The female president's personal crazy son-in-law

"I have no enmity with the Xiao family, but Xiao Zhanji, the younger generation of the Xiao family, hosted a banquet with Ye Xuan and the others when I entered the capital and planned to kill me."

"I interrupted Xiao Zhanji's hands and feet, the Xiao family didn't feel grateful, and instead joined the Ye family."

Jiang Tong said.

His eyes gradually narrowed, the cold light surged, and he paused word by word: "This matter was caused by you, Xiao Zhanji, today I will kill you to end this enmity."

Xiao Zhanji fell from the wheelchair instantly.

The whole person was scared out of their wits, and shouted: "Jiang Diye, you can't kill me, I am the Xiao family..."

The words in his mouth stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, and everyone saw Xiao Zhanji's frightened head flying high.

Concubine Ye Churan and the younger generation looked at the young master of the Xiao family who was separated from his head as if in a dream.

As the top daughter of the younger generation in Yanjing.These people have known each other since childhood and often hang out in the same circle.

People who used to eat and drink together are now cut off in front of their faces.

Several boys and girls turned pale with fright.

But everyone in the Xiao family didn't dare to show their anger, they lowered their heads, as if they hadn't seen it.

If someone else dared to kill Xiao Zhanji, the Xiao family would have fought him desperately.

But when this person was Jiang Diye, no one dared to say anything.

"On the surface, Jiang Diye only killed Xiao Zhanji and spared the entire Xiao family. In fact, Xiao Zhanji, as the most outstanding member of the Xiao family, is the future luck of the Xiao family."

"Jiang Diye's killing him is tantamount to breaking the Xiao family's anger for the next few decades. This move is really murderous, ruthless!"

However, some people think that in front of family interests, a junior is nothing at all.

There are so many direct and collateral branches of the Xiao family, adding up to hundreds of people, the big deal is to be reborn.

One day, the second and third Xiao Zhanji will be born.

Preserving the Xiao family is fundamental.

If even the branches and leaves are cut off by someone, then there is nothing left.

Following the Ye family and the Xiao family, Jiang Tong's eyes were cast on the Han family and the Bai family again.

Everyone's pupils shrank.

Jiang Tong is planning to offend all five Yanjing families.

"This is Jiang Diye's true face. Compared with the previous bloodbath of Jiangbei's wealthy families, beheading more than [-] people. This time, he is very restrained and takes care of those people's emotions."

Someone spoke in a deep voice.

"That's right, with Jiang Diye's previous personality, he would have wiped out all these families long ago."

Next, Jiang Tong beheaded Han Tianming and the senior officials of the Bai family.

To say that the most innocent is the Bai family.

He has no grievances with Jiang Tong at all, but he has to stand with the Ye family and the Xiao family.

For no reason, it was involved, and even several important high-level officials were pierced through the forehead by Jiang Tong, and died on the spot.

Patriarch Bai looked at the eyes of the Ye family and the Xiao family, wishing to tear them apart alive.

"The higher the position, the greater the constraints. As one of the five major families, the Bai family has no hatred with Jiang Diye."

"But we have to stand in the same camp as them, otherwise we will be isolated in the future, or even join forces to suppress them."

Everyone can see clearly at a glance.

To put it bluntly, the five major families are people in the same circle.

No matter how openly or secretly they fight, if they encounter an enemy, they will hug each other and defend against the enemy together.

It is precisely because of this that the five major families have been able to stand in Yanjing for a hundred years without being replaced by others.

Until this time I met Jiang Tong.

"Okay, okay!"

Mr. Jiang laughed loudly.

More and more people let go of their prejudices and walked up to the old man to express their affection.

With Jiang Tong in the Jiang family, their rise will be unstoppable in the future.

"Little boy, let's go."

Jiang Wenyuan didn't care about Jiang Tong and ignored himself at all. In his eyes, Jiang Tong was the child of Jiang Huaian and Su Nuanyi, the younger six of the Jiang family, and the blood of the Jiang family flowed in his body.

He should have been a member of the Jiang family.

Seeing Jiang Wenyuan with a smile on his lips, Jiang Tong took a step back.

Everyone seemed to have guessed something, and they frowned secretly, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became exciting.

"Could it be that this person still wants to settle accounts with the Jiang family?"

Someone opened his eyes suddenly.

Then after thinking about it, I felt that with Jiang Tong's character, he could really do it.

"Jiang Qingshu!"

Following these three words, they spit out from Jiang Tong's mouth.

Jiang Qingshu, who was standing among the Jiang family crowd, turned pale and trembled all over.Including the people around them, they immediately dispersed and let Jiang Qingshu out.

"Little...boy, I'm your cousin."

Jiang Qingshu spoke in a trembling voice.

I want to use family affection to remind Jiang Tong to let him stop here.

Jiang Tong shook his head, and said calmly, "When did I admit that I belong to the Jiang family?"

As soon as the words came out.

The smiles on the faces of the members of the Jiang family froze, and the wealthy nobles around them who were desperately trying to please the Jiang family also looked dumbfounded.

"Although you were not a direct participant in the banquet that day, you participated in it indirectly. Knowing that Ye Xuanxiao and Zhan Ji were deliberately setting up a banquet to hurt me, you still lured me there on purpose."

"If I were an ordinary person, maybe the person whose hands and feet were broken that day, and who was even beaten to death by mistake, would be me."

Jiang Tong's tone was neither happy nor sad, and he didn't care about his family and blood.

Even though I have all kinds of blood and relationships with you, if I say I don't recognize you, I don't recognize you.

How could Jiang Tong be restrained by these secular rules?

"For the sake of my father and my mother, I can let the Jiang family go, but there must always be someone who will pay for it."

After Jiang Tong finished speaking, he pointed at the head of Jiang Qing's book.

Jiang Qingshu fell to the ground and died in an instant. Before he died, there was still a hint of disbelief in Jiang Tong's wide-open eyes that he said he would do it.

"Little bastard, if you dare to kill my grandson, I will fight with you."

The old lady Gong Susu burst into tears and rushed towards Jiang Tong.

Jiang Tong snorted coldly:
"Although you are my grandma, you were the one who humiliated my parents by putting up a sign at the door of Jiang's house on the day my father and mother got married."

"Even during the period when my mother and I came back, you humiliated my mother repeatedly. As a punishment, I will take 30 years of your life today."

Jiang Tong reached out and grabbed the old lady, as if taking something away from the old lady.

The old lady, who is already in her 80s, has not had time for a few years.

Now Jiang Tong took away 30 years of her life, and she was heading towards Jiang Tong's side, the old lady stumbling over.The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he fell to the ground powerlessly as if he had lost all vitality.

"mom!"

"grandmother!"

Everyone in the Jiang family cried out in grief, and quickly knelt on the ground to check on the situation of the old lady.

At this time.

Hong Kaiyin looked at Mr. Jiang with a silent expression but tears running down his face.

With a soft sigh in his mouth:
"My condolences, old man, the old lady has passed away."

Only then did this come out.

There was a dead silence, and no one spoke.

Looking at the members of the Jiang family, there is a trace of sympathy on their faces, they have not yet risen, but they have already fallen...