1292 Bring him back to the Jin capital

Da bu remembered that there were a dozen bodyguards standing guard outside the door.

Moreover, those bodyguards were all armed.

Not even a fly could enter this place, let alone a human.

However, not only did this man come in, but he also brought the few people behind him.

Could it be that all the bodyguards that Lou Yucheng had arranged had been taken care of by this man?

This man was none other than brother Jiang.

Brother Jiang walked in with a cigarette in his mouth and scanned the room.

He didn’t answer da bu’s question, but sent people over to tie da bu’s hands and feet.

Da bu was so shocked that his face turned deathly white.

No matter how he struggled and shouted, brother Jiang didn’t respond.

Da bu couldn’t help but feel despair.

This person seemed to be even more powerful than Lou Yu city?

What was he trying to do?

Brother Jiang looked around the room. His eyes finally fell on the table in front of da bu.

He stared at the wooden tablet and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He reached out and touched the wooden tablet.

When da bu saw this, he immediately warned in alarm, ” “Don’t you touch that wooden Wuwu!”

Brother Jiang couldn’t help but sneer when he heard that.

“Why can’t I touch it?”

Da bu’s eyes were filled with panic.

This was the tool he used to cast witchcraft on Wen Muchu.

This wooden token had been dripping with his heart’s blood for almost half a month. If this wooden token was destroyed, not only would his cultivation be damaged by more than half, but his sorcery towards Wen Muchu would also be completely obliterated.

If Lou Yucheng found out that he had not completed the task he had given him.

Who knows how Lou Yucheng would torture his wife.

His little Qing ‘er was about to give birth, and he really didn’t want his wife to suffer.

Therefore, da bu looked at brother Jiang with a pleading expression.

“Please don’t touch that wooden tablet. I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Just one thing, don’t touch that wooden tablet.”

Brother Jiang was not moved at all. Da bu didn’t let him touch it, but he still insisted on touching it.

He had never been one to listen to others.

His eyes were filled with coldness and indifference. Under da bu’s eyes that were filled with despair, he picked up the wooden tablet that was stained with blood.

The wooden tablet was engraved with a birth date.

He raised his hand and gave the wooden token to this section without any hesitation.

With a clatter, the wooden tablet was broken, as if da bu’s hope had been broken.

He stared at the wooden tablet that he had made with all his heart’s blood. Then, with a cry, he suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood.

After he spat out the blood, his vision turned black and he fainted.

Brother Jiang looked at the unconscious da bu and handed the wooden sign to his men.

“Take this wooden token and burn it, Yingluo.”

The subordinate immediately responded, and immediately got a Brazier and lit the wooden sign.

Brother Jiang squinted his eyes and watched as the wooden sign was burned to ashes. He then slowly turned around and left the house.

When he left, he whispered, ” “Bring him back to the Jin capital.”

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The dusk of the Jin capital had arrived.

At the entrance of a five-star hotel in the center of Jin Jing city, elites from all walks of life had already gathered.

Everyone in S Empire knew that today was the day of the engagement between President Wen’s son, Wen Muchu, and Lan Xiao.

Most of the people who received the engagement invitation were important people in the Empire.

At the entrance of the hotel, all kinds of limited edition luxury cars were gathered.

Many people, who could not possibly gather together, were all gathered together for President Wen.

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