797: C797 Han Yong

C797 Han Yong

When Qin Ya's voice sounded again, everyone kept their heads down, not daring to reply.

Everyone knew that Qin Ya was very angry right now. If they accidentally provoked him, the outcome would definitely be very miserable. Therefore, everyone was a bit scared and didn't dare to reply.

In the end.

The glasses man, who had just spoken, carefully stood out and glanced timidly at Qin Ya. He gritted his teeth and said, "We've checked, no organization has received the mission of assassinating Young Lord."

"However …" The bespectacled man did not dare to continue.

"But what?" Qin Ya asked in shock.

"In the past, when the young masters of the small families, who were bullied by Young Lord, heard about Young Lord's death, they all gathered together and held a party, opened a champagne party, and held a banquet to celebrate!"

"Bastard!"

With an angry shout, the blue and white porcelain teapot was also thrown to the ground by Qin Ya.

Qin Ya's face became as angry as an angry master being kicked out of his territory.

Looking at the shattered teapot, the people below bowed their heads in submission. However, their eyes were filled with pain.

This teapot was made of extremely fine blue and white porcelain, and in ancient times, it was used by the royal family. It was not cheap, at least ten million yuan. Now, it was worthless.

Ever since Qin Ya was born, he had always been one of the most outstanding people within his generation. At the age of twenty-eight, he officially took over the position from his father to become the Patriarch of Qin Family.

Under his lead, his Qin Family became much stronger than it was in the past, and even surpassed the four great families by a single leap. It was precisely because of this that he was respected and revered within the clan.

However.

Now …

His most beloved son had been killed under the eyes of their Qin Family, yet they did not even know who the murderer was.

This was simply a humiliation!

If he did not handle this matter well, needless to say, Qin Ya knew that their Qin Family would definitely become the laughingstock of Hsingyi people.

"Have you found the murderer?"

At this time.

A voice filled with vigor sounded from outside the door.

Then a man walked in.

When Qin Ya saw this person, he looked as if he had seen his savior. A trace of happiness rose on his face. He immediately walked forward and greeted respectfully, "Director Han, why have you come!"

Someone came.

It was a middle-aged man.

His head was wrapped in a white turban, white as snow, and as cold as frost. His rough hands were covered with dense calluses, and the wrinkles on his face were criss-crossed.

Although the man's face was a bit unsightly, he was still full of vigor. Especially his eyes, which occasionally flashed with haze, causing one to shudder in fear.

With one look, it was obvious that he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

The middle-aged man's pace wasn't fast, it could even be said that he was a bit slow. He walked from the main entrance to the center of the hall for over a minute.

But even so.2

No one present, including Qin Ya, showed any signs of impatience. Everyone stood up, bowed, and called out respectfully, "Director Han!"

The visitor was no one else.

It was precisely the Han Family of the Peninsula, Han Yong, the person sent to kill Haotian, Director Han!

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