Just as the old man had said.
Yin Hong was not here for that twenty million at all.
After they moved the money, they showed no signs of leaving.
"Xiao Zheng," Yin Hong walked upstairs, with a hint of a smile, "Uncle really likes this estate. How about letting Uncle take care of Xiao Zheng from now on? Consider it doing something for old Mr. Sheng."
"Yin Hong!" the old man bellowed, "Has Mr. Sheng wronged you in any way that now, in his time of need, you kick him while he's down?"
"You old fool, shut up!" scolded someone by Yin Hong's side, "Is it your turn to speak?"
Chuzheng stopped the old man and stepped forward.
Under Yin Hong's sinister smile, she raised her hand…
Yin Hong wasn't on his guard because he saw nothing in Chuzheng's hands.
But when his body flew out, crashing down from the upper floor to the lower, his face revealed shock.
One of Yin Hong's men drew a gun and aimed at Chuzheng, firing a shot.
Bang—
"Miss!"