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Chapter 1912

Chapter 1912

An hour later, Zhao Ziqiang woke up from his coma.

At this time, he was lying on the hospital bed with a haggard face, and his whole body was extremely weak, as if just a slight touch could completely defeat him.

At this time, Zhao Youbang saw that his son was awake, and he quickly asked: "Son, great! You finally woke up! Tell me quickly, which bastard made you like this?"

Zhao Ziqiang said with a painful look on his face: "It's... it's Ye Fan! It was this crazy beast who broke my hands... Wuwuwu! Dad, you must seek justice for me.

ah!"

"Who is Ye Fan?"

Zhao Youbang frowned slightly and asked with confusion on his face.

At this time, Zhao Ziqiang said: "He is Lin Ruobing's man. When he broke my hands, he asked me to notify the Zhao family and ask them to go to Qingcheng Skin Care Company tomorrow to kowtow and admit their mistake!"

"What?"

"They hurt my son, but they still dare to ask the Zhao family to come and kowtow to admit their mistake? Do they still have the law?"

At this time, Zhao Youbang was so angry that he looked as ugly as pig liver, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said: "Son, leave this matter to me. You can rest assured to recover. Tomorrow I will take the Zhao family to Qingcheng Skin Care Company to find a doctor."

I want those bastards to know what will happen if they offend the Zhao family!"

Seeing that his father was going to stand up for him, Zhao Ziqiang was so excited that he was as excited as a chicken blood, "Dad! If you catch Ye Fan, don't kill him! I will slowly torture him and destroy him

His hands and feet, I want him to experience what it feels like to have his hands and feet crippled!"

"Well, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

Zhao Youbang said coldly with a gloomy face.

Soon, Zhao Youbang settled his son and left the ward.

At this time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the old housekeeper's number.

"Dudududu!"

After the phone rang a few times, someone answered.

At this time, the old housekeeper asked respectfully: "Mr. Zhao, do you have any instructions?"

Zhao Youbang had a serious expression and said in a gloomy tone: "Butler! You sent people to burn down Qingcheng Skin Care's warehouse tonight! You destroyed their company! I want them to know what the consequences will be if you offend the Zhao family!!"

"Okay! I'll order someone to do it right away!"

The old housekeeper respectfully agreed.

Soon, Zhao Youbang hung up the phone.

His expression looked uncertain, his whole person looked particularly ferocious and terrifying, his eyes exuded a fierce light, and he murmured to himself: "Ye! If you dare to bully my son, I will kill you."

You will die miserably, I will make your life worse than death! I will let you know what will happen if you offend me, Zhao Youbang!"

...

late at night!

In the temporary warehouse of Qingcheng Skin Care, a security guard was on duty in the security room. However, at this moment, he heard something noise outside the warehouse.

So, he quickly walked out with a flashlight.

After opening the warehouse door, I saw that the warehouse was empty and there was nothing unusual.

The security guard scratched his head in confusion and muttered to himself: "That's weird, did I hear it wrong?"

However, at this moment, a dark shadow struck him from behind with lightning speed. The dark shadow hit the security guard on the back of the head with an iron bar.

"ah!"

There was a muffled sound, and a big bag was smashed out of the back of the security guard's head. Blood spurted out and he fainted on the ground.

Once the security guard fainted, the people who had been hiding in the corner rushed out quickly. They were holding fuel tanks in their hands, and they all looked fierce. At first glance, they were not good people.

"Be smart! Burn everything inside quickly!" the man who just attacked ordered.

"Yes! Boss!"

Those people immediately began to take action. They rushed into the warehouse, poured gasoline on the goods, lit lighters, and threw them directly on the goods.

"call!"


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