Manshu: "..." People are dead, and you come to see the fun. No wonder they are stationed in the psychiatric ward!
"What about you, why are you here?" Chen Yuting pretended not to notice that Manshu was rolling his eyes.
"I'm coming too to see the fun?"
Manshu's answer called Chen Yuting funny.
Naturally, he came because someone died here.
He felt particularly comfortable staying in a place where people had died.
Manshu didn't know, so he just asked him: "How long have you been here? Are the people being rescued inside really dead? Did the doctor say the cause of death?"
When Chen Yuting saw her asking this, he knew that she was here specifically for the people inside.
Deliberately ignoring the powerful aura behind her, he pointed at one of the middle-aged male doctors who wore glasses, had gray hair, and looked elegant.
"You go ask him."
That was the attending doctor involved in the rescue.
Manshu looked along Chen Yuting and saw that the doctor was surrounded by several people. He was obviously exhausted, but he still couldn't leave.
Both parties want the doctor to give an explanation.
Mr. Huang wanted the doctor to prove that King's death was closely related to Xu Wang.
Zhu Er's people wanted the doctor to prove that King's death was an accident.
The organs were ruptured and the head was hit hard. How could this be an accident?
However, if it is related to another boxer, this doctor cannot prove it, and he has to find a forensic doctor to determine the cause of death.
Dr. Lu suggested: "If you two have objections to the patient's death, it is better to call the police as soon as possible."
This is a very reasonable suggestion.
But when Dr. Lu mentioned calling the police, the faces of both parties became unhappy.
How is it possible to call the police? If the police are called, can the club still be open?
Huang Shengli didn't want to call the police either. Although he wanted to make a profit, he didn't want to deal with the police.
Every industry has its own rules.
If he breaks the rules, he will not be able to survive in this industry in the future.
Furthermore, if he really calls the police, what else can he threaten the owner behind the boxing club, and how can he get the land back?
When both parties had their own secrets, they didn't know that someone had already called the police on their behalf.
When Zhu Er came out of Xu Wan's ward, the worry on his face disappeared.
He dialed the boss's phone call expressionlessly: "Boss, Xu Wan has not agreed yet. He seems to be unable to accept the fact that he beat the king to death."
"Take him to see the king's body." The boss suggested coldly.
Zhu Er hesitated: "That's not good. I think he was hit hard. If he never recovers from now on, wouldn't it be counterproductive?"
"It's a good thing for people who can't be used by me to recover after a setback." The boss chuckled twice, "Zhu Er, are you soft-hearted towards him?"
"Boss, I just..." If you say you are soft-hearted, Zhu Er does not exist.
He is only soft-hearted about money.
But after all, Xu Wan was the one who helped him, so he was somewhat grateful to Xu Wan.
But the other party was unwilling to stay in the club, which made him very distressed.
After enjoying the benefits brought by Xu Wang, Zhu Er naturally did not want to let go of such a money-making machine.
What he didn't want to let go even more than him was the boss behind the club.
Here in Xuwang, it is usually Zhu Er who plays the red face and the boss who plays the bad side.
"Okay, I know what you mean."
The boss obviously knows Zhu Er very well.
His request remained unchanged, and he asked Zhu Er to take Xu Wan to see the king's body.
As for whether this young man can withstand the blow of beating someone to death, it is completely outside the scope of the boss's consideration.
Of course, if the other party is willing to be a money-making tool, he can provide some protection.
Before Zhu Er finished talking to his boss, he received a series of life-threatening calls from his subordinates.