"I thought Krishna's people would come first, but it seems I misunderstood."
Bo Jinyan walked in. He briefly glanced at the situation in the room and looked at the person sitting in the wheelchair.
The man sighed: "What do you mean? I've been waiting for you for a long time, but as a result, you came so violently, and I'm not used to it."
Bo Jinyan's expression was very pale. He glanced at his men and said, "Do it."
"yes."
The men walked over, lifted the man up from the wheelchair, pushed him to the ground, and made him kneel on the floor.
The man was stunned for a moment, and he was a little surprised. He raised his head and looked at the handsome man. After being stunned for a few seconds, he suddenly laughed: "I thought, Master Bo, you would at least be polite...
Yes, now it seems that I really thought too much."
Bo Jinyan sat on the sofa and looked at him expressionlessly: "Tell me."
"What are you talking about?" After the man replied, he suddenly realized: "I understand what you mean, it's the questions that Krishna asked me, right? You can ask him, I should answer them already
All have been answered.”
Bo Jinyan looked at him silently and said, "You didn't tell the truth, and you didn't finish your sentence."
"Then you really misunderstood me." The man sighed: "I have said everything that needs to be said, and there is really nothing left to say. I only know a little bit about that experiment, and Zhou knows even more.
Moreover, it was also planned by him."
After finishing speaking, he smiled and sighed: "Also, I just helped him look at the painting. The rest of the things have nothing to do with me at all. I don't understand. Why don't you go find that person named Zhou?"
You ask me clearly, and you actually place your hopes on me?"
The words have not yet fallen.
He was pushed to the ground.
Bo Jinyan walked over indifferently, stood in front of him, and asked, "Are you not feeling well?"
These words were so ridiculous that the man was silent for a moment and then laughed: "Yes, Master Bo, are you going to be gentler to me?"
"Do you want to live?" Bo Jinyan ignored his words and asked directly.
The man was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "What do you think, of course I want to live. Everyone wants to live."
"Yes, you are right." Bo Jinyan raised his lips gently: "Since you want to live, then things will be much easier to handle."
He sat on the sofa again and looked at his men: "Do you know what to do?"
The subordinate nodded and said, "I understand."
As he said that, he let go of his hand.
The man had difficulty with his legs and feet. He struggled to stand up, holding on to his wheelchair, and looked at Bo Jinyan calmly, without any panic on his face: "Master Bo, what do you want to say?"
"Easy to say."
Bo Jinyan looked at his subordinates.
The subordinate understood and immediately took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to him.
The man took it, glanced at it, and frowned slightly: "What is this?"
"Your son." Bo Jinyan said with a smile: "What's wrong, it seems you don't know him."
The man's face changed slightly and he looked at him cautiously: "Are you kidding me?"
"It seems that you really don't know." Bo Jinyan pulled his lower lip and looked at his subordinates coldly.
The subordinate nodded and said: "He is indeed your son, the seed you left behind when you were young. Later, you searched for it for a long time, but you couldn't find it. Master Bo took action, helped you find the person, and brought him here.
We are on the way now and will probably be back soon."