1779 Aren't We Going Too Far?

At the same time, the He Family.

He Congming came out in a bathrobe and picked up the flower tea made by the servant on the table. He took a sip and then put the teacup down. Next, he walked towards the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at the burly man who had rushed back. "Have you delivered it?"

The burly man was the one who had forced his way into the Jiang family and taken Jiang Xianrou away. At this moment, he lowered his head and replied respectfully, "I've already sent it, Big Brother."

"Mm." He Congming took another sip of tea disapprovingly and responded casually. He made it obvious that he didn't take the Jiang family seriously.

The burly man raised his head and stole a glance at him, then continued in a low voice, "The people I sent have been guarding the entrance of the sanatorium. Not long after we sent it, the sanatorium called an ambulance. Old Master Jiang probably couldn't take the stimulation and had an accident…"

He Congming raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. Only mockery could be seen in his eyes. "Heh, he's gone?"

"This… I don't know yet." Brother Biao quickly lowered his head and hesitated for a moment. Then, he looked up and said humbly, "Big brother, aren't we going too far? Jiang Weishang has some connections and status in the capital. If we directly touch him, what if—"

He Congming threw the teacup on the table in disdain, making a clanging sound and interrupting the man's words. He was very disdainful. "What if what? What if the Jiang family takes revenge? Do I look like I'm afraid of them? It's just the Jiang family. I don't care!

"This is just a lesson for them.

"If Old Master Jiang accidentally dies, I can only say that he's unlucky. They can't blame me. At most, I'll burn three more incense sticks on his old grave on the first day of the Qingming <anno data-annotation-id="2913c752-505f-4243-b726-00b29eabfc73">Festival</anno>. I'll do my part."

He spoke calmly, but only contempt and coldness could be seen in his eyes. It was obvious that he did not like the Jiang family from the bottom of his heart.

He wasn't afraid that they would settle scores with him.

The burly man actually wanted to say that this matter had nothing to do with Old Master Jiang and Jiang Zongnan. It was a little too much to implicate the two of them.

However, his big brother could not listen to him, so he could not protest. He could only shut his mouth with a heavy heart and say, "Then, I'll call the person who's spying back."

"Go on."

In a good mood, He Congming even opened a bottle of wine to celebrate. After he pulled out the cork and poured himself a glass of wine, he seemed to have thought of something and called him.

"Wait a minute."

The burly man turned around and waited for his instructions.

He Congming smiled coldly and said, "If Old Master Jiang, unfortunately, leaves this time, help me give a red packet to the Jiang family later."

The burly man opened his mouth but did not say anything in the end. He just nodded and did as he was told.

* * *

General Hospital.

Elder Huang and Shen Yugui arrived at the sanatorium almost at the same time as the ambulance.

Qiao Nian went to pick them up outside. Along the way, she briefly told them about Old Master Jiang's health. The doctors waiting for them when they arrived outside the emergency room hurriedly prepared surgical gowns for them. Elder Huang patted Qiao Nian's shoulder before he entered the operating room. He didn't say much, but everything was obvious.

Then, he and Shen Yugui hurried into the operating room.

Three of Jiang Zongnan's ribs had been broken for no reason. Basically, everyone in the Jiang family was in the hospital.

Now that Old Master Jiang had passed out, the situation was unknown. A rare black cloud enveloped everyone's heads.

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