No one died.

At most, it will cost you some money and replace the door.

Several people appeared outside Qinyuan and wanted to go in, which aroused the interest of the patrolmen.

"What are you doing?" A patrolman stopped them.

"Oh, my name is Fang Qiran. I am Zhuang Sixing's good friend. I made an appointment with him to meet today."

Fang Qiran said, and hurriedly took out a few packs of cigarettes and stuffed them into the patrolman's hand: "What do you think is going on? How could Boss Zhuang, such a good person, have his house blown up?"

While they were talking there, Qinyuan's housekeeper hurried out, unable to hide the fear on his face: "Boss Fang, are you here? You guys, these are friends of our master."

"go in."

The patrolman yawned.

Fang Qiran immediately led several people behind him into Qinyuan.

…

coming.

Meng Shaoyuan was chopping firewood there hard.

I'll give you a thumbs up, Li Zhifeng, for arranging such a difficult errand for the chief.

Meng Shaoyuan's two arms were all weak after the chop.

You wait.

The one in front is Fang Qiran.

Back?

Takeo Imai!

In Meng Shaoyuan's mind, he quickly connected Takeo Imai with the photos he had seen.

This man made "major contributions" to the establishment of Wang Jingwei's puppet regime.

Normally, Meng Shaoyuan wouldn't even think about it, he could be killed with one shot.

Tolerate!

Everything, for Plan 3!

…

"Boss Fang, you guys wait, I'll go make the announcement."

The housekeeper walked in and came out after a while:

"Guys, our master was frightened. He didn't want to see guests at first, but he heard that the house owner is here."

"Don't worry, we won't be delayed too long."

"Please, please."
Chapter completed!