Before he finished speaking, Ye Wudao threw another chopstick over and hit the opponent's knee.
The other party screamed and rolled on the ground holding his injured leg.
"I don't want to hear your voices now. If anyone dares to talk nonsense again, just stay."
One of the bald men had a bad temper and was still not intimidated by Ye Wudao, so he cursed.
"If our master wants to see you, who the hell are you! If our master wants to destroy you, it is no different than crushing an ant..."
Why!
Ye Wudao suddenly sighed, stood up, and walked step by step towards the scolding bald man.
"Is it because I didn't explain it clearly, or do you really have some backbone?"
"Since you want to stay, then just stay."
After getting close to the bald head, Ye Wudao's murderous aura finally frightened him.
The bald man was frightened, feeling that a demon was staring at him and might attack him at any time.
He said in a trembling voice: "You...what do you want to do? Let me tell you, my master is Bai..."
Click!
Before he finished speaking, Ye Wudao stepped on the opponent's knee.
After a crisp sound, the opponent's leg was broken into two parts from the knee, and blood spattered far away.
The scene was bloody.
The bald man only screamed and fainted from the pain.
Ye Wudao looked at the other inspectors: "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Everyone shook their heads tremblingly, remained silent, and did not dare to breathe hard, for fear of disturbing the demon.
Ye Wudao: "Why don't you get out of here quickly?"
The crowd immediately dispersed.
Ye Wudao sat back down, picked up the soda water as if nothing had happened, and took a sip.
But Concubine Xiang couldn't drink anymore, and now her nose was filled with the smell of blood.
…
The owner of the White House is the Bai family in Kyoto.
The ancestors of the Bai family were the royal family of the previous dynasty, and their ancestor was Empress Dowager Cixi.
Although their era has passed, they are still thriving in this era with the help of their connections and material resources accumulated over hundreds of years.
Their energy is scattered in official circles and shopping malls.
Although they have no actual duties, they hold a lot of real power, not even weaker than the old prime minister at his peak.
This can be seen from the White House.
The White House is even more luxurious than the Prime Minister's Office.
Now the owner of the Bai family is Bai Feng, but he is over thirty years old.
But he has outstanding ability and mature mind, and manages the Bai family in an orderly and prosperous way.