"What...what's going on?" The man was shocked. Before he could finish speaking, he felt a numbness and itch coming from his lower body, and then...wetness...
The man thought that this was the Bliss Needle. If he wanted to use this method to punish me, how could I be afraid?
However, before this thought passed through his mind, he suddenly had another reaction.
Within a moment, there was another burst of warmth.
After three times in a row, the man felt a cold sweat on the back of his head, and his face turned pale for a while. If this continued, sooner or later he would be exhausted and die.
He finally knew what the Bliss Needle meant, it was to drain him of his energy and kill him. It was really cruel. It was really cruel.
There was a reaction again, and the man was scared to death.
"Quick, stop." The man's breathing was heavy, and he roared again as soon as he said the words. He gradually felt the pain in his waist, and there was a feeling of coldness in his body.
"To say it or not to say it." Ye Haoxuan sneered.
The man shook his head and said bitterly: "Why don't you just kill me."
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"Despicable..." The man gritted his teeth, but he could only give in: "Okay, I said, I said, please pull out the needle quickly."
Ye Haoxuan then stood up, with his four fingers like the wind, he pulled out all the needles on his body in a moment, and then the man calmed down.
He exhaled a long breath and said: "I am a professional thug."
"I don't want to hear you talking nonsense, serious words." Ye Haoxuan said with a raised eyebrow.
The man quickly said bluntly: "Young Master Dongfang asked me to do this. He paid to find my boss and asked me to destroy you..."
"Dongfang Hong?" Ye Haoxuan's expression turned cold. In fact, when the man came out, he already had a vague idea of what was going on, but he didn't expect that it was really him.
With a cold look on his face, he picked up the man with one hand and walked to the riverside.
"What are you going to do?" The man was shocked and shouted: "Didn't I follow your instructions? What else do you want to do?"
Ye Haoxuan sneered and said, "I didn't promise you to let you go."
After saying that, he untied the acupuncture points and threw the man directly into the rushing river. Whether he could survive or not depended on whether the boy could swim.
"Dongfang Hong, right? One day, I will let you know that the flowers will be so red." Ye Haoxuan sneered and drove away.
In a private club somewhere in Qingyuan, Dongfang Hong was drinking red wine with a gloomy expression.
He raised his hand and looked at the time. It was almost early in the morning. He said to the man opposite him with a gloomy face: "Mr. Pan, it's been so long, why is there no news?"
Mr. Yuanpan had a feminine look on his face, and you could tell at a glance that he was a man who liked to play tricks. He said, "Young Master Dongfang, don't be anxious. My brothers are doing the work, so you can rest assured."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thug ran over and shouted: "Sorry, Mr. Pan, Liumao missed it?"
"What?" Mr. Pan's face immediately darkened.
He said: "Liu Mao's skills are pretty good, how could he not be able to deal with a student?"
The thug said: "Liumao was beaten up and then thrown into the river. According to him, that kid is not an ordinary person."
Dongfang Hong's face became even more gloomy, and he shouted: "Mr. Pan, didn't you say it's foolproof?"
Pan Hai stood up and drank down the red wine in his hand, and said with a gloomy expression: "Don't worry, Young Master Dongfang, I will definitely find this place for you."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
As soon as he got in the car, Ye Haoxuan's cell phone rang. When he opened it, it was Mr. Hua's call.
"It's so late, what's wrong with Mr. Hua?" Ye Haoxuan muttered, and then answered the phone.
"Xiaoye, is that you?" Mr. Hua's voice came out.
Ye Haoxuan smiled and said: "It's me, hello Mr. Hua."
"Xiaoye, I'm sorry to bother you so late. I don't know if you have time now. If it's convenient, come to the hospital. I have a patient with extremely strange symptoms. I want you to come and take a look."
"What strange symptoms?" Ye Haoxuan suddenly became interested when he heard that it was a difficult and complicated disease.
"It's like this. This patient is an international friend. He specializes in cosmetics. He came to China to negotiate business. He was fine in the afternoon, but who knew that he suddenly couldn't move after dinner."
"What are the test results?" Ye Haoxuan asked.
Hua Lao said: "After examination, it turned out that this international friend is in good health and has nothing wrong with him. All possible symptoms have been ruled out. He is very conscious, but he can't move."
"Well, let me go over and take a look." Ye Haoxuan immediately hung up the phone.
Givenchy, a fashion brand from France, initially focused on perfume as its main product, and later began to get involved in skin care and makeup.
Givenchy is a luxury cosmetics brand with operations all over the country. At this time, Givenchy's business director Fein was lying on a luxurious bed in Qingyuan People's Hospital, his bright blue eyes moving around, but he could not move at all.
The hospital bed was surrounded by experts and professors from Qingyuan People's Hospital, including authoritative experts like Mr. Fanhua.
On the other hand, the director of Qingyuan People's Hospital was also worried. This Fein's identity was unusual, and the deputy mayor in charge of medical treatment had given him a death order. If he couldn't be cured, he was told to pack up and leave.
Involving international friends and being the business manager of a prestigious luxury cosmetics brand, the dean immediately felt a lot of pressure.
He hurriedly summoned professional professors from the hospital's Department of Internal Medicine and Neurology to examine Fein and examined him from head to toe. However, what shocked everyone was that Fein's body functions were worse than those of normal people.
normal.
A group of professors and burly men tried their best to rule out the problem, but they still couldn't diagnose what kind of disease this blue-eyed Finn had.
"Trash, a bunch of trash, what are you doing in your hospital? You can't even find out the cause of the disease." Fein's translator and assistant, a woman in her twenties, dressed like a fake foreign devil, was talking to the people in the ward.
