Manager Ye was covered in cold sweat and his face was extremely pale.

"I offended you sir, please forgive me!"

"I'm going to fuck off right now!"

Director Ye originally thought that Ye Wenzheng, who seemed to be gentle and gentle on weekdays, must have no real strength.

But at this moment when Ye Wenzheng really broke out, Director Ye clearly realized the gap between himself and Ye Wenzheng.

That was a gap that he could not overcome even in his entire life!

"The slave bullies the master, and the subordinate offends the superior."

"We gamble in Yemen in Hong Kong, we don't need such people."

After the words fell, Ye Wenzheng snorted coldly, and then took a step forward.

Gravel flew out of the ground.

"Puff puff--"

More than a dozen green-shirted stewards with firearms all collapsed to the ground in an instant!

A chill rushed directly from the soles of Mr. Ye's feet to Tianling Gai. He had seen murderers, but he had never seen such an understatement.

Too casual, too indifferent.

It was as if he just casually trampled to death a few ants on the side of the road.

"Do you know why I won't kill you?"

Ye Wenzheng looked at Director Ye indifferently.

"Because I want you to bring back a word to the old lady."

"Ye Hao is my honored guest."

"I didn't let him go, and no one is qualified to let him leave the country within a time limit."

"This sect master will not die for a day, Ye Jiutian is only the young master after all."

"A servant, who should kneel in front of, is it clear?"

Manager Ye's eyes twitched, and he said in a low voice, "I understand, I understand!"

Ye Wenzheng said lightly: "Tiandao is an undercover agent for the island country, and the evidence is solid."

"Ye Hao has worked so hard to be a distinguished guest from Yemen in Hong Kong. From now on, seeing him is like seeing me."

"Break off both hands, take the words back, and get out."

Mr. Ye's hair stood on end when he heard it, but he didn't dare to refuse or resist at all, so he could only grit his teeth and break his arms on the ground.

Then dragging his broken arms, Mr. Ye rolled and crawled out of the golf course with endless regret and resentment.

After doing all this, Ye Wenzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Tiandao's corpse: "It seems that Tianfeng Shishilang can speak."

On the afternoon of the day when the Sky Knife was solved. JrNovels.com