In the VIP room on the top floor of a high-end entertainment venue in Liancheng, Yu Jiaojiao, the boss of Baorui Pavilion, stood with her head tremblingly. Two steps away from her, a man knelt on the ground, his face swollen like a pig's head.
The original appearance could not be clearly seen. The colorful hair on his head was as messy as a chicken coop, and there were a few strands of hair that were stained with blood or wet with sweat and stuck to his face in a mess.
A man in his forties, fair-skinned, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat on the sofa and asked with a gloomy face: "Who gave you the courage?"
Yu Jiaojiao opened her mouth, met the man's gaze, flinched, and finally did not dare to say a word.
Xiaoliu knelt on the ground and said vaguely: "Brother Zhang, I know I was wrong..."
"It's no use knowing you're wrong now!" Before he could finish his words, a man with a large tattoo on his arm came up and slapped him, watching the colorful hair draw an arc in the air.
"...Forgive me!" Xiao Liu tilted his head and groaned, "No... no one said... those two... two policemen can't move."
Big Flower Arm kicked him again: "Needless to say, you have no brains!"
Xiao Liu was kicked until blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he lay on the ground unable to get up.
Her fair face turned slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at Yu Jiaojiao: "Is this how you manage people when they are left to you? You can do whatever you want, huh?"
The last "um" was pronounced in a long sound, and Yu Jiaojiao shivered in fright, her face turned pale, her lips covered in Yanyue lipstick trembled, but she couldn't say anything.
"Are you deaf or mute? Brother Zhang is asking you, can't you hear me?" The big flowery arm raised his hand.
Yu Jiaojiao knelt down with a pop, crawled forward on her knees, and crawled at the feet of her fair face: "Brother Zhang, I am not strict in discipline, please spare me this time!"
The fair-faced woman wearing leather shoes hooked her chin up with her toes, looked at her crying face, and said: "It's not that I don't want to spare you, I told you a long time ago, don't make decisions when things happen.
You just don’t listen, what can I do?”
Yu Jiaojiao didn't dare to move, and cried: "Brother Zhang, please give me another chance. I will be obedient from now on. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Tears and snot fell on the dark and shiny leather shoes. With a fair face, he put his toes on her skirt and rubbed them in disgust. He raised the corners of his lips and asked, "Do I listen to anything you say?"
Yu Jiaojiao nodded hurriedly: "Listen to everyone, listen to everyone."
"That's great!" Bai Jinglian suddenly lost his smile, "Send it away with the next batch of goods."
When Yu Jiaojiao, who thought she had a chance of improvement, heard this, she immediately rushed over and cried: "Brother Zhang, you can let me be a cow or a horse, but please don't send me away! Please!"
The fair-faced man moved aside, letting her escape. Then he winked at the big flower arm.
Big Flower Arm nodded knowingly, went to the door and called two people, dragged Yu Jiaojiao up and walked out.
Yu Jiaojiao struggled hard, but no matter how hard she tried, a woman couldn't win against a strong man, let alone two.
The cries became louder and louder, and Dahuazhi felt upset and slashed at the back of her neck with a hand knife, knocking her unconscious.
Bai Jinglian clicked his tongue twice: "How many times have I told you, don't be so brutal, but you just don't listen. If your appearance is revealed, who wants to do it again?"
"It's okay, I can't look bad, my neck will hurt for a few days at most." Big Flower Arm chuckled, "Brother, what should I do about this?"
"Old rule, cut it and send it away together."
When Xiao Liu heard this, his vision went dark and he fainted on the ground. Some liquid flowed out from under him, and a foul smell suddenly filled the air.
"Holy shit! I'm incontinent!" Big Flower Arm jumped a step to the side, covered his nose, and said in disgust, "It looks like a bear. It needs to be cut off. Keeping it will only pollute the environment."
Bai Jinglian rolled her eyes at him: "Where's all this nonsense? Clean it up quickly." After that, he stood up and left the VIP room.
Walking along the corridor to the door of the innermost room, he straightened his suit and then raised his hand to ring the doorbell.
The door opened, and the person inside made a silent gesture with his index finger in front of his lips.
The fair-faced man followed him into the room and stood by the wall, looking at his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his mouth and his heart. He completely lost the aura he had in the VIP room before.
Someone in the room was making a report to the young man sitting on the executive chair: "...it's nothing serious. The man was seriously injured and was still awake when he was sent to the ward. There were police officers in the room. I was afraid of arousing suspicion.
I didn’t dare to get too close.”
The young man nodded slightly and turned his sharp eyes to the fair face: "Has everything been taken care of?"
"Everything has been taken care of, young master." He replied respectfully with a fair face.
"I won't hold you responsible this time. You know what to do next time."
The young man's face was as dark as water, his tone was calm, but his fair face was covered with sweat.
"Yes, yes, don't worry, young master, I will definitely not do it again next time."
The young man raised his chin: "Everyone, go down."
"Yes, Master." The two of them bowed and exited the room.
After everyone left, the young man sighed softly: "Follow me to the hospital."
"Master, is this... inappropriate?" The person standing beside him hesitated, "After all, no one knows about the car accident. Going there rashly may arouse suspicion."
The young man was noncommittal, holding his eyebrows with his right hand and waving his left hand: "You can go out too, I'll be by myself for a while."
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Everyone else in the ward has evacuated, leaving only Jiang Muyang to accompany him.
Duanmo originally asked him to go back too, but Yan Yishuai said that he had to keep someone behind. He needed to buy something or something, and at least there was someone to run errands.
Normally Jiang Muyang always bickered and joked with him, but today he was uncharacteristically taking his words as an edict and sitting on the small sofa in the ward without moving.
Duan Mo was lying on another hospital bed taking a sling. He was doing nothing but holding his shoulders and looking at the two patients as if they were thieves.
It was really uncomfortable to be stared at by him, so Duan Mo said that he was hungry and wanted to drink porridge.
Jiang Muyang slapped his forehead: "Really, how could you forget this?"
It's already four o'clock in the afternoon. Those two haven't eaten at noon. How can they be hungry?
He quickly stood up, went to the door and turned back. He saw that there were still a lot of medicines in the two hanging bottles, and warned: "Don't move around. If you need anything, press the bell on the wall to call the nurse. I will be back right away."
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid." Duan Mo waved the hand without the needle to chase people away.
As soon as Jiang Muyang stepped away, she got out of bed, moved her bottle along the slide rail to the other side, pulled a stool and sat beside Lu Wuchuan's bed.
Everyone said he was fine, but looking at his arms wrapped in gauze, the bruises on his eyebrows and corners of his mouth, and the small cuts on his face, nothing looked like he was fine.
Especially the hand exposed from the edge of the gauze, the back of the hand was bruised and bruised, and it hurt just to look at it.
Duanmo pursed her lips, feeling that her eyes were sore and astringent. She raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes with the sleeves of her hospital gown. I don't know what happened today, but she shed more tears than in the past few years combined.