Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Walking out of Antique Street, Xie Bowen frowned and frowned, quietly approaching Meng Zezhi's ear, and whispered, "Dad, someone is following us."

"Huh?" At this moment, Meng Zezhi was thinking about the seal. Hearing this, he casually said, "Is it a paparazzi or your fan?"

"It should be none of them." Xie Bowen said hesitantly, narrowing his shortsightedness.

Meng Zezhi followed his line of sight and looked at it. On the glass window of the shop opposite, seven or eight men behind them could be clearly seen walking towards them aggressively.

Xie Bowen was a little confused: "Dad, or let's stop a taxi and go."

"Farewell, it's not your father and mine style to escape before battle. Besides, I also want to know what hatred this group has with our father and son." Meng Zezhi held the folding fan in his right hand and slapped it on the palm of his left hand: "Go, Find a place with fewer people to meet them."

"Big brother, they have taken the underground passage." Xin Gao said flatly.

"Also use you to say, when I am blind, go and follow." The beer belly middle-aged man said maliciously.

When they reached the place, Meng Zezhi and the two stopped and looked back at the entrance of the passage.

When the beer belly middle-aged man approached and saw his face clearly, Xie Bowen's expression changed: "Hou Wanhua?"

Hou Wanhua stretched out his sleeves, squinted his eyes into a gap, stared at Xie Bowen, and said with a stern tone: "Xie Bowen, you have a very comfortable life these days, but I was miserable. I was in the hospital. Lie down for more than two months."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Meng Zezhi remembered.

Some time ago, Xie Bowen broke a leg of a drunk investor who wanted to take advantage of him at a movie celebration banquet starring him.

This investor is not exactly Hou Wanhua in front of him.

Hou Wanhua had nothing to do, but he couldn't bear it. He had a good background. Both black and white have some connections. In order to help Xie Bowen suppress this matter, Duan Congyan paid a considerable price. The cash money sent out was no less than 5 million.

Because of this, Xie Bowen also had to leave the United States to avoid the limelight for the time being.

On the third day of returning to China, he ran into Hou Wanhua again.

Looking at the other party's aggressive look, it was clear that he didn't want to let it go.

The reason why Xie Bowen dared to act on Hou Wanhua was because he was angry and because he didn't know the identity of Hou Wanhua.

Now that he knew it, he couldn't harden it anymore.

After all, it's because of lack of confidence.

Xie Bowen reflexively took a step back, his heart tightened, pretending to be calm: "You have received the money and property from my uncle Duan. Isn't this the end?"

"Now?" Hou Wanhua smiled and said, "I'm kidding! You are just wishful thinking, I didn't agree with me, Lao Tzu."

Xie Bowen was really outraged by Hou Wanhua's shamelessness, but he didn't even have the courage to resist.

He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "What do you want?"

"You ask me what I want?" Hou Wanhua sneered, "I will give you two choices, or, honestly let me break your legs."

As he said, a look of lewdness flashed in his eyes: "Or, stay with me for two months."

"What do you look at, go up there..." Ling raised his eyebrows and glared, and blasted the passing people away.

Xie Bowen opened his eyes angrily, his teeth rattled: "Don't think about it—"

"I advise you not to make a decision lightly." Hou Wanhua threatened: "Duan Congyan can protect you for a while, but can't protect you for the rest of your life. If he really annoys me, I have hundreds of ways to make him unable to eat. Go ahead."

"You—" Xie Bowen's eyes flushed instantly.

The more desperate Xie Bowen was, the more proud Hou Wanhua was: "If you were as good as I wanted from the beginning, you won't have so many bad things."

With that said, he took two steps forward and reached out to touch Xie Bowen's face.

The next moment, a folding fan blocked his hand.

"Good, good," Meng Zezhi laughed angrily: "It is said that the most inferior is invincible. This is considered a gain in knowledge."

"Who are you?" Hou Wanhua noticed that there were other people present.

Meng Zezhi sneered and said, "The one who took care of you."

After speaking, he lifted his foot and kicked Hou Wanhua's stomach fiercely.

"puff."

He was kicked and kicked, Hou Wanhua twisted his facial features into a ball, and suddenly spouted a mouthful of acid water. He grinned, "Fuck—"

Before he could finish his words, Meng Zezhi reached out and grabbed his hair. Hou Wanhua was in pain, followed his hands and walked forward, and then slammed into the wall.

With a bang, Hou Wanhua rolled his eyes and fainted, leaving only a bloodstain on the wall.

Seeing this scene, Ling was so tall that he wanted to split, and shouted, "Big Brother."

As he said, he suddenly raised his head to look at Meng Zezhi, and said sharply, "What are you guys doing in a daze, come on—"

Only then did the people around him react, and immediately surrounded the two of Meng Zezhi.

Then Meng Zezhi kicked out one by one.

Xu is the remnant consciousness of his predecessor at work. The son was humiliated in this way, and Meng Zezhi was cruel. After a while, apart from him and Xie Bowen, there was only a tall man left intact on the court.

Listening to the wailing of the companions beside him, the tall man swallowed, with a look of horror on his face, he trembled and said, "You, you guys wait for me—"

With that said, he picked up the unconscious Hou Wanhua with difficulty and stumbled away.

Xie Bowen reacted. After the great grief and joy, he looked worried: "Dad, we have a big event, and the Hou and Liu families will not let us go." Maybe he will be tired of Uncle Duan.

The Hou family is in politics, and the Liu family is in business. Both of them are regarded as small and famous in the capital. Hou Wanhua is the only brother of the current head of the Hou family. His mother is the most favored daughter of the Liu family. Therefore, Hou Wanhua has always been the Hou Liu family. The existence of detachment.

Otherwise he dare to be so rampant!

"Who won't let it go, it's not necessarily!" Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes, raised his left hand, and shook slightly, only to see a small amount of hair between his index and middle fingers.

If he hadn't scored his hole cards, he would dare to deal with Hou Wanhua in such broad daylight.

Now that everyone is fighting, just play harder.

"Go, go to the paper tie shop."

When he got home, Xie Bowen had a box of white candles in his arms.

When Han Daqin arrived, what he saw was the scene of the Xie family and his son pinching the villain with melted candles.

"You are here just right, come and help." Meng Zezhi instructed unceremoniously.

"Hey." Han Daqin responded, found a chair next to Meng Zezhi and Meng Zezhi, and asked, "Uncle Xie, how should I get it?"

"Simple," Meng Zezhi pointed out to him: "It's just to make a melted candle into a villain. Remember, you must add this to the villain's head."

He was talking about the neatly arranged hairs tied with red rope on the table.

These hairs vary in length, and the shortest is less than half a centimeter.

Han Daqin asked, "Uncle Xie, what's the use of doing this?"

Without raising his head, Meng Zezhi said lightly: "Pack up a brave guy."

"Who?" Han Daqin asked subconsciously.

Meng Zezhi did not answer any more. He grabbed a villain, took out a needle from Fushui, clamped it with tweezers, put it on the candle, and burned it for a while, then plunged into the villain’s stomach and pulled it out. , Leaving only a black pinhole.

Then put the tied figure into the sink.

Among these little people, in terms of blood relationship, one with a whole hair buried in his head represents Hou Wanhua himself, six half-hairs represent his parents, brothers and heirs, and twelve one-third hairs represent Hou Wanhua. His uncle and nephew...

The specific figures were calculated by Meng Zezhi deliberately, covering most of the relatives of Hou Wanhua's father and mother in Wufu.

No one is perfect, especially those who are engaged in business and politics. Except for a small number of honest people who insist on the bottom line, they are more or less committing crimes. The reason why they have been able to stay safe and sound until now is that it is better to cover up. Either someone is covering it.

Either way, all Meng Zezhi had to do was to make a hole in their protective cover.

Seeing that Meng Zezhi didn't return him, Han Daqin looked at Xie Bowen as if asking for advice.

Xie Bowen was half hopeful and half perturbed, and said with suspicion: "Hou Wanhua."

"Hou Wanhua?" Han Daqin stared slightly.

The author has something to say:

Xie Bowen: Wait, isn't this the part of the heroine in the TV series?

Duan Congyan: Ha!