Urban divine farmer medical immortal

Late at night, on the busy streets of Jiangnan province.

Zhang Feifei came out of the hotel, his face was ruddy, his walking posture was crooked, and his whole body was full of wine.

The bodyguard beside him supported him, opened the door and said, "Mr. Zhang, be careful."

Zhang Feifei belched, waved his hand and said, "it's OK, this wine can't make me drunk. Damn those Vietnamese, they drank eight bottles of Maotai for this business."

The bodyguard next to him said, "those Vietnamese guys haven't drunk any good wine at all. When they saw Maotai, they certainly fought their lives to drink it."

"Well, anyway, we have a deal. Now drive me home."

The bodyguard got into the driver's seat: "OK, Mr. Zhang."

In the Zhangjia villa, Zhang Bancheng looked up at the big clock on the wall, frowned, and asked Zhang long, who was chatting with his mobile phone on the sofa beside him: "your father hasn't come back at this time, you call to ask."

Zhang Longtou did not lift the way: "grandfather, dad is to talk business with those Vietnamese, just called, is on the way back."

Vietnamese?

Zhang Bancheng's face was wrinkled and almost crowded together. When he heard what Sunan had said that day, he was even more uneasy and said, "I haven't come back at this time. What's the matter?"

Zhang Long impatiently put down his mobile phone and said, "grandfather, why do you care about my father all of a sudden? You didn't worry so much when he went to talk business before."

Zhang Bancheng sighed: "it wasn't your martial uncle that day. He showed your father his face and said that your father had been robbed recently."

Hearing that the old man mentioned Sunan, Zhang long was even more reluctant and said with disdain: "grandfather, you believe this. It's just a lie named Su, but it's just the ignorant common people. If you want to cheat us, Zhang long is still young."

When Zhang Bancheng saw that Sun Tzu had no respect for Sunan's tone, he slapped him on the tea table.

"Shut up Master Zhang's eyes were round and said angrily, "I've told you many times that Sunan is your martial uncle. Seeing him in the future is like seeing me."

Zhang long was shocked by the old man's anger.

In the past, Mr. Zhang was very fond of him, but since the appearance of Southern Jiangsu, his attitude towards him has plummeted.

In addition, the last time he was forced to kneel down, Zhang long was very upset.

But looking at the angry grandfather, he drooped and said: "yes, Sunan is better than your grandson. Can't I call now?"

"Hum!" Mr. Zhang snorted coldly.

Zhang Longman reluctantly picked up the phone, dialed it and said, "Dad, where are you now?"

In order to reassure Mr. Zhang, Zhang Long specially turned on the public address. Zhang Fei's drunken voice came from his mobile phone: "I'm on my way back. Don't wait for me. I'll be home soon."

Zhang Long said, "who is willing to wait for you? It's your grandfather who doesn't trust you."

"There's something wrong with me." Zhang Feifei said with a smile.

Zhang long complained a little: "it's not that Su... Martial uncle. He said that you have a disaster these days, and that your grandfather is in a bad mood these days."

"Ha, come on, Sunan is also your grandfather's younger martial brother. He said we don't have to worry about it. Just make your grandfather happy." Zhang Feiyue never paid attention to what Sunan said.

For Sunan, a cheap elder, if it wasn't for the old man's face, he wouldn't care.

When Zhang Bancheng heard his son's words, he stamped his feet angrily: "this son of a bitch is a set to me and a set behind me. Give me the phone!"

Just when the old man was on the phone.

In vain, the sound of a sudden brake came from the mobile phone

On the other side, Zhang Feifei's car directly hit the guardrail on the side of the road, and several big men in black suits kicked the door open with guns.

"Mr. Zhang, our boss wants to see you. Come with us."

Zhang Feifei's brain was immediately sober. Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, he said in a deep voice: "which group of people sent you?"

The man didn't talk to Zhang Feiyue at all. He said coldly, "Mr. Zhang, you'll know when you go."

Said, this person a hand knife cuts on Zhang Feifei's neck, Zhang Feifei two eyes one black, falls on the position.

At the moment of fainting, what Sunan said suddenly rang out in his brain.

Is this a disaster

At the other end of the phone, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhang long were all silly. They heard what they said on the phone just now.

"Grandpa, dad was kidnapped?" Zhang Long's face is pale with fright. Although he is a dandy, it doesn't mean he is not filial.

Zhang Bancheng put down his mobile phone heavily. At this time, he has been sobered from the initial shock.

"Grandfather..." Zhang Long saw him without saying a word and turned around anxiously.

"Shut up Zhang Bancheng gave a cold drink. He behaved strangely calmly: "I have already warned you that your martial uncle said he had a disaster, but you don't believe it. Now the disaster should be dealt with, and this is retribution!"

"Grandfather, do you mean that all this has been said by Sunan?" Zhang long looked surprised.

In his eyes, Sunan is just about his age. He predicted that his father would have an accident a few days ago?

"Grandfather, is he blind?" Zhang long only felt cold on his back.

If Sunan is really so powerful, wouldn't it be the same as looking for death to fight against him?

"Hum, you go to have a look. They say you should respect younger martial brother su. You don't believe it. Now something's wrong."

"Grandfather, it's not the time to worry about this. What should we do now? Why don't we call the police?" Zhang Long's face was ugly.

"Call the police? We'll be waiting to collect your father's body before the police arrive. "

Zhang long was a little flustered, and his voice trembled: "Grandpa, Dad won't have an accident, will it?"

"These kidnappers are so brave that they dare to touch our family members."

"We can't call the police. What can we do? We can't just watch dad being taken away by them."

Zhang Long's speech has become incoherent.

Zhang Bancheng hummed coldly: "what's the panic? You are the seed of Zhang Jia. Now that your father is in danger, you should start Zhang Jia's big beam."

"But..." Zhang Long's body tightened, and suddenly felt the pressure on his shoulders increased.

Zhang Bancheng said, "don't be anything. You can only find your uncle to solve this problem. You need someone to tie the bell."

"Looking for him? What can he do as a traditional Chinese medicine Zhang Long's instinctive retort.

But Zhang Bancheng's cold eyes, staring at him word by word, said: "now the only way to save your father is to find your martial uncle."#####