Chapter 77 I blew up the Pei family’s ancestral tomb?
The study returned to silence. Pei Yuezhou tapped his fingertips on the keyboard, deleting the emails he had recently read one by one.
The dim light of the screen reflected his slightly gloomy eyes, and his emotions were unclear.
Autumn always passes by quickly, and it is already the end of autumn in the blink of an eye.
As soon as Song Yanan stepped into the house, he saw Song Zhiyu, who rarely came home, sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Thinking of the reports his bodyguards had handed him in the past few days, his face suddenly darkened, and he asked with suppressed anger, "Look at what you've done! Who have you provoked recently?"
Song Zhiyu shrugged nonchalantly, looking innocent: "God is my conscience, it was obviously that person who bit me like crazy."
He was just thinking about the other person's wife. He didn't do anything substantial at all. This man is too petty.
He changed the subject: "By the way, Second Uncle, I'm going abroad for a while and will be back at the end of the year to pay homage to my ancestors."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan'an's cell phone suddenly rang.
The moment he picked up the phone, his expression changed slightly, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Song Zhiyu instantly became a little gloomy.
He quickly stepped forward and called out to Song Zhiyu, who was about to stand up: "Wait."
The next second, several bodyguards rushed in like a tide and surrounded Song Zhiyu in an instant.
Song Zhiyu frowned and glanced at Song Yan'an: "What is Second Uncle going to do?"
Song Yanan hung up the phone, his tone as cold as ice: "Who told you to provoke anyone else, but you had to provoke that person?"
He paused, his words carrying a hint of coldness, "My dear nephew, the Song family can no longer protect you."
The pressure from that person is no joke. Besides, who would give up the existing interests of the Song family for an illegitimate child?
Song Zhiyu sneered.
It's already this time, and you're still talking so high-soundingly.
He didn't show any panic on his face. He just slowly straightened his collar and let the bodyguard lead him to the car at the door.
Just as the car was about to start, a red Ferrari suddenly cut in and blocked the car.
The butler quickly stepped forward, opened the car door, and welcomed Song Chuhe down.
Song Chuhe's eyes swept across the tense scene in front of him, and his tone was a bit nonchalant: "It seems that the Song family is quite lively today."
Song Yan'an's eyelids twitched for no reason.
Song Chuhe came here at this time, could it be that he was going to do something bad?
He suppressed his uneasiness and walked forward with a cold face: "It's just some family matters."
Song Chuhe didn't respond to him and walked straight to the back seat where Song Zhiyu was sitting.
The car window slowly lowered, and he looked at Song Zhiyu in the car, with a smile as soft as a mask on his face: "Tell me, what did you do to make that mad dog so angry?"
It would be bad enough that he was causing trouble for the Song family in terms of the capital chain, but he even went to the Song family to ask for people. I guess Song Zhiyu really touched the bottom line.
Song Zhiyu sighed, looking aggrieved: "Brother, I am really wronged.
I was just drunk a few days ago and said I was interested in his wife, but I didn't do anything out of line. How could I have imagined he would go so far?"
The smile on Song Chuhe's face faded a little, and the aura around him also turned cold.
Song Zhiyu didn't care too much.
He knew that Song Chuhe was not really willing to help him, and he still had Heinasen as his backer. If things really came to a last resort, he could just reveal his trump card.
In the powerful circle of the capital, few people dare to touch Heinasen's people.
"Go to the helipad at home now, the private plane is waiting for you." Song Chuhe suddenly spoke.
Song Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.
Song Chuhe wants to help him?
This is too abnormal.
Song Yan'an's face instantly turned pale. He stepped forward and shouted, "Song Chuhe, what do you want to do? Haven't you had enough of the business war with the Pei family? Stay out of this!"
Song Chuhe sneered and raised his chin.
The bodyguard who had originally obeyed Song Yan'an's orders suddenly turned against him and held Song Yan'an under control.
"What are you going to do?!" Song Yan'an panicked and struggled to break free.
"Nothing." Song Chuhe said calmly, "I'm just helping the Song family get rid of a traitor."
"Song Chuhe! If you dare to touch me, I'll see how you deal with the board of directors!" Song Yan'an threatened in a stern manner.
"Uncle, you're joking." Song Chuhe said with a somewhat cold tone, "The weather in the capital has been cold recently, and it's not suitable for someone of your age to stay for a long time. As your nephew, I just want to invite you to spend the winter abroad and recuperate."
“Song Chuhe, you dare!”
Song Chuhe was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and waved his hand.
The bodyguards immediately lifted up Song Yan'an and dragged him out the door.
Song Zhiyu looked up at Song Chuhe, his eyes full of inquiry: "Why are you helping me?"
He didn't believe that this usually cold-blooded man would suddenly become kind.
"Pei Yuezhou and I don't get along." Song Chuhe said frankly, "The more frustrated he is, the happier I am."
Song Zhiyu didn't believe it completely, but he didn't ask any more questions. He walked towards the tarmac accompanied by his bodyguards.
Liu Yu quickly leaned over to Song Chuhe's ear and whispered, "Sir, how much do you believe Song Zhiyu's words?"
"It's not important." Song Chuhe looked at the distant sky with an indifferent tone, "Since Pei Yuezhou wants him so much, I won't let him have his way."
He turned to look at Liu Yu and added, "Have someone keep a close eye on Song Zhiyu and don't let him get away."
"Yes." Liu Yu responded and retreated.
The black car sped down the street. Lin Zhi's knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel as he gave orders into the headset: "Song Chuhe's private helipad. Stop Song Zhiyu. I want him alive or dead."
He had just intercepted the message from his informant half an hour ago.
Song Chuhe not only intercepted the person, but also dispatched a private plane to send Song Zhiyu away from Beijing.
Lin Zhi immediately dispatched nearly half of the manpower, rushing to the Song family's helipad, while having people block the airport highway and surrounding airspace, even the backup route was not spared.
"Assistant Lin, the target convoy has been spotted three kilometers ahead! Song Zhiyu's car is in the middle, with two bodyguard cars escorting it in front and behind." The man in the passenger seat suddenly spoke, pointing at the flickering red dot on the navigation screen.
Lin Zhi's eyes flashed coldly. He swerved the steering wheel and pressed the intercom at the same time: "Team One, flank from the left and knock away their escort vehicles. Team Two, lock onto the middle vehicle and don't give it a chance to change lanes. Remember, save Song Zhiyu's life."
The roar of the engines suddenly intensified, and three black cars rushed into the main road from the side road like arrows, heading straight for Song Zhiyu's convoy.
The bodyguard car in the front reacted extremely quickly and immediately slowed down to try to stop the car, but was hit hard from the side and rear by Lin Zhi's car. The car body instantly lost control and slid out while rubbing the guardrail.
"Bang--"
There was another loud bang, and another escort vehicle was forced to stop by the second group. As soon as the window was lowered, it was pointed at by a black gun muzzle.
Song Zhiyu sat in the back seat, looking at the car that suddenly rushed out of the window, and his face finally changed.
The driver's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He stepped on the accelerator and wanted to rush out, but the lanes on both sides were blocked by Lin Zhi's men, so he could only spin in place.
At this moment, Lin Zhi's car stopped steadily in front of them. He pushed open the door and got out. His black windbreaker fluttered in the night wind, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Master Song, my master wants you to go back and have a chat." Lin Zhi walked to the back seat and raised his hand to knock on the car window.
Song Zhiyu gritted his teeth and glanced at the row of gun barrels pointed at him, "Is this how you ask for favors?"
The bodyguard in the passenger seat was about to resist when he was swiftly subdued by Lin Zhi's men.
The car door was opened, and Lin Zhi bent down to look at Song Zhiyu, his tone leaving no room for negotiation: "Do you want to leave by yourself, or should I ask you to leave?"
Song Zhiyu got out of the car and scanned the scene before him, which looked exactly like a scene from a TV drama. His eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but ask, "I'm not saying I'm guilty of anything like this, am I?"
It was such a big fuss that I would have thought he had blown up the Pei family's ancestral tomb.
Lin Zhi didn't waste time talking to him and had Song Zhiyu taken to the car.
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