Qingmian and Tieshou naturally did not dare to disobey Meirou's instructions. They hurriedly untied the hemp rope on Peng Qiulai on the chair, and then put Peng Qiulai in a sack.

Taking advantage of the hazy night, I transported it to a barren mountain outside the suburbs of the imperial capital and threw it down the hillside.

Meirou and others completed this series of things before returning to Fu Jianxing's villa.

Meirou bowed to Xiao Yang with her fists and said respectfully: "Boss, what you have explained has been done!"

"Boss, don't say anything, it's really perfect for Meirou to do such a thing."

Qingmian said with a malicious smile.

When Meirou heard this, she glanced at Qingmeng from the corner of her eyes, and her entire face turned blue.

Qingmian quickly lowered her head, not daring to say a word more.

Tie Hand saw Qingmian's cripple and couldn't help laughing twice.

Xiao Yang nodded and said slowly: "Thank you for this matter!"

"Boss, this little thing is not hard."

Meirou responded, "But... Peng Qiulai was injured so seriously and was left behind again. He probably won't be able to survive. Should we tell the Peng family where his body is?"

"Of course I have to tell!"

Xiao Yang put one hand on his chest and held his jaw with the other, and said calmly: "I still have to wait and see how Peng Liangchao's white-haired man looks like he gives away a black-haired man."

Meirou nodded, "I'll do it now."

After talking, Meirou walked out of the villa alone again.

Peng Liangchao sat upright in the lobby of the Peng family and did not sleep all night.

He no longer had any fantasies about Peng Qiulai coming back alive, but he was just looking forward to dawn and waiting for Xiao Yang and his group to give the place to collect the body.

A trace of white fish belly appeared on the edge of the sky, and the orange-red sun slowly emerged from the valley, and when dawn and daylight intersected.

A small knife that flew from nowhere stabbed into the plaque at the door of the Peng family, with the word "Peng".

Peng Xu immediately ordered someone to pull out the knife on the plaque, but saw a letter inserted on the knife. He didn't care about going to read it himself, and trotted all the way to Peng Liangchao and put the envelope on both hands.

Peng Liangchao's hands trembled and tore open the envelope and took out the letter.

There is no unnecessary words in the letter, only one coordinate is written.

Just one coordinate could already make Peng Liangchao understand what it meant. His hands drooped down weakly, and the letter in his hand fell to the ground.

"You go and bring people to the coordinates on this letter to transport Qiulai's body back!"

Peng Liangchao seemed to have suddenly grown older for decades at the moment when he saw the letter. His back became hunched over with his naked eyes, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper.

Peng Xu did not dare to be negligent at all. After hearing Peng Liangchao's orders, he responded, and then walked into the house to summon people.

Before the sky was dawn, we had already arrived at the coordinates of the letter.

Peng Xu and a team of people searched on the barren mountains outside the suburbs of the imperial capital for a long time, and finally found the body of Peng Qiulai in a sack at the bottom of the hillside.

The dark red blood oozed out of the corpse had already dyed the sack red, looking extremely stunning.

Peng Xu ordered the people who came along to wipe the blood stains on Peng Qiulai's body, and then changed into a clean dress for Peng Qiulai, and then transported Peng Qiulai's body back to Peng's mansion.

When Peng Liangchao saw Peng Qiulai with scars on his face, he suddenly pounced on Peng Qiulai's body and started crying.
Chapter completed!