Jin Zhiyu's expression changed several times, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "Ye, I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"You are a person who is dying, no one will believe you if you talk nonsense!"

"Death is imminent? Talking nonsense?" Ye Hao sneered and shook his phone, "Do you think Wang Huaqing will kill you first or me first after hearing this recording?"

"Our Vice President Wang is a ruthless person. From the moment he decisively killed Kim Jong-jung yesterday, I understood how ruthless he is."

"I believe that a decisive person like him will not be polite even if he kills the person next to him."

"What's more, the person next to the pillow is not the real Jinzhiyu."

Jin Zhiyu trembled all over, waved his right hand, and was about to give orders.

Ye Hao said lightly: "I advise you not to call someone."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to control it for a while, and I will say everything I should and shouldn't say."

"I think, compared to you, those people should be more loyal to Wang Huaqing, right?"

Ye Hao had already noticed that there were at least dozens of professional gunmen lurking outside the ward and outside the window.

As long as Jin Zhiyu made a gesture, those people's sniper weapons would open fire directly.

However, Ye Hao didn't feel much, instead he talked freely.

"Jin Zhiyu, if I were you, I should let all those people disperse at this time, and then you and I have a heart-to-heart talk."

"For example, tell me why you did something to Lingyue's mother."

"For another example, tell me what your purpose is."

"You should know that as long as the matter does not involve Lingyue, even if you want to kill the Wang family, I will not stop you, and maybe I will provide you with some convenience."

"So, do you want to sit down and have a good talk with me, or do you want to wait for Wang Huaqing to interrogate you in person after you fail? You have to think about it carefully."

"And for this kind of thing, one thinks about heaven and one thinks about hell."

Facing Ye Hao's indifferent gaze, Jin Zhiyu's expression changed several times, and finally she sighed and waved her right hand feebly.

In Ye Hao's perception, those gunmen retreated instantly, and the sniper firearms that were aimed at him were also withdrawn.

Jin Zhiyu put on the faded pajamas, sat down opposite Ye Hao, and said with a complicated expression: "Young Master Ye, can you tell me who you are?"

Ye Hao said lightly: "Even if you know, does it make sense?"

Jin Zhiyu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed after a while: "That's right, it's really meaningless."

"Let me answer your first question first. The real Jinzhiyu died in my hands."

"But before I arrived at Wang's house, Lingyue's mother was already in a vegetable state."

"I don't know what happened, but I guess it was Wang Huaqing who attacked her personally."

"Wang Huaqing?" Ye Hao frowned, "Why did he do it?"

"Lingyue's mother is not only a master of ancient martial arts, but also his good wife. Why did he attack her personally?"�

Jin Zhiyu said with a sarcastic expression, "Young Master Ye, you've been so smart that you can't guess it?" JrNovels.com