i was stunned for a moment and couldn't react. The company in front of him was Yates Investment Company, and the young president was extremely mysterious. Could it be that Jiang Wenzhuo was the legend...Chapter 3058
for more than ten minutes, the Rolls-Royce was almost taken apart.
and the dozens of excited police detectives turned pale.
soon, the lead inspector came back and whispered, "Zhang Shao, there is nothing!"
Zhang Murphy's face changed slightly and he shouted, "this is impossible!"
when his voice fell, Zhang Murphy rushed forward and grabbed Ye Hao's checkered calligraphy and painting directly.
after a while of pickling, Zhang Murphy shouted angrily at Ye Hao, "where is the chief coach wearing a knife"
"where is it"
"it has nothing to lose!"
this thing is so important that it has other functions besides being used for planting and framing.
if you really can't find it, you can't lose it by chopping his head off. M.
"I told you, what chief coach wears a knife, I don't know, and I'm not interested."
"as for your saying that I hid things in calligraphy and painting, you are kidding me, huh"
Ye Hao looks indifferent.
"I just went to the antique shop to buy this calligraphy and painting when I went out in the morning. Is it possible that the antique shop will come with such a good thing"
"well, now you're about to tear down my car, and you haven't found what you're looking for."
"is it time for you, Zhang Murphy, to give me an explanation"
and the wind looked strange, and then he remembered the ashes that Ye Hao had just opened the window, and there was a look of amazement on his face.
an almost impossible idea came to his mind.
"Ye son of a bitch!"
"you stole my chief coach's knife!"
"you want me to give you an account now"
Zhang Murphy roared with a pale face.
"hurry up and give me your stuff!"
"otherwise, I will never let you go!"
this thing was still in his hand in the morning, but he took it out in order to tie in with Ye Jiutian's plan.
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and just now Ye Shaokun was sure that something had been put in the square painting, so how could he not find it at the moment.
after suffering for so long, Zhang Murphy finally got an opportunity, a chance to get revenge on Ye Hao.
he can't accept that he came back without success, and he can't accept that he ended up like this.
the most important thing is that if the chief coach loses his knife, he can't afford to cut his head off.
"Ye, give me back my knife quickly!"
by this time, Zhang Murphy was out of control. He snatched a firearm from one of the detectives, pointed it directly to Ye Hao's forehead and shouted, "give it back to me!"
"otherwise, I'll shoot you!"
"click--"
Ye Hao stretched out his right hand and broke off casually without waiting for others to react.
with his movements, all of a sudden, Zhang Murphy's arm was directly broken.
"Ah -"
the mournful scream came out, and Zhang Murphy twitched with pain and immediately began to roll on the ground.
A group of people watched the scene dumbfounded, and no one would have thought that Ye Hao dared to do it directly and scrapped Zhang Murphy's arm in public.
A group of guards from the gambling gate of Hong Kong looked hesitant at the scene and tried to intervene but was dismissed by a personal feud with the wind.
"Let's go."
Ye Hao ignored the eyes of the crowd and asked the driver to put away the gifts, then turned and walked to the gate of Yefu Manor.
several detectives who hesitated to get in the way were kicked away by Ye Hao, and for a moment Ye Hao was in the limelight.
in just one hour, two big things happened.
whether it is hitting Ye Shaokun in the face or breaking Murphy's hand, it can be regarded as arrogant and domineering, and it can also be said to give no face to Hong Kong gambling at all.
since ancient times, no one in the two cities of Hong Kong has dared to do so.ghed."I won't talk nonsense with you either. Let's do it together and get rid of him!"Wang Cook sneered and immediately saw several goons rushing up with a sneer."bang!"as a result, Ye Hao stuck his r...