~Date: ~October 14th~

The sky is covered with heavy dark clouds, and the wind is not in a hurry but it is a hint of coolness.

Several yellowed leaves that withered prematurely fell from the sky. The elf like a dancer had simple joy and silence, but it also showed that autumn had arrived quietly. Chu Tian, ​​dressed in white clothes, sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea made by Keer in his hand, and drinking casually.

Occasionally, he glanced at the news.

The loose situation makes life look warm and leisurely. Chu Tian is a person who can make plans and move afterwards. It involves powerful forces in the three parties. The key point is that it has not been surrendered by Nangong Yue, so Chu Tian did not retaliate in a hurry. After all, the three kings will not do unprofitable things.

Besides, Nangong Yue is unconscious now, so Chu Tian is enjoying this short period of calm. Of course, this does not mean that he is not doing anything. The Shuai Jun brothers have already been out and staring at the movements of the Luci family and Prince George. Fang Qing has also begun to collect the latest situation of the Lian family in Taiwan.

As for the middle-aged man, Chu Tian directly asked someone to search.

Because Chu Tian knew that the middle-aged man could not keep his eyes on him, and if he was watching, he would only die. Chu Tian would not let his brothers do something to waste his life, but if he stayed in London, he would become a time bomb, so Chu Tian was about to startle him away, not to mention that the middle-aged man was also involved in a murder in the car park.

The most critical link is that Chu Tian wants to drive the middle-aged man back to his nest.

When all parties were in a secretly busy, Nie Wuming stood in front of the sofa, and he handed a memory stick to Chu Tian and said, "Young Marshal, this is what I asked me to hand it over to you when I was a chess piece they took in London. I believe it will play a role in us."

"What?"

Chu Tian took a sip of tea: "Open it directly and take a look."

Nie Wuming nodded slightly, quickly brought a laptop, entered the memory stick and opened it. Not long after, he was stunned to see a picture and pounced! Chu Tian looked up and sprayed the tea directly on the floor, coughing repeatedly, saying, "It's just a matter of poison."

The image is a scene of Director Jameson kneeling down and begging for mercy, as well as dozens of transfer lists from Swiss banks. Chu Tian understood how Can Jian Jian could understand the deployment of the coalition forces, and even rushed out to rescue Nangong Yue at a critical moment. It turned out that he had already forced and tempted him to deal with this guy Jameson.

"There is another address left in the Canjian."

Nie Wuming pointed to the picture and spoke clearly: "He said that if we think it is worthwhile to squeeze Jameson, it is best to kill the latter to avoid future troubles. If the young marshal really can't do it, let him go to this address to meet people, where his wife, children, and children live there."

Chu Tian glanced over the address and sighed: "Indonesia? Can Jianjian actually kidnapped Jameson's family to go here? No wonder Jameson couldn't move. Well, put away the things and find a chance to contact him again. I think he will be a good piece for us to take revenge on George."

Nie Wuming nodded: "I understand."

Chu Tian looked at the gradually disappearing scene, thought of the two words left by Lao Zhou, and spoke with emotion: "How can a generation of famous doctors be refined? Only when the patient is anxious and hung up for a thread before taking action can people be grateful and unforgettable, and they can make themselves famous all over the world."

"Although I don't agree with the old fox's way, this is a bloody way of dealing with the world."

Nie Wuming also learned something from Chu Tian's words and nodded gently to take on the topic: "If Canjian and others notified Nangong Yue in advance, the Nangong family would not be hit by the coalition forces, but in this way, Nangong Yue would not be grateful to us unforgettably."

"I won't be willing to completely surrender to the commander army."

Chu Tian lowered his head and inhaled a sip of tea, his eyes were clear but he felt helpless: "As soon as Mrs. Nangong and Ma Wu died, Nangong Yue hated the coalition forces and cut off the last thought of returning to the Lian family. This was a tragedy for Nangong Yue and the Lian family, but it was the best result for us."

"How helpless is the world."

"Young Marshal, this Nangong Ning's poison?"

What did Nie Wuming suddenly think: "Maybe,,,"

Before he could finish his words, Chu Tian sighed and took over the topic: "If I guess well, Canjian and the others just want to keep Nangong Yue. The more Nangong family dies, the greater the hatred of Nangong Yue, the more beneficial it will be to us. It's just that some changes have allowed Nangong Ning to survive."

"This is somewhat different from Canjian's expectations, but he didn't dare to take the opportunity to kill Nangong Ning."

Chu Tian saw through the purpose of the broken sword and blew the tea to replenish: "After all, there are seven or eight black flag soldiers on the scene, so he took a compromise plan and cast the unique black snake poison on Nangong Ning. This poison is quite difficult to solve for outsiders, but it is a piece of cake for us."

"Is he selling us another favor?"

Nie Wuming also figured out the key and responded with a wry smile: "Once the black snake poison on Nangong Ning's body is relieved, the favors that the Nangong family owed can't be paid back! In this way, Nangong Yue has no other way except to swear to die to be loyal, and his methods are really clever."

Chu Tian nodded: "This is Bian Que."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ke'er walked in from the door and before he could stand still, he said a few words: "Young Marshal, Nangong Yue has woken up. The doctor he hired has already checked. Apart from a small internal injury, it is not a big deal. You can recover by just resting for a week."

"How is the mood?"

Chu Tian put the teacup on the table. His current Nangong was the fastest to counterattack and retaliate. It would force Prince George, who was also tense, to suppress him strongly. A smile flashed across Ke'er's face and his voice was calm: "The emotions are very stable, no, they should be very calm and not irritable."

"He is still calm when his wife dies and his daughter is seriously injured."

Chu Tian leaned on the sofa: "Nangong Yue is really not simple."

Ke'er remembered an important thing and added a few words: "There were military and police going to the hospital this morning, and they ordered Nangong Yue not to leave London within a month. The reason was that they had reached the Nangong tragedy last night. They were very angry, but Nangong Yue agreed immediately."

"Prince George is afraid of revenge."

Chu Tian saw through what Prince George was thinking, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "His Nangong Yue left the UK to create evidence of absenteeism. After all, the latter is quite terrifying when he started anger. Only by confining Nangong Yue in London can something happen can he be held accountable and suppressed as soon as possible."

Chu Tian shook his head: "It's a pity that this doesn't make much sense."

"Just as the young marshal expected."

Keer laughed: "George hid in Han Palace today and didn't show up, for fear of being blown away by someone."

At this moment, the phone rang. Chu Tian just picked up the headset and put it on when he heard the voice of the King of the West: "Young Marshal, the brothers in the hospital have heard the news that Nangong Yue wants to see you. He is afraid that he has something important to tell you, but there are four soldiers coming to protect at the door."

"I'll go to the hospital now."

Chu Tian jumped up from the sofa: "Blow the soldier out."

The Western King was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "I understand!"

When Chu Tian stepped into Nangong Yue's special care ward, the Shuai Jun brothers were dragging the four fainted soldiers to the utility room, and each of them nailed a dose of anesthesia needle. Chu Tian glanced at him and shook his head, then pushed open the inner door and saw Nangong Yue standing by an open window.

There is also a large bowl of Chinese medicine on the table next to it, which makes people feel the lungs and fluid when they smell it.

"Young marshal, please sit, please sit."

Nangong Yue, who heard the movement behind him, immediately turned around. Although his face showed unconcealed haggardness and sadness, his whole body was still full of tenacious vitality. For this man who had suffered many disasters, he could only make the enemy tremble and fear by living well.

Nangong Yue signaled Chu Tian to sit down while taking a teacup to pour water.

Chu Tian took a step forward and pressed his arm, grabbed the cup and poured water himself: "Mr. Nangong, your injury has not yet recovered. Don't do these trivial matters, just pour water by myself." Then he picked up the water cup and added: "By the way, I don't know if there is anything that needs Chu Tian's help?"

Nangong Yue smiled faintly and said softly: "Young Marshal, Nangong really has something to ask for."

"I want you to help prepare a funeral to send my dead wife."

A funeral?

Chu Tian's eyes were slightly condensed, but hesitated without any hesitation: "Okay!"
Chapter completed!