Chapter 1182

Modu, Far East Group, headquarters building.

A black Rolls-Royce pulled up, and the man who stepped out was looking ahead with an icy expression.

Inside the office, Zhang Cheng was leisurely playing with his phone.

But just at this moment, Chen Meijia ran in and said, "Zhang Cheng, Zhang Cheng, the front desk said someone very fierce is looking for you!"

"Very fierce? How fierce?"

Hearing Chen Meijia's words, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but put down his phone.

But in the next second, the door was pushed open, and Zhao Rongbiao appeared, leaning on a cane.

Looking at the other party, Zhang Cheng asked with a puzzled expression, "Who are you?"

"Zhao's Real Estate Group, Zhao Rongbiao!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhao Rongbiao walked forward and sat directly across from him.

Following Zhao Rongbiao, with his hands on his cane, Cui Jingmin stepped forward from behind and said, "Master, the person from that night is him!"

"Yo, so President Zhao is here to find trouble with me!"

Looking at Zhao Rongbiao with a smile, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"I came here just to ask Zhang Dong one thing: does my son's death have anything to do with you?"

Speaking with a cold expression, Zhao Rongbiao couldn't help but interrogate him.

"Your son died?"

Looking at Zhao Rongbiao suspiciously, Zhang Cheng then smiled and said, "Then why don't you go to the funeral home instead of coming to me? Our Far East Group doesn't have a business selling coffins!"

"Does Zhang Dong really not know about my son's situation?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhao Rongbiao suppressed his temper and spoke.

"Are you senile? Your son died, and you come to me to find trouble?"

Hearing Zhao Rongbiao interrogate him, Zhang Cheng immediately scolded him.

"Zhang Dong is young, watch your tone, don't be so hot-headed. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Zhao Rongbiao couldn't help but become serious.

Because he had investigated and found that Zhang Cheng was in Hong Kong on the night Zhao Tai had his accident.

Although he wasn't sure if Zhang Cheng had someone do it, his son's ribs were broken for no reason, piercing his lungs and causing death—it was definitely someone who had intentionally committed murder!

After ruling everyone else out, Zhao Rongbiao intended to meet Zhang Cheng, but now it seemed this young man was even more arrogant than he had imagined!

"If a young person isn't hot-headed, are they even a young person?"

Speaking to Zhao Rongbiao, Zhang Cheng smoked his cigar and then said with disdain, "You've eaten so much salt, didn't you get sick? Oh, excuse me, I forgot, you need a cane just to walk normally now, my apologies!"

"You!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in anger, Zhao Rongbiao really didn't expect that he would dare to curse him back.

"What? Want to have a fight with me? Never mind that your legs have issues, even if they didn't, even if you were forty years younger, I could still beat you into a grandson!"

Looking at Zhao Rongbiao and the others, Zhang Cheng picked up his teacup and said, "Show them out!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng viciously, Zhao Rongbiao stood up and walked toward the outside, saying, "Zhang Dong, you came from an orphanage, I don't blame you for having no upbringing, but when doing business, you'd better be careful! Don't lose so much that you have to jump off a building."

"Chairman Zhao is getting old, and your legs aren't convenient, so you should be careful when riding in a car. If you happen to get hit, that would be troublesome!"

Hearing Zhao Rongbiao threaten him, Zhang Cheng also narrowed his eyes with a cold sneer.

And looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhao Rongbiao gripped the cane in his hand tightly.

Because he was now starting to suspect that Zhang Cheng was the mastermind who had ordered people to hit Zhao Tai!

"Snap!"

Snapping his fingers, Zhang Cheng held his teacup and looked at Zhao Rongbiao with a cold sneer.

Walking in from outside, the tall Krieg soldiers looked at Zhao Rongbiao and the others.

"Go!"

Saying this coldly, Zhao Rongbiao left with a gloomy expression. On the way back, Zhao Rongbiao looked at Cui Jingmin and said, "Investigate the Far East Group for me, I want to know all the information on that bastard!"

"Master, could the second young master be...?"

Looking at Zhao Rongbiao suspiciously, Cui Jingmin was stunned.

"I'm not sure, but his hands definitely aren't clean!"

Hearing Cui Jingmin's words, Zhao Rongbiao closed his eyes.

Coming out of an orphanage, in just a few years, Zhang Cheng had come to own a group with a market value of over twenty billion—if there were no problems with that, he, Zhao Rongbiao, would jump into the Huangpu River and swim to the Pacific Ocean with his own hands!

But just as Cui Jingmin was making a phone call, the black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a crosswalk.

"Beep beep beep!"

A sharp horn sound rang out. When Cui Jingmin looked puzzled, a fully loaded heavy truck suddenly lost control and rushed over.

And the moment Zhao Rongbiao opened his eyes, he saw the truck coming straight at them.

"Boom!"

Under the violent impact, the Rolls-Royce was instantly crushed into a wreck.

However, at this moment, the driver didn't step on the brakes, but instead stepped on the gas.

Looking at the front in terror, Zhao Rongbiao's mind went blank.

But Cui Jingmin was already screaming, his eyes full of fear.

"Boom!"

The car was crushed and flipped over, rolling five or six times before finally hitting a flower bed and stopping.

Struggling to crawl out, Cui Jingmin was already dazed, because there seemed to be a huge hole in his chest.

"Save me... save me!"

With his whole body pinned by the car, Zhao Rongbiao reached out his hand tremblingly.

But just as Cui Jingmin intended to turn around, he collapsed to the ground.

Because just a moment ago, he had already suffered internal organ rupture from the impact.

Black leather shoes appeared outside. When Zhang Cheng crouched down and looked at Zhao Rongbiao, he said, "Chairman Zhao, didn't I tell you? Be careful when riding in a car. Look, why were you so careless? Now you've been hit!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, Zhao Rongbiao's eyes were full of despair, "It was you, you killed my son..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just happened to be passing by and saw you got hit, so I came to help!"

Showing a meaningful smile, Zhang Cheng looked at Zhao Rongbiao and said, "By the way, what's the number for the ambulance again? Do you know?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in a breakdown, Zhao Rongbiao roared, "Bastard, you won't have a good ending..."

"Once you die, the Zhao Group's stock price will collapse immediately. Guess, am I buying the dip, or am I buying the rise?"

Looking at Zhao Rongbiao playfully, Zhang Cheng dialed a number and said, "Hello, is this the hospital? Yes, I have someone here who was in a car accident. Oh, what? You're a rehabilitation hospital? Then excuse me, I dialed the wrong number!"

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Cheng looked at Zhao Rongbiao and said, "The rehabilitation hospital doesn't want you."

"Damn you, Zhang Cheng, you bastard..."

Looking at Zhang Cheng in anger, Zhao Rongbiao vomited blood upon hearing this.

Seeing Zhao Rongbiao's state, Zhang Cheng hurriedly stepped back two paces and said, "Are you filming a movie? Vomiting blood? You almost got it on my leather shoes!"

But before Zhang Cheng could continue chatting with Zhao Rongbiao, he widened his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at Zhao Rongbiao's state, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say, "You, why do you have such a big temper? I hadn't even finished speaking, and you've already kicked the bucket. How rude!"

Standing up, Zhang Cheng looked into the distance and then revealed a smile.

Sure enough, a fully loaded hundred-ton truck—never mind a Rolls-Royce, even an immortal couldn't withstand that!

Zhao Rongbiao: You animal, you animal...

Zhang Cheng: I told you to be careful in the car, you didn't believe me, and now you've met your fate!

Waiting for the ambulance to arrive, Zhang Cheng watched as they covered Zhao Rongbiao with a white sheet, feeling a wave of helplessness in his heart, "It seems the people your Zhao family has in the underworld aren't very effective either!"

(End of chapter)