Sister, you miss me

"Why did you say this?" Yang Feng asked strangely.

"The elders of my youth gang who have not asked about world affairs for many years will actually speak for you."

"I am not sure as well."

"Haha, it's good, the green hills do not change the green water, there will be a period later."

Watching the two cars leave, Yang Feng shook his head lightly, and sat down again, feeling deeply that Deacon Xing could really act as coercion.

Does your literary speech mean that you have a culture?

Talking to you is fucking hard.

Yang Feng was secretly slandering himself, and the sound of unhurried footsteps sounded behind him again. Yang Feng turned his head and saw a tall blond foreign man walking slowly.

This person has had several connections with him.

"Why, you also came to fight?" Yang Feng asked coldly.

The visitor shook his finger and smiled very gentlemanly: "Yang Feng, please allow me to introduce myself."

"Speak straight."

"You really have no patience, because a little thing messes up your mind, how can this be a big thing?"

"What the hell are you trying to say, bothering you!"

"My name is Dracula Nicolas Cage and I come from Ai."

Yang Feng got up slowly, his eyes cold and sharp, and his whole body was on guard.

"Don't be nervous, I am definitely not your enemy." Dracula waved his hand repeatedly: "Have you heard of my master Brighton?"

"Brighton?"

"Why, have you heard of it? Who told you this? Is it Yang Zhantian?"

"Do you still know my dad?"

"We were very good friends. In this way, you already know who you really are."

"What if you know, what if you don't know, what I am most interested in now is your purpose."

Dracula pressed his hands down, and his blue eyes looked a little strange under the night light: "Young man, relax, I said, I have no malice. I am entrusted by your grandfather to come to China to find you, and I will observe you. It’s been several days, so long as you do the last appraisal, you can take you to see him."

Yang Feng sneered: "Why should I meet him? I've been living well for twenty years?"

"That's not the case, Yang Feng, listen to me, the past can't tell who is right and who is wrong, then let it all pass! Your grandfather is old, and you are his only relative in this world. These years He has been living in regret. You are his only heir. I think you should meet him. I think your father Yang Zhantian will also agree."

"In the end, I don't want my consent. I'm sorry, I am very busy." Yang Feng did not want to talk more.

"Yang Feng, I know you are busy with some things, but these things are really trivial. You have noble blood. You were not born a mortal. Chunyang County is too small. Your stage is the world. ."

"Noble?" Yang Feng sneered: "After living for twenty years, it was the first time I heard someone say that my blood is noble. It's a joke."

"It's not a joke. Your father, your mother, your grandfather, they are not ordinary people."

"Stop talking, if it's okay, goodbye."

"Hold on."

"What else to say?"

Dracula looked at Yang Feng and threw out his final killer: "Grandpa, you don't want to meet. There is someone you must meet."

Yang Feng's eyes widened, he understood Dracula's unfinished meaning, but still said, "Who?"

"Your biological father, Qin Zhong."

"He's not dead?"

"He's not dead, but you have to listen to me if you want to see him."

"Don't even think about it, I don't like being led by the nose."

Dracula smiled confidently: "Then you can go."

"You..." Yang Feng gritted his teeth, turned and left.

"Wait." Dracula stopped Yang Feng.

"What's wrong?" Yang Feng stopped and asked impatiently.

"You forgot even the most basic etiquette." As he said, Dracula took a few steps forward and stretched out a hand from Yang Feng.

Yang Feng frowned, and after a while stretched out his hand to shook Dracula.

At the moment when he withdrew his palm, Yang Feng felt a pain in the fingertips of his ring finger. He sternly asked, "What are you doing?"

Dracula stepped back and held his palm up all the time: "Relax, don't be like a fighting beast from time to time. I'm not malicious, just take a blood sample for a genetic comparison."

"Compare with whom?"

"What do you mean?" Dracula asked with a smile.

Yang Feng waved his hand: "I'm not interested, if it's okay, then say goodbye."

After that, Yang Feng stepped up the steps.

Dracula’s magnetic voice sounded from behind: "I heard that you are investigating a disappearance case, and now you are unable to do anything."

Yang Feng stopped and didn't look back: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to remind you that you might as well expand the scope a bit and don't just confine it to Chunyang County."

Yang Feng frowned and left without saying a word.

Walking onto the embankment road, from a distance, Yang Feng saw the Grand Cherokee parked under the street light, Hong Tianjiao leaning against the car, looking at him worriedly.

Without a reason, Yang Feng quickened his pace.

After getting in the car, Hong Tianjiao turned her head and asked, "Where to go?"

"Go home." Yang Feng finished speaking and dialed Ye Fan's cell phone of the Longyang City Public Security Bureau.

Ye Fan didn't get through, and Yang Feng called Gao Ming again, and Gao Ming finally got through.

On the phone, Gao Ming's voice was filled with excitement: "Xiao Feng, I'm about to call you."

"Oh, High Game, you speak first."

"The great news is great. We cooperated with the city bureau and smashed a huge drug transaction case. Your clues played a vital role. You are indispensable.

"Congratulations."

"What we and you, we are comrades."

"Zheng Haonan is enough for the death penalty this time."

"Ten shots are enough, but he..."

"Why, was killed on the spot?"

"He escaped. We are now wanted in the province."

"What? Escaped? You let him escape?"

"Xiaofeng, no one wants this. Don't worry, I will send someone to protect you."

Yang Feng sneered and said, "You also know that Zheng Haonan will retaliate against me?" After saying that, he sighed deeply: "Forget it, I have a lot of lice and no worries about debts. I called for Lu Xiaoyun's case. ."

"Oh, Xiaofeng, I'm sorry, I have been busy fighting drugs for the past two days. Is there still no progress in Lu Xiaoyun's case?"

"Actually, according to your regulations, just twenty-four hours have passed, and it has just met the criteria for filing a case."

Gao Ming said: "Xiaofeng, don't say such angry words. When I will go, I will lead the elite soldiers to solve the case with all my strength."

"Is Ye Ju with you?"

"Yes, wait a moment."

Ye Fan's voice soon came from the microphone: "Xiao Feng, I heard that you are looking for me. First of all, thank you for your valuable clues..."

"Ye Ju, I am not asking for credit. I want you to help me investigate the whereabouts of a car."

After listening to Yang Feng's description, Ye Fan patted his chest and agreed.

Putting down the phone, Yang Feng fell silent.

Hong Tianjiao said: "Brother Yang, you ask the Municipal Bureau to help investigate that black car."

"Bystander Qing, Dracula is right, this deck car may have left Chunyang County."

Hong Tianjiao frowned and said, "Brother Yang, do you think there is such a possibility? This black car has a lot of fake license plates. He can use whichever he wants."

Yang Feng suddenly turned his head to look at Hong Tianjiao, until Hong Tianjiao was uncomfortable, Yang Feng said anxiously: "If it's like you said, then it will be troublesome."

When the two returned home, Yang Zhantian and Qin Xue were waiting for them in the clinic, and everyone could see the gloom on Yang Feng's face.

Qin Xue got up and walked towards Yang Feng, and asked softly: "Brother, have you eaten yet?"

Yang Feng forced a smile: "Xiaoxue, Dad, I'm fine."

Qin Xue said: "It's okay to blame, but it won't help anyone persuade you now, you must bear all the responsibilities yourself."

Hearing Qin Xue's words, Yang Feng looked at her in surprise.

Qin Xue teased her bangs: "Take the exam tomorrow, I hope you don't let the whole school be surprised."

After Qin Xue finished speaking, she went into the room to review.

Hong Tianjiao shrugged her shoulders and smiled: "Fortunately, the monthly test has nothing to do with me." After that, she yawned lightly, and shook her hand up: "Dad Yang, Brother Yang, rest early."

Only Yang Feng and his son are in the clinic.

Just as Yang Zhantian was about to speak, Yang Feng said, "Dad, I ran into someone from the Qing Gang at night."

Yang Zhantian's expression shrank: "You are not injured, right."

"They, not yet!"

"Xiao Feng, it's easy to dodge an open spear and a hidden arrow, but it's hard to guard against it. You should be careful."

Yang Feng shook his head: "Although Deacon Xing looks nasty, he is acting a bit openly and upright. Everyone has spoken out, and he has received instructions from above. I don't think the Qing Gang will trouble me anymore in the future."

"That's good."

"But then there was another person, a foreigner."

"Foreigner, who?"

"He said his name is Dracula."

"Dracula!"

"Who is calling me?"

Yang Zhantian's voice fell, and a voice rang outside the door.

When the door opened, Dracula Shiran walked in.

Yang Feng couldn't help but mutter to herself: "He unexpectedly came here uninvited?"

"Yang Zhantian, it's been twenty years, don't come unharmed!" Dracula's voice was full of vicissitudes.

Yang Zhantian was surprised: "It's really you, why don't you accompany Brighton to come to China?"

Dracula sighed: "Zhan Tian, ​​are you still clinging to the hatred of the past? Let go!"

"Let go, how easy it is that you said? It's not your relatives, your children who died."

"If you don't let it go, what else can you do except increase your troubles?"

"I……"

Dracula turned his head to look at Yang Feng, and said, "I have compared Xiao Feng's genes with Ruth. It is absolutely true. He is the child of Ruth and Qin Zhong, and is also Brighton's grandson. The only relative."

Yang Zhantian sneered: "The only relative? Did he think so for twenty years? The attack he planned was simply to destroy the relatives."

"It's not like that." Dracula explained: "Brighton kept Ruth and the child by his side. It was me. It was me who saw that the attack could not be prevented and sent Ruth and the child to Qin Zhong. I hope Brighton has scruples."

"Is he scrupulous?"

"He is just a planner, and the development of things is completely out of his control." Dracula shook his head: "Brighton is old, and he has been living in confession over the years. He often tells me that his pair of Sons and daughters, one died in a war he started, and the other died in an attack he planned. He regretted not having it in the first place."

"He deserves it!" Yang Zhantian gritted his teeth.

"It's all over!" Dracula sighed, "Anyone has no fault, and Qin Zhong's actions are fair enough?"

Yang Zhantian tit-for-tat: "Sir, that is the art of war, it is a trick."