On the top floor of Huo City, Huo Licheng was sitting on a leather chair. He was as dignified as an ancient emperor. There was no warmth on his handsome face. The corners of his eyes and brows were full of alienation and domineering, which invisibly distanced him from everyone.
There is no longer any warmth and tenderness that he had when facing Cheng Cheng.
The door of the office opened, and several people came in tremblingly. The door slammed shut again, as if it was the horn of death.
Everyone else could barely stand, and the man formerly known as "Mr. Li" knelt on the ground with a bang.
"Master Huo, Master Huo, please forgive me, I really don't know that is your girlfriend, I really don't know."
Mr. Li, oh no, it seems more appropriate to call him Fatty Li now. He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. No one said anything, but his begging for mercy could be heard in the office. Fatty Li quietly raised his head and glanced at Huo Licheng, then pointed at the only person inside. The woman said: "It was her, they were the ones who harmed me. Mr. Huo, I really don't know. Spare my life, spare my life."
"Which hand did you touch her with?"
After Fatty Li begged for mercy, Huo Licheng finally spoke calmly, his tone so cold that it froze all the air inside.
Fatty Li, who was kneeling on the ground, dared to speak again.
Huo Licheng was playing with two Swiss Army knives in his hands. They were not big, but they shone coldly under the light, making people shudder.
"What? You didn't tell me? Or did you forget?"
"No... I... I, I..."
Huo Licheng stood up, walked slowly to Fatty Li, and squatted down. The coldness in his eyes was more terrifying than the cold light on the blade.
"Since you can't remember it, I'll help you recall it."
"Master Huo, I... ah..."
The sound of killing a pig sounded again, scratching everyone's eardrums.
"How's it going? Have you remembered?"
"ah… "
As soon as Huo Licheng finished speaking, there was another killing pig cry.
There was blood on the ground, and Fatty Li had a knife stuck in each of his wrists.
There was an aorta in his wrist, and Huo Licheng was very measured. He would only bleed, and it would never be fatal.
Fatty Li's face was filled with tears, snot, and saliva: "Huo... Mr. Huo, it's really them who hurt me, it's really them who hurt me."
Huo Licheng's three or two blows made the few people who could barely stand before collapse to the ground.
He clapped his hands and stood up. Nangong Yun, who was sitting on the sofa before, stood up with a smile on his face. He took out two documents from the coffee table, walked to Fatty Li and squatted down: "Hey, Mr. Li, come here, let me borrow yours." Use your fingers.”
Nangong Yun held Mr. Li's hand and pressed twice on the document: "OK, done."
Although Huo Licheng really wanted to eat this man alive, this is a legal society after all. It is not fatal and anything can be said. If human life is involved, it is still more troublesome.
Nangong Yun stood up with the document and dialed the phone: "Hello? Director Zhang, there is a person here who has stolen the secrets of Huocheng Company. Can you send someone over here?"
Sister Yang, who had collapsed on the ground next to her, looked pale. The more mature she was, the more afraid she was of causing trouble. Before, she could still calm down and use the best way to handle things, but now she couldn't do it at all.
That hotel no longer exists today, so the security guards there naturally didn't have a good life. As for the two people under Sister Yang, they no longer looked like men at all.