Does anyone like her care about themselves? Even Boss Su Daxiong doesn't dare to speak loudly in front of Jing Ya.
What did you just do?
Call soone, then call a team of warriors, ready to stop Jing Chu's sister?
His eyes showed a strong desire to survive. Du Rong slapped himself. Then he looked imploringly at Zeng Jin, his mouth open in fear:
"What, what should I do now? You have a lot of ideas. Quick, save !"
"This..."
He wasn't dazzled by fear, nor was he bewildered; he hesitated for a mont, then nodded, "Let think, think."
As soon as the words fell, a ringtone ca from Du Rong's phone. He was a little surprised. When he saw the caller was Zhuo Zi, his face imdiately turned bitter.
"What, what should I do?"
There was a bit of fear in his words, and for a mont he didn't know whether to answer the phone or not.
Next, I'm afraid the people under this group have already made things impossible to handle; if not, I'm afraid they will directly bring people over, then there will be no chance to break off relations!
"Take it, take it."
Once in a restaurant, I looked around, the restaurant looked calm at the mont, thinking: "They shouldn't have succeeded yet. Now make good use of it, call them back. Otherwise, if sothing really happens, not to ntion us, even Young Master Su won't be able to escape!"
He thought very clearly, as long as things hadn't fully happened, there was still a chance to redy. If nothing like this had happened, and sothing did happen, then we should do our utmost to seek the other party's understanding. Otherwise, we're afraid we'll have to flee abroad, with no family to return to in the future.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the call was answered, Zhuo Zi heard a grinding noise from the air conditioner: "Boss, things went wrong..."
"Ah..."
After listening to this, both Zeng Jin and Du Rong relaxed simultaneously, exchanged glances, and saw the relief in each other's eyes.
Du Rong shouted into the phone: "Do nothing! Co on, you guys! The farther you go, the more you can avoid the spotlight, co back later!"
Zhuo Zi bitterly smiled as he looked at the young man playing with a wine glass in his hand, suppressing the wound on his thigh, and said helplessly: "Boss, we failed, the idea was too difficult, we were suppressed by him, can't move."
"What did you say?"
Du Rong was shocked.
After all, these bodyguards are paid to work. They dare not do illegal things. But Zhuo Zi is different. Although their personal qualities are not as good as those of bodyguards, they are very harsh to them.
These gangs may not have killed people, but the knives in their hands are more or less bloody! In such a situation, these people are actually cleared away by that sick seedling?
"Yes, boss, our dozen or so people were beaten by him in the crowd."
Despair suddenly erged in his heart. Even Zhuo Zi himself didn't understand why things that should have been conveyed developed in a direction completely opposite to the plot.
Those frightened eyes inadvertently generated a 001-second stare, Ye Fengsheng disapproved. Then, Zhuo Zi quickly withdrew his eyes, staring at the floor with his own blood. He said in panic: "Boss Du, this person says he wants to find you, otherwise we can't move."
"He? Who is he?"
Zeng Jin picked up the phone: "Is it a man or a grown-up saying?"
"Yes, it's a man."
Zhuo Zi said with difficulty, as his mouth turned pale from blood loss: "The woman is gone, only the man here, the boy you told us to clean up."
"What did you say?"
Zeng Jin's eyes showed joy: "Did you say Miss Jing left?"
"Yes, yes," Zhuo Zi answered, "she just left, now he's the only one left."
Then he added: "Boss Du, please hurry and save us. I've been injured by him, and my brothers are all unconscious. If you don't co soon, I'll bleed to death here!"
He was so anxious he didn't even hear the person he was talking to. It was no longer Du Rong. He just knew to open his mouth for help. He feared the only person who could save him would turn and leave.
Zeng Jin quickly hung up and threw the phone to Du Rong, tapped on the car door, and urged: "Quick, co with , Miss Jing is no longer here, only that person, without Miss Jing we should handle this imdiately."
Pulling open the car door, Du Rong rolled out of the car, slightly trembling, then ran towards the restaurant.
Although he didn't understand the aning of Zeng Jin's words, he only knew for sure that Zeng Jin wouldn't harm him. Furthermore, currently, he can only seize the one opportunity to handle this matter while Jing Ya is absent. Otherwise, when Jing Ya returns, it's not a simple sentence or compensation that can solve it.
Ye Fengsheng held his wine glass, drank the last sip of red wine, and comfortably let out a muddy breath, his once anxious mood becoming slightly cheerful.
He waved to Zhuo Zi, saying: "You can go now."
There was a strange feeling in his eyes, no one dared move for a while because they couldn't comprehend his predecessor's intention.
"Your boss is here, you can leave," Ye Fengsheng repeated, "Don't you understand?"
When they turned around, they saw two blurry figures appear in the darkness. Their faces looked well, their hearts relaxed as well, while also fearing Ye Fengsheng's ability, an unpredictable prophet.
People waiting at the door so closely didn't notice Boss Du's arrival, Boss Du paid no special attention outside, but knew better than waiting for soone when it arrived. This kind of thing really left them speechless.
"Quick, take to the hospital."
Zhuo Zicai, no matter how many people there were, as soon as he heard they could leave, told him to lift Zhuo Zicai up with a floral arm, ready to carry him on his shoulder and go.
"Wait a mont."
Ye Feng uttered, swaying montarily in the air, but the handle deeply embedded in the flesh and bone, the dog-leg knife unexpectedly unpredictably leaped out of Zhuo Zi's thigh, blood spurted and sprang into the table beside.
"Ah!"
With a loud noise, Zhuo Zi was directly shocked, without any unexpected pain.
Du Rong and Zeng Jin stood at the door, shocked by the loud noise. Before they could respond, they found Zhuo Zi constantly bleeding from his thigh being carried and quickly ran past them.
"Don't bother."
Ye Feng glanced at the two people at the door. They recognized each other weirdly, but didn't think much, instead said, "Co in and put the knife on the table. I think you can use it."
Du Rong was stunned on the spot, looking around. Finally, he found the dog-leg knife with a blood-stained handle on a nearby table, changing from previous shock to suspicion.
He stood at the door for a long ti, finally taking a step forward, reaching out with a bit of warmth from the blood, forcefully pulling the blade from the table.
He gripped the handle tightly, walked towards Ye Fengsheng, and carefully put the knife on the table. He looked at Ye Fengsheng's indifferent look. He brewed for a long ti to ensure his montum didn't drop, but didn't want to open his mouth, which revealed his inner unease.
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