The remaining gangsters took out daggers from their bodies one after another, and they were all as excited as if they had been shot.
Facing this group of gangsters, Ye Zihao looked calm, bent down, and picked up two bricks from the ground.
At this time, a gangster rushed up. Before the gangster could make a move, Ye Zihao smiled strangely, grabbed the brick and slapped him on the head hard.
"Bang!"
The brick was smashed to pieces on the spot, and the gangster's head was immediately bruised and bleeding, and he screamed and fell into a coma.
"Paralysis! I will stab you to death!"
Another gangster bared his teeth and stabbed Ye Zihao without hesitation.
"Want to hurt me? You're not qualified enough!"
Ye Zihao sneered a few times, reached out with his right hand to grab the other person's wrist, and then slapped his cheek with the brick in his left hand.
"ah!"
The gangster screamed, and a red brick mark appeared on his face. He spun around on the spot several times before reluctantly stopping.
One can imagine how terrifying the force of the slap just now was.
"It's your uncle! I will fight with you!"
The last remaining gangster looked like he was red-eyed and rushed directly towards Ye Zihao. Unfortunately, before he could take action, Ye Zihao suddenly stepped on his crotch.
"Oh? Oh? Oh?"
I saw this gangster bending up, covering his lower body with his hands, his eyes almost bulging out from the pain, his mouth open to the extreme, and beads of sweat as big as beans appeared on his forehead.
His face turned red, and he struggled to say, "You are so... despicable!"
After saying that, he passed out from the pain.
Now only Sangbiao and Manager Mo were left at the scene. Their faces were pale with fright, their teeth were trembling up and down, and their eyes were full of panic.
"Manager Mo, I didn't expect to see you here." Ye Zihao smiled lightly. He had just followed Sang Biao in order to see who was behind the scenes. What he didn't expect was that Manager Mo would appear here.
"You...don't do whatever you want, hit...injure someone, but...you are legally responsible."
Manager Mo was so frightened that three of his souls disappeared.
"Law? You provide inferior facial masks, aren't you afraid of the law?" Ye Zihao snorted and retorted disdainfully.
"I...I, I."
Suddenly, Manager Mo was speechless.
At this time, Sangbiao on the side apologized and said: "Young... Young hero! Since it is your personal grudge, I... it is not convenient for me to get involved. You... you can talk slowly, I have something to do, so I will leave first.
."
"etc!"
Ye Zihao suddenly stopped and stared at him with a playful expression.
"Young... Young Hero, you... do you have any other orders?" Sang Biao asked, frightened and uneasy.
"Your brothers are all lying on the ground. Wouldn't it be too interesting for you, the eldest brother, to leave?"
"Young...you dare me! What should I do?"
"It's very simple! Give him a good beating until he tells who instigated it."
Ye Zihao pointed at Manager Mo and said with a strange smile.
In fact, Yang Ruobing's company has no grudges against Manager Mo. The other party who went to such great lengths to frame "Pretty Girl" must have been instigated by someone else.
"No...no one ordered me!"
Manager Mo retorted immediately, obviously afraid of revealing who was behind the scenes.
"Haha! I don't know if it's your mouth that's tough, or this brick that's tough? Brother Biao, right? Here! Hit him to death with this brick."
Ye Zihao sneered a few times and threw a brick to Sangbiao.
"oh oh!"
Sangbiao clumsily caught the brick. In order to avoid being tortured, he could only use Manager Mo to calm his anger.
He had a ferocious expression on his face and asked angrily: "Mo, if you have any sense, just tell me the truth, or I'll beat you to death."
"No...no one ordered me!"
"Oh! You're still being stubborn now, aren't you? Eat shit!"
In a fit of anger, Sang Biao vented all his anger on Manager Mo, who took a brick and slapped him on the head as hard as a ginger.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch!! Don't...don't hit your head!"
"Spare my life!"
…
Manager Mo is also an ordinary person, how can he withstand Sang Biao's violent torture? After a moment, he finally confessed, "Brother Biao! Don't... don't hit me, I... I said it!"
"Paralysis! Speak quickly!"
Seeing that Manager Mo's head was bleeding and his face was covered with blood, he looked very scary, "It's... it's Zhang Yishan! He sent me to set up Yang Ruobing."
Zhang Yishan?
Ye Zihao narrowed his eyes slightly and exuded a hint of murderous aura.
Before, Zhang Zijian was deposed and turned into an eunuch by himself, but now Zhang Yishan secretly designs "Pretty Woman", which makes perfect sense.
"Young... Young Hero, you... I have done what you asked me to do. Do you think I...?"
Sangbiao started to speak but stopped, as if he had something to say.
"Your name is Brother Biao, right?"
"Don't... don't! Just call me Xiao Biao, young hero. I can't bear it, Brother Biao."
Sangbiao quickly denied it.
"I'll let you go today, but if I see you misbehaving again in the future, I'll slap you to death!"
Ye Zihao gave him a harsh lesson and cursed.
"Relax... don't worry! I... I will never do bad things again." Sang Biao nodded quickly and agreed.
"Then get out of here!"
Ye Zihao shouted, and Sangbiao was so frightened that he ran away, faster than a 100-meter athlete.
At this time, only Manager Mo was left at the scene.
His face was covered with blood, but he was too frightened to move, "Young... Young hero! I... I have told you what was behind the scenes, you... can you let me go?"
"Let you go? Do you know how many consumers have been deceived by you? Tell me! How much compensation?"
Ye Zihao looked cold and stared at him straightly.
"1...100,000?"
"No!"
Ye Zihao shook his head and said.
"200,000?"
"Too little!"
Ye Zihao still shook his head.
"3...300,000?"
Manager Mo gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a very difficult decision.
At this time, Ye Zihao took out a pack of Hongtashan from his pocket, and then lit one with a "pop" sound from a lighter.
"call!"
He blew a puff of smoke into Manager Mo's face and asked calmly: "Manager Mo, do you think I look like a beggar?"
"No...it doesn't look like it! It doesn't look like it at all!"
Manager Mo shook his head and quickly denied it.
"Since it doesn't look like that, why on earth did you give me 300,000? Is that enough?" Ye Zihao scolded, and then kicked him hard.
"ah!"
Manager Mo screamed fiercely, gritting his teeth in pain, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
I saw him struggling to squeeze out a sentence from the corner of his mouth and said: "8...800,000, no matter how much it is, I...I can't take it out."
"800,000? Why not come up with a round number, 1 million!"
"What? 1...1 million?"
"What's up? Do you have any opinions?"
"No...no objection!"
Manager Mo felt extremely aggrieved. Damn it! You are holding a brick. Can I have any objection?