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Chapter five hundred and eighty eight: the pronoun of the devil

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The next week, something big and small happened in Donghai City, and the Shen family was finished.

From the three uncles of the Shen family, who were arrested after going to the Shen family, all the children of the Shen family were arrested. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that this was a conspiracy against the Shen family in the Donghai. If Chen Qiye still belongs to the Shen family in the Donghai, then this was a big deal. However, the Shen family was so desperate that they drove Chen Qiye out of the Shen family in the Donghai. The destruction of the Shen family in the Donghai was laughed at by the major tribes in both places for their own sins.

On that afternoon, it was finally Shen Junwu, the eldest son of the Shen family. If even he was in trouble, then the Shen family in Donghai would be completely erased.

When Shen Junwu watched Chen Ailing rush in with a bunch of uniforms at home, he felt extremely heartbroken.

"Chen Ailing, do you have to ask our Shen family to destroy their families? Chen Changsheng is already dead, why don't you let the Shen family go?" Shen Junwu said despicable.

Through Uncle Chen, he learned about what happened back then. Shen Junwu had no reason to regard Chen Ailing's revenge as a revenge on Chen Changsheng, but he didn't know that Jiang Mengmeng was the last straw that crushed Chen Ailing.

Now that the only Jiang Mengmeng who Chen Ailing cares about is dead, she only hates the Shen family.

"The tragedy of my life started from the Shen family, so the Shen family should let me end it." Chen Ailing looked at Shen Junwu and smiled coldly, "You should hurry in and take care of your son."

Shen Junwu was stunned, then his veins swelled up and rushed towards Chen Ailing wildly. Shen Minghui would have been in a few days earlier. If Shen Minghui had a few shortcomings, what's the point of Shen Junwu's life?

But before he could rush to Chen Ailing, he was stopped by two uniformed personnel. Shen Junwu was so angry that he screamed and jumped.

"Chen Ailing, you poisonous woman, what's wrong with Minghui in my family? If Minghui has a few shortcomings, I will fight you to the death!" Shen Junwu roared with a slight sneer.

Chen Ailing walked to Shen Junwu, who was held by two uniforms, raised her hand suddenly and slapped Shen Junwu in the face.

"Shen Junwu, you'd better take care of yourself." Chen Ailing looked at the two uniformed staff coldly and shouted: "Are you blind? Why don't you take it away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Junwu was stuffed into the car by two people. They got into the car separately. The young man with eyes in uniform was very dissatisfied with Chen Ailing.

"Boss, who is that daughter so arrogant?" The man in glasses remembered Chen Ailing's ugly face, and was full of anger, and said, "I have never seen such an arrogant person before!"

The young man naturally flattered his superiors, but this time he slapped the horse's leg.

"Glasses, don't talk nonsense. That daughter is Chen Ailing. It turns out she is a reporter from the TV station." The middle-aged man said in a low voice.

The man in glasses reacted, looking terrified.

"Boss, do you mean she is Chen Ailing, Secretary Jiang's wife?" The man with glasses was frightened. After all, Jiang Ming was also a figure in Donghai City. The matter of cutting his tongue spread throughout Donghai City the next day at the speed of a tornado.

Jiang Ming thought that self-harm would escape, but he still underestimated Chen Ailing's revenge. The day after the operation, Jiang Ming was taken away. It was probably twenty years later when he came out.

Therefore, Chen Ailing's reputation as a poisonous woman is known to even men with glasses.

"Who else can I have besides her? This woman is so cruel that she dares to kill her husband, so don't talk nonsense." The middle-aged man reminded with a serious look on his face.

Bang bang bang, three rapid slap sounds came from the back seat. Shen Junwu slapped the iron window and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "I want to see Chen Qiye, I want to see Chen Qiye, I am his uncle, he will never refuse to save him!"

The middle-aged man turned around and glanced at Shen Junwu and cursed him as an idiot. If the Shen family hadn't driven Chen Qiye out, they might have had a little fear, but now they just need to do things according to the rules.

At the same time, in the Far East Forest District, Zhang Shaojun and his rich second-generation followers were in a mess, wearing colorful clothes and splashed with holes in their clothes. After this week, they finally felt the horror of Chen Qiye.

Whenever night falls, Chen Qiye floats outside the night like a ghost, and every time he spends night, people die. After this week, Zhang Shaojun has only seven or eight subordinates left, even three of his followers, and the rest are dead at Chen Qiye's hands.

Compared with the scenery of entering the forest area, this scene of Zhang Shaojun and others is really terrible.

"Mr. Zhang, what should we do now?"

"If this continues, we will definitely die at the hands of that demon."

"Damn it, if we had known that he was so powerful, we shouldn't have provoked him."

"Mr. Zhang, why don't we contact Mr. Chang and join forces with him. That damn demon can't run thousands of miles overnight and kill people on both sides, right?"

Listening to the discussions of several followers, Zhang Shaojun's eyes lit up. Chen Qiye came to attack every night. Although he didn't kill many, he couldn't have three legs and two sides, right?

If you lose your troops and generals, Chang Jun should not suffer any losses.

Zhang Shaojun thought about it and found it very reasonable. As long as the three of them reunited, they rushed to travel more during the day and did not sleep at night, they would definitely be able to walk out of the forest area within two days.

Zhang Shaojun immediately called Chang Jun and the satellite phone number, and the phone was instantly connected.

"Chang Jun, how are your losses?" Zhang Shaojun asked enthusiastically.

"Misfortune!" Chang Jun only used one word to express his current situation.

Zhang Shaojun was stunned, how could this happen? It's unreasonable!

"Chang Jun, that devil, I have been chasing me for the past week. Are you sure that the casualties on your side were also caused by that devil?" Zhang Shaojun asked blankly. The devil he mentioned naturally refers to Chen Qiye.

Chang Jun was stunned and suddenly realized: "Zhang Shaojun, would you please yell loudly?"

Zhang Shaojun was puzzled, what did Chang Jun ask him to yell?

But Zhang Shaojun still believed Chang Jun's words. After all, he was the most resourceful among the three of them. When he put down the satellite phone, Zhang Shaojun shouted a few times. Just as he was thinking about why Chang Jun did this, an unexpected person appeared.

Fang Wenshan!

I saw that Zhang Wenshan was covered in dust dozens of meters opposite Zhang Shaojun, with a few of his clothes being torn. He looked at Zhang Shaojun with a few survivors, looking at him with a look of horror.

"How could this happen? That night, the three of us were clearly divided into three directions, so why did we meet up?" Fang Wenshan covered his head, his eyes were congested, and he shouted like a madman.

Zhang Shaojun opened his mouth wide, and he couldn't understand what was going on. At this time, an even more terrifying scene happened again, and Chang Jun turned over from another mountain bag.
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