Seeing Murong Heng agreeing obediently, Uncle Murong nodded with satisfaction. Thinking of what they seemed to be talking about when he came in, they asked curiously: "What are you just talking about?"

"Oh! This!" Murong Heng suddenly became excited when he mentioned this matter and told his father excitedly, "I heard that Murong Qian was assassinated? Are there many killers waiting in his yard?"

Murong Heng smiled brightly, and he was very gloating.

"Assassinated?" Uncle Murong San was not surprised, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. It seemed that those people were still very efficient in their work, and they didn't spend the money in vain.

Murong Qian advanced one after another, and Uncle Murong San felt very uneasy. The reason why he agreed to this kid participate in the competition was because he didn't take Murong Qian seriously at all.

I thought that his body should have been consumed almost all of his body in the border for so many years, and without the guidance of his master, he would definitely not be able to become a climate, and he must have been wiped out from the beginning.

Who knew that Murong Qian had a bad luck, not only did he not get beaten up, but he also continued to advance for various reasons. As the finals were about to come, Uncle Murong San also began to worry.

If Murong Qian really got the ranking, he would be even more difficult to deal with. The people he always favored were Murong Fu, so Murong Qian would never be allowed to win.

So he specially asked someone to arrange a killer from Da Luotian, intending to kill Murong Qian without knowing it. Anyway, Murong Qian is a disaster star, no one cares about his life or death. Even if something happens, no one will take it seriously.

"Yes, what happened today is now spread in the clan." Murong Heng's mouth was almost grinning behind his ears.

"Oh? How are you?" Uncle Murong San asked in surprise after taking a sip of tea.

"Oh! I'm so angry when I talk about this. It's like this. He's not dead yet. Not only is he not dead or injured, but this kid doesn't know what kind of luck he has stepped on, so he's too lucky!"

Murong Heng kept saying, the more he thought about it, the more angry he felt.

"I'm not dead!" Uncle Murong San put down the teacup and his expression became serious.

How did that group of waste do things? Even Murong Qian can't kill him!

"I heard that when something happened, he happened to be with Sister Feishuang, so he didn't die. I really don't know what the head of the family thought, and he would actually send Sister Feishuang to that waste!"

Murong Heng couldn't help but complain again. Feishuang's martial arts are outstanding in the clan. Before, the master of the martial arts master wanted Feishuang to teach him that he had no agreement. He said that Feishuang was very busy every day, but now he actually asked him to give Murong Qian a guard. It was really unfair.

"The head of the family is too partial. I really don't understand what he likes Murong Qian!"

"Stop, can you discuss the affairs of the head of the family?" Uncle Murong immediately scolded him, glanced at the direction of the door, and there were many people staring at him in the clan, and there were also many eyeliners. If the head of the family heard this, it would be a little trouble.

Heng'er didn't understand anything for a day and didn't understand the struggles within the Murong family at all. Not to mention the head of the family, the old man Zheng, who has been against him, wouldn't he have been against him? If it weren't for the purpose of decentralization of power, how could he bring Murong Qian back? Isn't it to confront him?

"Oh! OK!" Murong Heng replied angrily.

"Do you know the identity of the killer?" Uncle Murong San was actually just asking casually. He knew that according to the rules of those people, he would not reveal his identity even if he died.

Who knew that when Murong Heng heard this, his eyes lit up and said mysteriously: "Dad, Murong Heng is miserable this time. I heard that those killers are Solomon's people!"

"What!" Uncle Murong San was shocked, and even the tea in his mouth sprayed out, and said in shock: "What did you say? Say it again!"

"Solomon! It's the Solomon that has disappeared for many years. I don't know what Murong Qian did, but he actually led them out. The head of the family is sending someone to investigate!"

When Uncle Murong was panicked when he heard the news, he of course knew who Solomon was. He just didn't expect that he would have something to do with Solomon.

What was going on with all this? He clearly asked someone to arrange a killer, why were those people Solomon? And didn’t Solomon disappear long ago?

This organization was too terrible. Uncle San had no choice but to be nervous, and his hands couldn't help but tremble. The three words "Solomon" were all nightmare for everyone, and his horror was not something these young people could imagine.

As long as he has something to do with Solomon, Daluotian will send a killer to directly erase it, and he will not care about what happened at all. Uncle San didn't understand why the killer he sent out became Solomon. If those people came to the door, he would be all done.

"Dad, Dad!" Murong Heng called out twice and did not react at all. Finally, he shouted loudly, and Uncle Murong came to his senses.

"What's the matter?" Uncle Murong San asked in a low voice.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? I look restless. Is there anything wrong?" Murong Heng asked with some concern.

He said it for a long time just now, but his father didn't hear a word. He never used to be like this.

"Oh! It's okay! It's getting late, you can rest early!"

After Murong San finished speaking, he turned around and walked out. He could not tell Murong Heng about these things. He had to figure out the truth before the head of the family, otherwise everything would be too late.

After returning to the room, Uncle Murong San wanted to call his guard to investigate, but after walking for a short while, he noticed the breath of others in the room.

"Who?" Uncle Murong San turned his head vigilantly and glanced around.

"Hahaha."

A few low laughs came from behind him, and a man in black walked out from behind the curtain, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly with a mask on his face.

"I'm sure I'm Uncle Third, I discovered it so quickly? I'm so capable, hahaha..."

"Who are you?"

Uncle Murong San narrowed his eyes and looked at the person coming.

The man walked to the chair and sat down, and said in a low voice: "Didn't you still want to find someone to investigate us just now? Why did you forget so quickly!"

"You are Solomon's man!" Uncle Murong San's eyes widened, his hands and feet became weak, and only two words were left in his mind. It's over!

He didn't expect these people to find themselves so quickly. What do they want to do?
Chapter completed!