Six years of family affection has been wasted. Don't regret it if you dare.

The old man was very angry, but he was still very young.

Brother Biao stared at Ye Mo with his hawk-like eyes, "Boy, do you really know Master Ba?"

No one in Shangjing didn't know who Master Ba was. Master Ba, Long Bazhi, was the adopted son of Mr. Long, and was given the family name. This shows how much Mr. Long loved him. Anyone who knew the truth would know why he did this.

Thirty years ago, Mr. Long was kidnapped to northern Myanmar. At that time, Long Bazhi was only in his thirties. He single-handedly rescued Mr. Long from the dead, and had two fingers chopped off. Since then, Shangjing City has had Master Long Bazhi.

"What do you think?" Ye Mo's face remained calm, so that Brother Biao could not see any flaws.

"Okay, kid, I'll give you a chance. Call the Eighth Master. As long as the Eighth Master knows, this matter will be over." Then Brother Biao looked straight at Ye Mo, and said contemptuously: "Do you dare, kid?"

It's not that Dong Biao didn't give the Eighth Master face. Although Ye Mo just said the Eighth Master's private number, and there are not many people in Shangjing City who know this number, but not many people do not mean that they can't find out. This is like everyone in Jiangnan Province knows who the governor is, but does the governor know who you are?

Those who can reach Dong Biao's level are not just fighting and killing, but also very important.

"What's there to be afraid of, but Brother Biao, I made a call, and don't blame me if the Eighth Master is unhappy." Dong Biao was very happy when he heard Ye Mo say this. Sure enough, it was right as he guessed. This kid probably didn't know the Eighth Master, so he started to make excuses.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll count to three. If you don't call me, I'll chop you down." Brother Biao tightened the machete in his hand, as if he was going to chop it down the next moment.

Leng Feng was about to take action.

"It's okay, Brother Feng. It's just a phone call. I'll call it now." Then Ye Mo turned his head and glanced at Dong Biao.

"Why bother? I wanted to keep things quiet, but you had to force me. People just can't see the facts clearly." Ye Mo took out his mobile phone helplessly.

"Pretend, you fucking pretend."

Before Dong Biao finished speaking, Ye Mo pressed the number keys. After a few waiting tones, a polite voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Hello, who are you?"

When he heard that Long Bazhi didn't even know Ye Mo's phone number, he immediately understood that this guy was trying to trick him. When Brother Biao thought of this, he was about to get angry, but when he thought that it was Long Bazhi on the other end of the phone, he suppressed his anger and waited for Long Bazhi to hang up the phone before he immediately killed Ye Mo to relieve his anger.

"Chuzhou, Lin Wanqing." Ye Mo didn't say who he was, but reported a place name and a person's name, but Long Bazhi on the other end of the phone immediately exclaimed, "Who are you?"

"Don't worry, Brother Bazhi, there is a guy named Brother Biao here, please help me deal with it, as long as I am happy, I will pretend I don't know about your business." Ye Mo hung up the phone without saying a word.

The room was quiet for a while. Leng Feng looked at Ye Mo in disbelief. According to the situation just now, Leng Feng probably didn't believe that Ye Mo knew Long Bazhi, but with Zhang Haishan's relationship, as long as he mentioned it, Long Bazhi would have to give some face. But he didn't expect that Ye Mo just mentioned a place and a person's name, and he grasped Long Bazhi's lifeline.

Ye Mo's behavior once again surprised Leng Feng. It can be said that he was unpredictable.

Even Dong Biao, who was sitting opposite Ye Mo, was dumbfounded. This kid really didn't know Ba Ye, but he was more powerful than knowing Ba Ye, because from the conversation between Ye Mo and Ba Ye, this kid had Ba Ye's handle, and it was a big handle. There was no need to think about his bad luck next.

Dong Biao cursed in his heart, damn, I didn't check the almanac before going out today, or something, and then looked at Manager Zhao who was frightened and collapsed on the ground, and was so angry that he wanted to kick this evil spirit to death.

At this moment, Dong Biao's phone rang. Who else could it be but Long Ba Ye?

Dong Biao shuddered, and his machete fell to the ground in fear. He quickly answered the phone, not even daring to breathe, and said humbly to the phone: "Good evening, Ba Ye?"

"Biaozi, did you hear the call just now? You can't touch that person. I won't say anything else." Then he hung up the phone without waiting for Dong Biao to answer. According to Ba Ye's rules, Dong Biao knew that Ba Ye was serious, which meant that the person in front of him

The kid can't afford to offend him. Thinking of this, a few drops of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

At the same time, in a room of Tingyunxuan in Wushan Villa, Long Baye, the king of the entire Shangjing underground world, was looking at the phone in his hand with a frown.

"Who is this person? How does he know about Wanqing?" Finally, a trace of viciousness appeared on his face, and then he dialed a number and said Ye Mo's phone number. I want to know all the information about this person tomorrow at noon.

Then Baye picked up a cigar, lit it casually, and murmured: "Kid, I don't care who you are, you'd better not provoke me."

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Dong Biao looked at Ye Mo, who was still calm, smiled awkwardly, and said: "That Ye Mo brother is all a misunderstanding. It was this old thing who asked me to do this." Then he kicked Manager Zhao who was still trembling.

"You bastard, you even schemed against my brother. I think you are tired of living."

"Brother Biao, how can you blame me? Isn't this all your own fault?" Manager Zhao kept yelling.

"Fuck, you old thing dare to throw dirty water on me, I'll kick you to death?" Brother Biao was furious. You old man can't even see the sharp sword. You are so old that you have lived like a dog.

Ye Mo didn't say anything, just watched Brother Biao's performance.

After a long time, Brother Biao was tired of fighting, and Zhao Deming was no longer a human being. Then Brother Biao looked at Ye Mo and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Ye Mo, you see, I have helped you vent your anger. What about this matter?"

Obviously, Brother Biao didn't dare to say that the matter was over, because the Eighth Master had told him that he couldn't afford to offend him. If Ye Mo was unhappy and called again, he would probably be fed to the fish in the river tomorrow morning.

"Okay, after all, we still have to give Brother Biao face, but those people especially pointed at Chen Sanpi?" The meaning is obvious. You handle this matter yourself, I don't care.

"These are all their own faults. How dare you blame Brother Ye Mo." Dong Biao glanced at Chen Sanpi, and his heart was also distressed. He knew that Chen Sanpi was definitely not dead, but he was only half alive. But what can he do? He can't afford to offend Master Ba.

"Okay, then it's okay." After saying that, Ye Mo waved his hand, and the meaning was very clear "send guests away".

It was not until this time that Dong Biao put down his hanging heart, and hurriedly called his men to drag Chen Sanpi and others, as well as Zhao Deming, who was like a dead dog, away.

The warehouse, which was still bustling just now, calmed down. Ye Mo looked at Leng Feng's face full of questions, but he didn't ask himself, and laughed.

"What's wrong, Brother Feng?"

Leng Feng looked at Ye Mo's playful face, which was no longer as calm and ruthless as before. If this kid were to act, he would definitely be awesome.

"Nothing?" Leng Feng had a lot of questions in his mind, but his intuition told him not to ask, and not to inquire.

"Aren't you curious about why I know Long Bazhi?" This time it was Ye Mo's turn to be puzzled.

"Didn't you say that curiosity kills the cat?"

Shangjing First People's Hospital;

"Hongyan, is mom asleep?" Zhang Zhenkun asked casually as he watched Li Hongyan walk out of the ward.

"Well, she's asleep. What did Doctor Zhenkun say?" It was obvious that Li Hongyan was very worried about the old lady's condition.

Zhang Zhenkun sighed first, then said to Li Hongyan: "The doctor said that fortunately the old lady was sent to the hospital in time this time, but the old lady is old after all. If she gets sick again next time, it may cause cerebral hemorrhage. And according to the old lady's physical condition, she can't do a craniotomy at all, so it is recommended to treat her in the hospital for a while."

"Then listen to the doctor. Anyway, there is nothing to do in the kindergarten during this period, so you can work without worry?"

"Hongyan, thank you for your hard work during this period." Due to work, Zhang Zhenkun, the son, has not spent half the time with the old lady as Li Hongyan has spent with the old lady, so Zhang Zhenkun feels very guilty about his wife. Since putting on this police uniform, Zhang Zhenkun has too many frustrations, but Zhang Zhenkun does not regret it. Defending the country is the true nature of a man.

In the Yuanhua warehouse;

"Will Ye Mo sell water tomorrow?" Leng Feng still asked about selling water.

"If you don't want to sell it, wait two days. Oh, by the way, a distinguished customer will come to buy water tomorrow. Remember, it's 100 yuan a bucket. Don't ask for a discount."

Listening to Ye Mo saying 100 yuan a bucket of water, Leng Feng's face twitched.

"Swindler, so damn shady."