After several seconds, Ye Lan could be heard taking a deep breath, and then he said seriously, "Be careful about the situation. At least give him a breath, and don't kill him. We live in a society ruled by law. If you arrest him right under someone's nose, the old man won't allow you to go too far."
"I know."
Bo Jingxing also heard what Ye Lan said. Seeing that Ye Wangchuan agreed to Ye Lan, he heaved a sigh of relief and was not as nervous as before.
Then, he heard Ye Lan say on the phone: "Did you call an ambulance?"
Ye Wangchuan: “Hmm?”
Ye Lan said unhappily, "I just asked you to give him a break. You don't have to be too relaxed. As long as you call an ambulance for him in advance, he shouldn't die."
A smile appeared in Ye Wangchuan's eyes, and he raised his thin lips: "Don't worry, he won't die."
"That's fine." Ye Lan gave him a few more instructions, and then said, as if she had something else to do, "Okay, I'm going to call the old man back. I'll hang up first."
Ye Wangchuan waited for her to hang up before slowly putting away his phone. He met Bo Jingxing's complicated gaze and paused on his face for a moment. Ting Zhi Youlan: "Why are you looking at me?"
Bo Jingxing raised his hand and patted his face, looking defeated, and shrugged: "Nothing, I just didn't expect Aunt Lan to say that."
But since Ye Lan had spoken, Bo Jingxing had nothing to worry about. He turned sideways and pouted through the crack in the door of the box: "What are you going to do with the people inside? Are you going to beat them half to death?"
When Mr. Ye was young, he was a typical bandit. Only when he got older did he control his temper a little, cultivate his body and mind, and start raising thrush birds.
The Ye family's style of doing things in Beijing is consistent with his grandfather's temperament. He used to be extremely domineering and dared to do anything. There was no one he dared not offend.
Now he has become indifferent, seldom participates in the affairs of the circle, and does not move around in the circle. He is extremely low-key and amiable.
But if the Ye family becomes more powerful, the CEO of Langyi Technology might die in the club today, and his death would be in vain.
Bo Jingxing is in charge of the Ninth Institute, so of course he doesn't want things to get too serious.
"How about I call an ambulance for him first?" He took out his cell phone and prepared to make a call.
Ye Wangchuan pushed the door open and walked in. When he passed by him, he said casually, "I just want his hand. You can take him to the hospital later."
Bo Jingxing: “…” Only
Just one hand
Look, is this what a human being would say
This Mudi is not just a businessman, the forces behind him are complicated. He just asked for someone's hand so easily and even "invited" the person to come over on the street.
Bo Jingxing touched his nose bridge and was speechless, but he had no intention of stopping Ye Wangchuan and followed the man into the box.
…
By now, Moody had been beaten so badly that he looked pale, with many wounds of varying sizes on his body. The corner of his mouth was broken, and his face was covered with bruises. He didn't look like an overseas elite at all.
He was stepped on by a bodyguard and couldn't get up for a long time.
It was not until he saw Ye Wangchuan Yiqin brushing past him that veins popped out on the back of his hand, and he gritted his teeth again and tried to support himself with his hands to stand up.
"Puff—" The bodyguard in front of him was quick-witted and kicked him in the heart. Moody spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground again. This time, he was breathing out more than breathing in.
The assistant beside Mu Di was horrified and rushed over: "Mr. Mu!"
He was blocked by two people and was not allowed to approach. (End of this chapter)