Song Yuanchao put his hands behind his back and said seriously, "Miss Ahan, I'm just an employee, it's only right that I call you Miss."
Nie Han didn't have time to argue with Song Yuanchao about this. She put down the food box and said, "Xi Niang, something terrible happened in Kowloon last night."
There was a newspaper on the breakfast table, the Mirror Daily, which Chen Rou was reading. Nie Han then took out a copy of Ming Pao and pointed at it, saying, "Little sister, look quickly, the leader of Tianyitang has been cut off, and his henchmen are threatening to massacre the city."
Song Yuanchao said, "It was reported in the news last night; the scene was quite bloody."
Chen Rou asked, "What about other media outlets? Has Next Magazine issued any additional issues? Are there more photos?"
Next Magazine boasts the fastest, most ruthless, and most cunning paparazzi in Hong Kong. When photographing female celebrities, their cameras practically reach under their skirts; when filming crime scenes, they always capture the most crucial evidence.
Nie Han lifted the top and said, "This is a bit bloody, I'm afraid it will affect your appetite."
Back then, Hong Kong didn't have a media rating system, and print media photos were incredibly explicit, with some being extremely graphic.
Indeed, the photos of Xiang Tiange published there were enough to make Chen Rou lose her appetite.
But she didn't get out of the car at the time, and she couldn't help but wonder if, although Nie Zhao had called the police, the police might deliberately destroy the evidence after receiving instructions from Yu Zhengrong.
She and Song Yuanchao risked their lives to shoot down two Dodges in order to preserve the scene.
This is Hong Kong, not the mainland. It's impossible for the two of them to handle things perfectly on their own, but she still hopes that last night's events can have the best possible outcome.
She hadn't looked inside the car and was only now flipping through the newspaper to find out what was going on.
Song Yuanchao understood her thoughts quite well. He tapped a photo on the newspaper lightly with his finger and said softly, "Identity!"
In the huge photo, Xiang Tiange's bloody head was blurred with a mosaic, but his white, tofu-like flesh was clearly visible. Right under his buttocks was a plastic cube with the word "Police Officer" on it.
So that must be a police officer's ID.
That also means the media arrived faster than the police, and they filmed everything that was on site.
Therefore, the police would first investigate the murderer of Xiang Tiange internally, rather than externally.
This situation is indeed quite good, even better than Chen Rou could have imagined.
Liang Lisheng deserves much credit for achieving such a positive outcome.
Before working with him, Chen Rou had no idea that a 60-year-old fat man would have such strong adaptability and courage. He was bold yet meticulous, and she couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
Nie Han had no idea what Chen Rou and Song Yuanchao had done last night. Bao knew that her uncle was not feeling well and that her aunt had come to the hospital with him, but she was quite happy. She said, "Brother Song, do you remember? Tiger said on the boat that all the big shots in Hong Kong's underworld were good brothers with Ghost Head Chang. If one of them dies, Ghost Head Chang will lose one brother."
That's right. Xiang Tiange's death means that the Philippine pirates have lost one of their allies.
But next up is Gui Tou Chang's true brother, Gui Tou Rong, who is also on the death list.
Chen Rou stuffed a croissant into her mouth, took a big gulp of milk, swallowed the croissant, then stuffed a lava bun into her mouth, slipped on her slippers, and said, "You guys eat slowly, I'm going to check on... my husband."
Nie Han smiled and said, "Okay."
He then pulled Song Yuanchao: "Brother Song, sit down. I ordered breakfast from Fulinmen. It's all the flavors from the mainland. Several celebrities from the mainland in the entertainment industry love to eat there. Come and try it."
Song Yuanchao stiffened his neck and stood firm, but it was unknown how long he could hold on.
Chen Rou saw this and then went out.
It was 7:30 in the morning. Director Liu was not there. There were only two nurses in the nurses' room, two young men, preparing medication. Chen Rou glanced at the prescription and roughly understood Nie Zhao's condition.
Glancing again at the dirty sheets and clothes in the corner, she knew that Song Yuanchao was not exaggerating. The clothes and sheets were covered with yellow-green stains, which must have been Nie Zhao's vomit.
The pain stretched from her neck to her shoulders, then to her buttocks, a continuous ache that made her walk extremely slowly.
Presumably Nie Zhao was still asleep, she didn't knock and simply pushed open the ward door.
However, Nie Zhao was not actually asleep; he was leaning against the hospital bed.
Wade sat on the edge of the bed.
There's a food cart in the room, so it seems Nie Zhao has woken up and is getting ready for breakfast.
This guy is definitely a workaholic. I wonder if he's ready to go to work the moment he opens his eyes. Of course, Chen Rou had to persuade him to stop.
He has to work hard to make money and fight back against the enemy. If he can't keep his mind focused, and he falls ill or dies, it will affect the country's subsequent anti-banditry plan in the Philippines. Chen Rou will be a sinner against the organization and the country.
Seeing her come in, Nie Zhao sat up straight abruptly: "Wade, quickly go help my wife."
By the time Wade got up, Chen Rou was already at the bedside and sat on the edge of the bed.
She asked first, "Are you sure you want to go to work now?"
Before Nie Zhao could speak, Wade said, "The boss could actually take a day off today."
The workaholic was sensible enough; although he concealed his head complications, he said, "I'm taking a break today."
He took Chen Rou's hand again, sighed, and asked, "You must have been in a lot of pain last night. Did the massage help?"
Chen Rou asked knowingly, "You know I'm in a lot of pain, yet you don't come to see me. Why do you expect me to come see you?"
She shook his hand, deliberately lowering her voice, and said, "It seems you don't care much about your wife."
Wade was sitting in a swivel chair, and just as Chen Rou was asking him a question, he smoothly turned around and picked up the official document to read it.
Just a few days ago, Nie Zhao clearly sensed his wife's unhappiness and was thinking about how to cheer her up. But this morning, she suddenly became unusually affectionate. As his wife shook his hand, his sallow face turned deathly pale. After struggling for a long time, he finally managed to utter three words: "I'm sorry!"
He was too embarrassed to say that he had been vomiting for half the night and that his head was about to explode from the pain, so he could only apologize.
"It's okay, I don't mind." Chen Rou was just joking and immediately let go of her husband's hand.
Since he needed to rest for a day, she and Song Yuanchao could also have a good rest and relax their nerves in preparation for the next match. Chen Rou was going to go back and get a good night's sleep. The hospital bed here was very comfortable. She planned to be a lazybones for half a day and sleep in. In the afternoon, she would get up and do some massage and stretching to promote muscle recovery.
So even though Mr. Nie's eyes showed remorse and reluctance, not wanting his wife to leave, Chen Rou still resolutely stood up and was about to leave.
However, if things were to proceed without any unexpected events, then something unexpected would happen.
She had just gotten up when Nie Zhao's mobile phone suddenly rang, the classic ringtone ringing one after another.
His mobile phone stood upright on the bedside table; it was the latest model with a Chinese character display, showing the name: Yu Sir.
Surprisingly, Sir Yu Zhengrong personally called Nie Zhao after only one night.
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