Chapter: 92
Secretary Zhang panicked immediately.
Facing Zhao Hu, she could barely remain calm.
If she faced Ma Tianhao, she might not have the courage to stand up.
"Ms. Li, why don't we ask Mr. Yang? Let him ask President Wang to come forward and mediate." Secretary Zhang responded quickly.
"I already owe Yang Wei too many favors, and I don't want to trouble him anymore." Li Qingyao shook his head slightly.
"Then what should we do? If Master Ma pursues the case, won't we have to finish the game?" Secretary Zhang said with a sad face.
"Don't get confused. I'm a partner of the Cao family now. As long as the new company is formally established tomorrow and protected by the big tree of the Cao family, Master Ma shouldn't go too far." Li Qingyao said.
"Yes, yes! There is also the Cao family!"
Secretary Zhang looked happy: "As long as the opening ceremony goes smoothly, we will be members of the Cao family once it is announced at that time! No one dares to bully us again!"
Now all their hopes are placed on the Cao family.
...
At dusk, at the entrance of the Zhao family villa.
Along with a roar, a large number of military jeeps came in a mighty manner.
On the front car, there was a flag with the four characters "Western Theater" written on it.
When the jeep stopped, rows of heavily armed soldiers stepped out.
A chilling air began to spread around.
"General, we're here!"
An adjutant walked to the front car and saluted.
The next second, the car door opened.
A middle-aged man wearing a battle robe, tall, powerful, and with sharp eyes stepped out.
This person is none other than the deputy general of the Western Theater Command, Zhao Xiong!
"Uncle! You are finally here?!"
At this time, the door of the villa slowly opened.
Zhao Tianlong, who was wearing sackcloth and mourning, limped out with the support of two people.
"Take me to see the corpse." Zhao Xiong said solemnly.
Zhao Tianlong did not dare to say anything and immediately led the way.
Walking into the living room, a coffin was placed at the door.
Inside the coffin, Zhao Hu's eyes were closed tightly and he was already dead.
"What happened? Why did your father die suddenly?!"
Zhao Xiong gritted his teeth, his expression terrifyingly gloomy. JrNovels.com
Facing Zhao Hu, she could barely remain calm.
If she faced Ma Tianhao, she might not have the courage to stand up.
"Ms. Li, why don't we ask Mr. Yang? Let him ask President Wang to come forward and mediate." Secretary Zhang responded quickly.
"I already owe Yang Wei too many favors, and I don't want to trouble him anymore." Li Qingyao shook his head slightly.
"Then what should we do? If Master Ma pursues the case, won't we have to finish the game?" Secretary Zhang said with a sad face.
"Don't get confused. I'm a partner of the Cao family now. As long as the new company is formally established tomorrow and protected by the big tree of the Cao family, Master Ma shouldn't go too far." Li Qingyao said.
"Yes, yes! There is also the Cao family!"
Secretary Zhang looked happy: "As long as the opening ceremony goes smoothly, we will be members of the Cao family once it is announced at that time! No one dares to bully us again!"
Now all their hopes are placed on the Cao family.
...
At dusk, at the entrance of the Zhao family villa.
Along with a roar, a large number of military jeeps came in a mighty manner.
On the front car, there was a flag with the four characters "Western Theater" written on it.
When the jeep stopped, rows of heavily armed soldiers stepped out.
A chilling air began to spread around.
"General, we're here!"
An adjutant walked to the front car and saluted.
The next second, the car door opened.
A middle-aged man wearing a battle robe, tall, powerful, and with sharp eyes stepped out.
This person is none other than the deputy general of the Western Theater Command, Zhao Xiong!
"Uncle! You are finally here?!"
At this time, the door of the villa slowly opened.
Zhao Tianlong, who was wearing sackcloth and mourning, limped out with the support of two people.
"Take me to see the corpse." Zhao Xiong said solemnly.
Zhao Tianlong did not dare to say anything and immediately led the way.
Walking into the living room, a coffin was placed at the door.
Inside the coffin, Zhao Hu's eyes were closed tightly and he was already dead.
"What happened? Why did your father die suddenly?!"
Zhao Xiong gritted his teeth, his expression terrifyingly gloomy. JrNovels.com
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