But soon, his eyelids twitched, and the phone fell to the ground.

Du Liang glanced at him lightly, and said, "What happened?"

Du Guangqi's face was a little pale, and he said tremblingly, "Zhang Guocheng, he's dead."

died! ?

These two simple words directly made the night even more silent, the breathing around all disappeared at this moment, and needles could be heard in the audience.

The faces of the entire Jinling sub-rudder executives were as pale as if they had been dead for three days.

Only Du Liang was holding a teacup in his hand, with his hands behind his back, and the wind was calm.

"Jinling, it's going to be a mess."

The next morning, Ye Hao, who had just woken up, glanced at his phone. Dozens of missed calls showed that something big happened last night.

Ye Hao called back a few calls indifferently, and then got the news that Zhang Guocheng had been killed.

Later, Ye Hao called Zhu Xiangwu, and after learning about the situation, he asked Luo Bohua to send him to Qingshan Funeral Home.

Qingshan Funeral Home is located at the foot of Zijin Mountain. It is a luxurious funeral home with decades of history.

But when it comes to luxury, the funeral home still can't change his original temperament.

When he got out of the car, a strong smell of blood and yin came over his face, making Ye Hao frown slightly.

Even if he is used to seeing battlefields and seeing life and death, he is not used to such scenes.

Soon, Ye Hao followed the signs to the morgue.

There is a huge forensic studio in this place, which contains many instruments and various chemical reagents.

At this moment, Du Guangqi and Zhu Xiangwu were waiting at the entrance of the hall.

After seeing Ye Hao coming, they handed Ye Hao the mask and gloves, and then signaled him to walk into the morgue.

There are many ice coffins on the side of the huge mortuary beside the bed, and in the middle, there is a dissecting table.

There was an extremely pale corpse on the table, with thick bones and thick calluses on the hands and feet. It was Zhang Guocheng.

Ye Hao walked over and squinted at Zhang Guocheng's corpse with an indifferent expression.

"Yesterday evening, the injured Zhang Guocheng was sent to the People's Hospital by his disciples."

Zhu Xiangwu spoke slowly at this moment.

"According to their plan, Zhang Guocheng will fly back to Southwest Tianmen Village after stabilizing his injuries, and then see if he can solve the problem."

"Zhang Guocheng's mood is not stable, and he has been staying by himself in the intensive care unit."

"When the armed helicopter from Southwest Tianmen Village arrived and wanted to take him away, they found him dead on the sofa."

"One palm pierced through the heart veins, without any trace."

Zhu Xiangwu pointed to a palm print on Zhang Guocheng's heart. It can be seen that it was made by a martial arts master.

"The opponent is powerful, at least the peak soldier king." JrNovels.com