Last night, Ye Zihao escorted Brother Mao back to the police station overnight. When he arrived at the police station, all the police officers were anxiously waiting for him at the door.
When Ye Zihao escorted Brother Mao out of the car, there were bursts of applause.
This applause is an appreciation for the hero's return!
In this regard, he didn't say much and handed Brother Mao over to the police.
…
Early in the morning!
Ye Zihao and Song Jiangxi drove to the downstairs of "Shifang Skin Care Products Company".
Seeing that Song Jiangxi's face was very angry at this time, he wished he could rush forward and kill Song Changsheng immediately.
"Young Master Song!!"
"Don't be impulsive! Your father's spirit in heaven also hopes that you can get out of the shadow of hatred!"
Ye Zihao patted his shoulder and comforted him.
"Master Ye!"
"When I think that Song Changsheng is the murderer of my father, I can't help but feel angry!"
Song Jiangxi clenched his fists tightly and spoke word by word.
"It's okay! We are here to ask for justice today! Listen to me in everything!"
Ye Zihao said seriously.
"Yes! Master Ye!"
Song Jiangxi suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke.
"Let's go! Let's go visit Song Changsheng!"
Ye Zihao smiled and then got out of the car with Song Jiangxi.
After a while!
They arrived at the office of "Shifang Skin Care Products Company".
The two of them appeared in the office, and everyone was shocked. You must know that Song Jiangxi had resigned before, and now he returned to the company with the people from "Pretty Girl Company".
What the hell is he doing?
In an instant, everyone was astonished.
To everyone's surprise, Song Jiangxi walked straight into Song Changsheng's office without even knocking on the door.
At this time, Song Changsheng was sitting on the president's chair, processing the information at hand.
"Song Changsheng!"
At this time, Song Jiangxi said coldly.
Forehead?
Song Changsheng's expression was slightly startled, then he raised his head and took a look.
It turned out that it was okay not to look at it, but when he looked at it, he was so angry that his blood vessels almost burst.
"Is it you?"
"Damn!! What are you doing here? Get out! You are not welcome here!"
Song Changsheng suddenly became angry and pointed at the door angrily.
"Song Changsheng! Your death has come!"
Song Jiangxi cursed angrily. Facing his father-killing enemy, if it hadn't been for what Ye Zihao had just explained, he would have really wanted to rush forward and fight Song Changsheng as soon as possible.
"What do you mean?"
Suddenly, Song Changsheng became alert.
At this time, Ye Zihao saw that Song Jiangxi was a little excited, so he patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Young Master Song! Let me handle it!"
"Yes...I'm sorry! Master Ye! I made you worry!"
Song Jiangxi looked apologetic, glared at Song Changsheng, and then retreated behind Ye Zihao.
"Mr. Song!"
"Do you feel comfortable sitting in this president's chair now?"
Ye Zihao deliberately teased and asked.
"Humph! What does it have to do with you whether you feel comfortable or not?" Song Changsheng said coldly with a black face.
"If it's comfortable! I advise you to sit for a while while you still have time! I'm afraid you won't have the chance to sit by then!"
The corners of Ye Zihao's mouth raised slightly, and he spoke with profound meaning.
"You...what do you mean?"
Hearing Ye Zihao say this, Song Changsheng felt more and more uneasy, and this uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger.
"Mr. Song!"
"Do you still remember a man named 'Brother Mao'?"
Ye Zihao asked deliberately.
And his words suddenly frightened Song Changsheng.
Brother Mao?
He...how did he know this person?
Song Changsheng's heart suddenly pounded, and then he pretended not to know anything and said, "Brother Mao? I don't know this person at all!"
"Yeah?"
"If that's the case, then I'll be relieved!"
Ye Zihao smiled, his tone was very playful.
"What do you mean? Why do you say that?"
The more Ye Zihao acted like this, the more panicked Song Changsheng felt.
"Mr. Song! Since you don't know Brother Mao, there is no need to be afraid, because I heard from the police that they caught Brother Mao. When interrogating Brother Mao, Brother Mao confessed to the police that he had hired a man named Song.
A man with a 100,000 yuan drove over Mr. Song’s father and killed him! I was worried that the man named Song was you. Since you said you didn’t know him, he shouldn’t be talking about you!”
The corner of Ye Zihao's mouth was very strange, and he said lightly.
"What?"
"He was... caught by the police?"
In an instant, Song Changsheng exclaimed.
He knew what happened back then better than anyone. He originally thought that after so many years, no one would suspect him.
But what he never expected was that Brother Mao, that bastard, would betray him.
"Mr. Song! Didn't you just say you don't know Brother Mao? Why are you so nervous?"
Ye Zihao deliberately teased and said.
"Yi Zihao! Why do you like to meddle in other people's business so much? Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!!"
At this time, Song Changsheng realized that he had been exposed, so he decided to die together with Ye Zihao.
I saw him take out the gun from the drawer immediately, but before he could raise the muzzle of the gun, several rays of silver light suddenly flashed on the scene.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
…
Almost 0.01 seconds later, Song Changsheng screamed uncontrollably. His hand holding the gun was pricked by several silver needles, causing him to be unable to hold the gun tightly at all.
result!
The gun quietly fell to the ground.
"Mr. Song!"
"I never thought you wanted to hide a firearm privately? This is a very serious matter! If you are charged with hiring a murderer, you will probably spend the rest of your life in prison!"
Ye Zihao sneered. When Song Changsheng wanted to take action just now, he took action faster than Song Changsheng!
"Yi Zihao!"
"Go to hell!!"
Seeing Song Changsheng endure the pain, he picked up the pistol with his other hand.
Just when he stood up straight, he found Ye Zihao appearing in front of him as if out of thin air.
He even saw an extremely sharp dagger placed on his neck.
"Mr. Song!!"
"Don't play with the gun all the time, it may misfire! Throw it away!"
Ye Zihao sneered very strangely at the corner of his mouth and said lightly.
"hateful!!"
Song Changsheng gritted his teeth. In desperation, he had no choice but to throw away the gun. He looked very unwilling.
His eyes widened and he stared at Ye Zihao full of anger, "Zi Hao!! You will not die well! You will go to hell!"
"Isn't it a good death?"
"Go to hell?"
"Haha!! Mr. Song! You are not the first person in this world who wants me to die, and you will not be the last one. As for just going to hell? People who say this to me often go to hell earlier than me.