Ye Fan's mind was filled with confusion. Every moment he had spent with Dong Yuejun in the past six months was playing in his mind like a movie.
At noon, Dong Yuejun was pushed out of the ICU and placed in a high-risk ward. The hospital arranged for specialized nurses to take care of her around the clock.
Ye Fan sat next to Dong Yuejun and gently picked up her hand, his face expressionless.
"Xiaojun, it was me who harmed you."
Ye Fan felt very uncomfortable and felt a twinge in his heart.
If he hadn't taken the initiative to find Dong Yuejun, she wouldn't have been affected.
"Don't worry, I will never tolerate it! Those people will pay the due price for this!"
Dong Yuejun's face is very calm, like a sleeping princess, dignified and beautiful.
Ye Fan put Dong Yuejun's hand into the blanket and stood up slowly: "Xiaojun, wait for me here, I will go and seek justice for you."
At the same time, in the office of the deputy general manager of Qingyun Group, three middle-aged men in black suits stood opposite Mrs. Wen.
They are about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, and they are very similar in body shape and appearance.
Obviously, these are triplets!
"Miss Bai, Mr. Fujita asked us to ask you who took Song Heming's body away!"
The middle-aged man at the head had two rows of earrings on his ears, and his eyebrows were very fierce, looking like a tiger that was lying down to hunt.
The other two people wore a row of earrings on the left and right, and looked proud and fierce. Although their aura was not as strong as the one in the middle, they were still very fierce.
"Mr. Gongyang, I also want to ask Fujita, Matsu and Ming, who are the masters of Haiyi Enterprises, how come they can't even deal with a small business owner?"
Mrs. Wen took her time, crossed her arms and snorted coldly: "He took 50 million from me, not only did he not kill the other party, but he couldn't even save his own body.
Not only did Mr. Fujita not respond, but he came to hold me accountable, and was he being unreasonable?!"
Although Mrs. Wen's words were strong, her expression was very awkward.
The opponent's aura was so overbearing that she couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
However, Mrs. Wen didn't feel any shame.
Because the three people standing opposite her were none other than the internationally renowned Dire Wolf Trident and Ram brothers of the Dire Wolf mercenaries!
Gongyangxin, Gongyangling, Gongyangfeng!
These three people are all Chinese. They were adopted by the defendant when they were young and taught their unique skills. When they were teenagers, they were ordered by their masters to join the international mercenary organization. In the past twenty years, they have gained great fame.
Although the three Gongyang brothers are not easy to mess with, Bai Yafang is not a loser either.
The deputy general manager of Qingyun Group owns billions of shares and is known to everyone in the Binhai business circle.
Gong Yangxin stared at Mrs. Wen coldly and snorted softly: "This is not our matter. I just ask you, who took Song Heming's body away?"
"Of course they were taken away by the police," Mrs. Wen replied bravely.
"But the bodies of Song Heming are not in the Binhai police station."
"Then I don't know." Mrs. Wen spread her hands, "I don't know that Song Heming."
"Miss Bai, you'd better not act crazy in front of us!" Gongyang Ling shouted in a deep voice: "As far as we know, Song Heming's fatal injury was a gunshot, and the other party was not wearing any firearms at all!
Moreover, there are traces of sniper rifles at the scene. It is impossible for Mr. Fujita to let snipers enter the city, so who sent this person?"
"You ask me, who am I asking?" Mrs. Wen blinked innocently, her pointed chin twitched slightly, and smiled: "Isn't that Ye Fan in the hospital? If you have anything to say, just ask him directly, why bother?
Are you going to force me to question a little woman?"
Gongyang Xin frowned and said, "Miss Bai, you don't have to pretend to be crazy or stupid with us. We don't care whether you sent someone to kill Song Heming or not.
However, his body must be recovered, otherwise unnecessary troubles may occur."
"I'll say it again, I really don't know!" Mrs. Wen lost her patience and her smile gradually solidified: "You have this time, why not think about how to help me kill that Mark Ye Fan! Or give me back 50 million!"
"The origin of Ye Fan is a bit complicated. The fact that he can block Song Heming shows that he is not weak. You don't need to worry about this matter. Our three brothers will help you solve it."
Gongyang Xin crossed his arms and said coldly: "You'd better find out the whereabouts of Song Heming, otherwise you will bear the consequences."
"Okay, I will think of a way." Mrs. Wen curled her lips slightly and replied nonchalantly.
"We've brought you the words, it's up to you whether you listen or not. Farewell!" Gongyang Xin clasped his fists and turned to leave with his two brothers.
At this moment, Mrs. Wen's cell phone suddenly rang and she received an anonymous message.
After just one glance, her expression changed and she quickly called Gongyang Xin and the others: "Brother Gongyang!"
"What, is something wrong?" Gongyang Xin turned around.
"That Ye Fan... delivered it to the door by himself." Mrs. Wen handed the phone to Gong Yangxin's hand, covered her mouth and giggled: "I think you don't need to wait for an opportunity in the future, this time just avoids future troubles.
"
"Huh?" Gongyang Xin was stunned, and then fell into deep thought: "With his ability, he shouldn't appear rashly. Is this a trap?"
"No." Mrs. Wen shook her head and smiled, "The person who sent me the text message has saved me many times and she will not lie to me.
Now Ye Fan is on his way to Qingyun Group and will arrive in less than three minutes, are you planning to leave me with him? "
Gongyang Xin and his two brothers looked at each other and walked back to the office sofa to sit down.
"Of course not, we three brothers are waiting for him here!"
"Okay!" Mrs. Wen was overjoyed. She took back her mobile phone and dialed the police number, "Hello... 110? There is someone with a gun deliberately hurting people in Qingyun Group. Come quickly!"
Mrs. Wen yelled in panic and quickly hung up the phone, leaving Gong Yangxin and the other two people with pale faces.
"Miss Bai, what do you mean? You clearly know that the three of us are on the blacklist of the public security system, why do you still want to call us in?"
"Brother Gongyang, don't worry, in my Qingyun Group's territory, I guarantee that no one can do anything to you!"
Mrs. Wen giggled endlessly, a sly and evil smile appeared on her sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked face.
Ye Fan Dadi came to Qingyun Group.
This is indeed a Binhai chaebol enterprise. Starting from the Linhai Avenue outside the door, everything is within the scope of the enterprise.
Four ten-meter-wide roads lead from the entrance to the corporate reception hall, like eight tributaries running through the sea, with magnificent waves.
On both sides of the road are ancient European royal gardens, with sculpture fountains every thirty meters.
The office building of Qingyun Group has a total of sixty-six floors, towering into the sky.
There are as many as twelve doors at the entrance of a hall.
There are eight gilded pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes at the door, which three people cannot hold together.
The marble floor was spotless, like a reflective mirror, and you could see the sultry scenery under the receptionist's skirt.
Ye Fan stood at the gate of Qingyun Group and walked in with a cold face.
The two young girls at the reception desk stepped forward, bowed and asked, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
"Deputy General Manager, Bai Yafang." Ye Fan said in a low voice.
"Sir, do you have an appointment?" the girl asked again.
Ye Fan smiled, stepped forward and hugged the younger sister's shoulders, and whispered: "If you don't want to die, take me upstairs."
The receptionist didn't expect that the other party would dare to do something here, and she was immediately embarrassed and said, "Sir, please be more respectful..."
Before she finished speaking, her waist was suddenly pressed against by a hard object. When she lowered her head and looked down, she saw a large, shiny silver pistol.
"hiss!!!"
The receptionist's face instantly collapsed, tears welled up and she couldn't stop them.
"Shh, let's go upstairs quietly. If you dare to mess around and accidentally cause a fire, don't blame me!"
"Yes...yes!" The reception girl burst into tears and cautiously welcomed Ye Fan to the VIP elevator.
Ye Fan placed his hands very discreetly, with one arm around the receptionist, like a big boss taking advantage of the girl.
The surrounding staff and security guards have long been accustomed to this.
Those who can enter the VIP elevator must be rich or noble, so what does it mean to fall in love with a receptionist girl?
For some high-status bosses, with just one word, even the white-collar managers of the company can be sent to their bed on time.
Ye Fan and the receptionist swiped their cards to enter the VIP elevator, which only had a button to go to the 60th floor.
"Sir...Mrs. Wen's office is...on the sixty-fifth floor. You...you can only go to the sixty...sixtieth floor."
The girl at the reception was so frightened that she almost peed. Tears fell down her face and her makeup was stained by tears.
Ye Fan put away his pistol and patted her shoulder expressionlessly, "Don't be afraid, I am a principled person and will not hurt innocent people."
"Thank you... thank you." The welcoming girl nodded repeatedly.
At the same time, at the elevator entrance on the 60th floor, dozens of black-clad security guards stood cautiously outside with weapons in hand.
The leader of the security team wore a pair of sunglasses, folded his arms on his chest, stared at the rising numbers of the elevator, and shouted in a deep voice: "Everyone listen to my order, if you see someone coming out, hack him to death immediately!"
This group of so-called security guards are actually the gangsters left over from Qingmen.
Nowadays, society is different. Qingmen has changed its appearance and appeared in front of the world in the form of chaebol and group.
And they have to change their identities and make ends meet in another way.
Dozens of men in black behind the security captain raised their knives and sticks with ferocious faces, ready to chop the opponent into pieces at any time.
"Ding!"
As the elevator made a crisp sound, everyone gathered at the elevator entrance.
"Tsk..."
The elevator door opened and there was no one inside!
Suddenly, all the security guards were stunned.
"Captain, what's going on?" A young man walked into the elevator, looked around and then exited, "There's no one there!"
"Could it be that...they came out on other floors?" The security captain frowned, "That's not right, the elevator has never stopped at all!"
"Ding!"
There was another crisp sound, and the elevator door slowly closed.
However, the security captain saw a dark shadow jumping down from the top of the elevator just as the elevator was about to close.
"No, that person is inside!" the security captain shouted repeatedly.