The dagger stabbed forward, bringing with it a sharp wind.
The old butler stood at the side and looked coldly at the two people in front of him.
Zhang Hanchao had already noticed the young man who was attacking him. His gaze turned cold as he turned his body slightly.
The young man behind him rushed over and stopped in front of the old butler, his eyes filled with disbelief.
On his neck, there was a thin red line that was slowly expanding.
"He Rang, what are you doing here? Hurry up and kill him!”Seeing the young man He Rang standing there without moving, the old butler reprimanded him softly.
He knocked on the pipe in his hand and pushed He Rang.
"Plop!"
He Rang, who was standing in the same spot, actually fell to the ground in a daze.
A stream of blood spurted out from his throat.
It splashed onto the old butler's face.
He Rang's face was filled with unwillingness as his eyes stared fixedly at something.
"You…you actually…actually killed…"
"Who sent you here? Tell me, and you won't die today!”Zhang Hanchao interrupted the old butler coldly, his face calm and steady, which did not match his age.
The old butler's face was no longer as calm as before.
The pipe in his hand fell to the ground in shock.
" You…How did you…How did you kill him…" The old butler panicked.
He knew He Rang's skills. Although he could not compare to the soldiers in the army, he could still defeat several ordinary people with one hand.
This was also the reason why the old butler was so calm when He Rang attacked.
However, who would have thought that a nine-year-old brat would actually slit He Rang's throat in one move before he could react?
When did he make his move?
When did he take out that dagger?
Why did He Rang die at the hands of a nine-year-old child!
The old butler had many questions in his heart.
However, at this moment, he saw Zhang Hanchao, who had a young face and a small dagger in his hand, walking toward him step by step.
"What…what are you doing?" The old butler's mouth trembled, and the dagger in his hand began to tremble in fear.
Now, he no longer felt that Zhang Hanchao was just a nine-year-old child.
No nine-year-old child would be as ruthless and decisive as him.
"Are you really not going to tell me who sent you here?”Zhang Hanchao walked up to the old butler and stabbed his dagger into the old butler's thigh.
"Ah!"
The old butler screamed in pain and his face turned pale.
"Hmm?" Zhang Hanchao frowned. He spun the dagger in his hand slightly, and a large piece of flesh flew up.
"I'll talk-I'll talk!" The old butler, who had wanted to die rather than obey, quickly begged for mercy.
He wished he could die immediately just from that attack. He didn't want to endure the pain anymore.
"Speak."
"It's…it's big…"
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out. Before the old butler could finish his sentence, a pinky sized bullet hole appeared on his forehead, and blood was dripping from it.
"Bang!"
Another shot was fired in Zhang Hanchao's direction. Zhang Hanchao dodged to the side instinctively.
The bullet hit the mud wall beside it, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Zhang Hanchao raised his head slightly and saw a figure fleeing in the darkness fifty meters away.
……
"Sixth Brother, tell me what happened just now!”
Zhang Hanchao was sitting on a chair in the main hall of the Zhang Mansion. A man in his fifties was sitting in front of him.
He was the most powerful man in Fengtian City, the leader of the Feng army, Marshal Zhang.
The gunshots in the backyard had alerted everyone. When Marshal Zhang went over, he saw Zhang Hanchao standing beside the two corpses.
Although he had a guess in his heart, Marshal Zhang still didn't dare to believe it.
"The two of them tricked me…"
Zhang Hanchao briefly told Marshal Zhang what had just happened. He didn't hide anything.
Marshal Zhang didn't need to do much to investigate these things.
It was better to make things clear now.
"Sixth brother, you said you killed He Rang, are you sure you weren't bragging?”A 26-year-old young man beside Marshal Zhang said with a smile.
Zhang Hanchao knew that this young man was Zhang Hanqing, the Zhang Hanqing who had " no resistance, put the gun in the warehouse, and die. Everyone will sacrifice for the country."
Zhang Hanchao hated this kind of brainless surrender party.
"Big brother, you're right. Your own brother was almost killed, and you're suspecting that I'm bragging!”Zhang Hanchao only said this and did not continue.
But everyone could tell what Zhang Hanchao was implying.
Hearing Zhang Hanchao's words, Zhang Hanqing's expression changed immediately. He hurriedly said,""Father, that's not what I meant!”
Commander Zhang glanced at Zhang Hanchao and waved at Zhang Hanqing.
He didn't expect that this child he didn't like would suddenly say such words.
Could a nine-year-old child really kill He Rang?
Marshal Zhang didn't believe it.
"Today is the new year. Don't mention unhappy things. Everyone, let's eat!”Commander Zhang waved his hand, as if he didn't want to discuss this matter anymore.
Zhang Hanchao was a little disappointed.
He understood that no matter who did it today, in order to maintain the stability of the Zhang Mansion, Marshal Zhang would not make a big fuss.
It was all because Zhang Hanchao was not worthy of Marshal Zhang's attention.
Also, who was the old butler referring to when he said the word "big"?
Was it the eldest young master, Zhang Hanqing? Lady Zhao? Or was it the marshal himself? Or who?
Strangely, Zhang Hanchao could not help but be surprised that his Danger Perception skill did not sense the presence of danger.
Zhang Hanchao didn't enjoy the New Year's Eve dinner very much.
Marshal Zhang was talking and laughing with Zhang Hanqing while Lady Zhao was putting food into Zhang Hanqing's bowl.
Zhang Hanchao sat there like an outsider.
"I'm almost done eating. What do you want for this year's red packet?”After dinner, Marshal Zhang stood up and looked at Zhang Hanqing.
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