Faced with this unabashed question, Zhou Rui struggled to open his throat, then turned his gaze to the secretary beside him. He happened to notice the secretary looking at him. Then he roared angrily, "Look! Don't rush to bring that bastard to me, call me over!"

The secretary jumped up, quickly nodded, and rushed towards the office door. It was evident that the scene was under immense pressure from him.

Zhou Rui's eyes turned once more and saw the successful Xiao Ma rolling on the ground. He was even angrier, cursing, "You're here! You! Wow! Not rude enough! Don't rush!"

The voice didn't stop. His face was already covered in a flattering smile. He said to Xu Haishan, "Brother Xu, I'm begging you, I've sent someone to bring that bastard here. Once he arrives, can we talk about something?"

He looked down at Ye Fengsheng with a glance, saying that he added too much, and was not afraid. He respectfully said, "This young brother, rest assured, I will give you a satisfactory account today."

Zhou Rui knew he had to make a choice today. At least in the current situation, he had no more right to resist. I am a fish, to the knife. Even if he could avoid today's trouble, he would surely get an eye from such a powerful person, and the future would definitely not be better!

Zhou Rui wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat down with a palpitating heart, politely saying, "It's a misunderstanding, don't worry, Zhou Rui will still handle it well!"

Neither Xu Haishan nor Ye Feng cared about him; they disdained to have much communication with him. Ye Fengsheng sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for Zhou Zheming, whom he had never met, to come and ask for help.

After eating a hard meal, Zhou Rui did not give up his heart and continued, "Brother Xu, I heard there is interest in starting work on the house in the west of the city, why don't we..."

Xu Haishan abruptly interrupted him, "I came here today for personal business, not for business."

His face turned green then white, but Zhou Rui did not realize that Xu Haishan would not let his face go like this. His voice and eyes were full of flames, but when he saw Ye Fengsheng sitting there, he immediately swallowed.

Impossible! You can't beat others! Zhou Rui, a mixed-race black man, understands big fists better than anyone else. If not, he wouldn't spend so much money raising so many Xiaomas!

After a while, clouds floated by outside the window several times, and there was already a slight footstep in Ye Feng's eardrums. He glanced askew at the closed office door.

The footsteps, especially the unique flavor of high heels under the feet of a charming secretary, had already stepped up Zhou's spiritual realm and were generally crisp.

Every day, with each step, he was very nervous. At the same time, he kept looking at Ye Fengsheng and Xu Haishan, trying to anticipate his son's fate from their woods.

"Dad."

His legs and stomach were weak. Zhou Zheming finally pushed open the door and walked in. It was clear that he had learned about the environment from a secretary before. Now he was pale, trembling all over, and he dared not see the Tea Feng sitting there.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly stood up from the table. Zhou Rui quickly walked towards Zhou Zheming. He raised his hand like a clear palm on a bright surface and mercilessly pressed it down. He didn't hate him much. He bent over and tied his son's upper body. He coldly said, "I ask you, why did you ask someone to cut off Brother Ye's hand?"

Blood splattered on his mouth corners. Zhou Zheming was confused. He blankly looked up at his father, who usually took care of him everywhere. He replied in a low voice, "He, I had some conflicts with him at school."

Then he seemed to react. He stretched out his wise hand in a week, pointing at Ye Fengsheng loudly, "It was him who hit me!"

Meanwhile, his eyes widened, glaring at Ye Feng's voice, "Dare you say you didn't hit."

Too fast.

From Ye Fengsheng's hand to his arm, and then from Three Society's retreat, Zhou Zheming's loud shout and howl, this series of actions happened in a matter of seconds.

Stopping the bleeding from the fallen arm, dyeing the ground black and red, Zhou Zheming felt his left arm lost sensation. Next came the pain simultaneously caused by nerves and muscle tissue.

During the intermissions, the blood still flowed in shades of red and black, quickly covering Zhou Zheming, obsessed with venting.

"I'll kill you! You bastard! I'll kill you!"

Due to panic loss of blood, Zhou Zheming's face was pale, but after a short hysteria, he was already holding the wound, crying madly at Ye Feng's voice.

In the deafening cries, Zhou Rui also responded. He looked at his son's broken arm on the ground. His face was gloomy. He had no intention. He would now act out such a drama. His son broke an arm for these strange things.

But now, his own people have no means against Xu Haishan and Ye Fengsheng. He gives him more hatred.

"Brother, you went too far!"

He calmly looked at Ye Fengsheng, and the children in his eyes were wiped out. He endured swallowing, muttering, and even proactively called his son to solve the problem. In the end, he turned his only son into a disabled person.

At this time, a middle-aged man of a mixed-race family's blood returned to his original state, unable to accept it.

"Alright?"

He didn't look at Ye Fengsheng's voice but asked for an arm. Of course, I should have asked for an arm. But why didn't I succeed? He didn't succeed.

Yes.

It's the same. This is just a success and a failure. But the result is goodbye!

"I thought you were here to ask for a statement," Zhou Rui said in a low voice. I didn't expect you not to think so from the start! You wanted my son to lose ability from the beginning!"

Bothering to communicate much, Ye Fengsheng just gently looked at him.

From the start, Xu Bo was himself, speaking and acting the same way. He accepted no bargains, let alone concessions.

If Zhou Zheming wanted his own hand, he must have his own hand, which is natural and necessary.

Zhou Rui could only remain silent. He held his son, facing Xu Haishan, saying in front of Ye Fengsheng, "Are you satisfied with this account? They all said you wanted me to help!"

Xu Haishan finally stood up. He wasn't afraid of the childishness in front of him. Giving Ye Feng a glance, he opened his mouth to warn, "If you don't believe, you should have come back yesterday."

Having said this, he just turned around and went out with Ye Feng's voice.

Passing by the office's pale-faced secretary at the door, for some reason, Tea Phoenix's voice said that it read some joy of revenge in her eyes.

Very strange, but he didn't want to think so much. Instead, he went straight to the office for a week.

"Quick! Quick! Call and send Zhe Min to the hospital!

In the office, Zhou Rui held the ground because of too much blood loss, and rushed to his nearly unconscious son's side, living on the broken arm on the ground, shouting loudly.

"Yes, boss."

Just then, the secretary hurried in from outside the door, dialed the phone on the table, and didn't like that it broke the phone line...

On the way back, Xu Haishan's face was so tense it was half dead, without helping Ye Feng blame the stimulation of justice, but rather with a touch of seriousness and heaviness.

"Fengsheng, are you still angry?"

Suddenly, the voice of Ye Feng gave a start. After a very precise moment, he broke into a sweat!