Macau. Mr. Yin is just worried about offending Song Zixiong."
"...I haven't settled the score with you for today's failure. Ah Xiao, do you have the nerve to say that you are the best shooter in the gang? You didn't kill Lanny and Handsome Jie, but Fei Hong got shot!"
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