"Bastard, this bastard, how many secrets do he have that we don''t know?"


    Ye Suifeng is going crazy at this time. He was beaten in the face by Yang Qiu again and again. This face was also beaten crisp and clean.


    He has to admit that he underestimated Yang Qiu.


    From the beginning, the information collected by his men was wrong.


    Zero threat?


    Is this a zero threat?


    Ye Suifeng once thought that there was nothing he wanted to know that he could not do. He had a special intelligence collection and sorting department. Many people in this department were retired talents of the National Security Bureau. They were definitely top people in intelligence collection.


    However, it is the intelligence gathered by these top figures that Yang Qiu is a waste, a useless waste.


    Now, this waste has become the most dazzling figure in Shanghai and even in Jiangnan.


    And he, however, became his stepping stone.


    This feeling is really hard.


    From the death of Jiang Huai at the beginning to the collapse of the Jiang family and the killer hall, ye Suifeng felt that his defeat was inexplicable. Until now, he couldn''t figure out what he did wrong?


    Recently, he has spent a lot of effort to make a new material. However, this material is still similar to the previous one, except that there are more recent things.


    Of course, from these trivial intelligence, ye Suifeng''s people still analyzed some things.


    Yang Qiu''s transformation comes from a car accident.


    The surveillance video data in the hospital that day was also taken by him.


    But what''s the use?


    He can''t see anything at all?


    Even Yang Qiu was dying and suddenly recovered, which made him fog.


    Even Yang Qiu''s attending physician was secretly questioned many times by him. The news he got was just the word miracle.


    In this video, including Yang Qiu''s medical records, ye Suifeng can''t get anything at all.


    The little monk has been inseparable, and he dare not let the little monk leave him.


    This is an expert invited by grandpa. Although he is a five-year-old baby, ye Suifeng doesn''t dare to neglect it at all.


    The night is very deep. Ye Suifeng doesn''t have the indifference of the day at this time. He is casually wearing a silk pajama. The light in the study is bright but soft. The thick curtains cut off the darkness outside. The furnishings in the study are extremely elegant.


    If some ancient furniture collectors see the furniture in this room, they will go crazy.


    The simple desk, high back armchair and unique bookshelf are all yellow pear wood, and the age of these furniture is at least 300 years, which is the boutique of the ancient imperial furniture of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.


    Even the blue and white porcelain pieces on the bookshelf were also the best goods during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. The estimated value of those blue and white porcelain bottles alone was far more than one or two hundred million.


    This is just porcelain. If you count these ancient furniture and many original works on the bookshelf, I''m afraid this small study is the full value of many so-called rich people.


    Ye Suifeng is proud of himself. He has always been the favored son of heaven and an absolute nobleman of heaven. However, he no longer has the previous self-confidence. At this time, it gives people a gloomy feeling.


    The supreme childe, Leng Buding was frustrated by this, which definitely had a great impact on his mind.


    His eyes stayed on the materials in front of him, as if he wanted to see something from these materials.


    After a long time, he slowly raised his head and felt a cruel resentment at the corners of his mouth:


    "In that case, let''s have a real face-to-face contest."


    In the shadow behind him, a small figure came out.


    Ye Suifeng immediately stood up and asked with a low smile:


    "Little guru, did you find anything?"


    The little monk snorted with a tearful contempt, and his little body flew directly into the armchair, with endless vicissitudes in his voice:


    "This boy is not Yang Qiu. In his body, he is the soul of another person."


    Ye Suifeng couldn''t help shaking and hurriedly said:


    "What do you mean, little guru? Is it a ghost upper body? "


    The little monk snorted again, then frowned and said:


    "You have no right to know these things. In short, I helped you deal with this guy, and you have no cause and effect."


    The little monk said here, meditated again and asked:


    "When will the things your grandfather promised me arrive?"


    Ye Suifeng flashed a different color in his eyes, but said respectfully:


    "It should be in these two days."


    A trace of disgust flashed in the little monk''s eyes:


    "Without that thing, I''m not his opponent."


    Ye Suifeng doesn''t know what grandpa promised to give the little monk, but it must be a great treasure, otherwise grandpa wouldn''t hesitate for so long and hasn''t delivered it.


    "Little guru, this Yang Qiu, how is his strength better than you?"


    The little monk was stunned, and then he was silent for a long time. Then he said with milk:


    "I can''t see through it, but I know that his performance has not been his real strength all the time. People like us will not easily show their strength before the moment of life and death. You don''t understand! If he wants to kill you, half a city away, a finger will kill you! "


    "Huh?"


    Ye Suifeng couldn''t help but tremble:


    "Are you kidding?"


    The little monk smiled coldly, but his tone of speech is really difficult to be valued. In any way, he is a child of three or five years old.


    "There are all kinds of wonders in the world. I don''t boast that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the capital, but there are only a few opponents who can attract my attention. All of them are old monsters who have been practicing for 200 years. People in the world of practice are certainly different from you. This Yang Qiu must be a proud disciple of a big sect in the cultivation world and be reborn."


    Two sharp lights flashed in Ye Suifeng''s eyes:


    "What is the rebirth of the army?"


    The little monk shook his head slowly and said what he didn''t want to say in his heart:


    "These only exist in legends. Tibetan Buddhism, a branch of our law school, has the saying of reincarnated spiritual children, that is, the living Buddha of the previous generation will transfer his knowledge and mana to another body before he dies. The selected person is called reincarnated spiritual children. Many reincarnated spiritual children actually can''t awaken their previous memory, and this means of reincarnation, It is similar to the PLA. "


    Ye Suifeng also got a lot of information about practitioners from his grandfather. He also knew that the so-called reincarnated spirit boy. In his view, this is just a trick used by a magic stick to deceive people.


    But now it seems that this is not a trick.


    At least, the little monk in front of us is definitely the so-called reincarnated spirit boy?


    And there are many such people in Beijing?