Ye Lang knew with his ass that Zhao Lang, this brat, had got into some wrong ideas again.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and the next moment he smiled evilly.
After listening to Zhao Lang's explanation, Ye Lang directly instructed:
"Xiao Lang, you can carry him on your back or in your arms, just bring him home to me."
"What! Boss, this is bad!?"
Zhao Lang's face turned green instantly when he saw the nearly naked Wang Tianlai.
He is a real man, and he doesn't have the boss's special fetish, which makes him want to chop off his hands wherever he touches them.
"Boss, I'll call someone for you. There's no need for me to come in person."
Ye Lang sneered and just stared at him unkindly.
Zhao Lang immediately understood how he had offended the boss.
This shouldn't be the case. I've made every possible arrangement, almost treating the boss like a god.
Zhao Lang really couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dare to disobey Ye Lang, so he had to move forward reluctantly and approach the lump.
He stretched out his hand, his expression hesitant, caught in a dilemma.
Just hold it, it's really an eyesore.
If I carry it on my back, I'm afraid of being pushed up, which is even more unacceptable.
But the boss only gives me these two options. What should I do?
Zhao Lang looked at Ye Lang helplessly, his expression more bitter than if he had eaten coptis root. His pitiful appearance made Ye Lang burst into laughter and turned away.
Zhao Lang saw Ye Lang's smile and felt relieved, knowing that the boss had calmed down.
He grabbed the tie around Wang Tianlai's neck and quickly followed behind him, dragging Wang Tianlai, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
After reaching the 37th floor, Ye Lang kicked Zhao Lang hard on the butt and cursed:
"I'm a real man. If you dare to make up stories about me again, I'll make you do a striptease."
Zhao Lang nodded and smiled apologetically, and responded hurriedly:
"I don't dare anymore, Boss! If you're busy, I'll leave right away, hehe."
Ye Lang watched Zhao Lang leave, then looked at the unconscious Wang Tianlai with a chill.
It couldn't have been kicked to death, right? It was dragged all the way, and its little bird must have been rubbed and bleeding, but it didn't even wake up.
Ye Lang found a blanket and casually covered him with it.
Then he did the same thing as he did to Chen Qing, holding his head and slapping him with his right hand.
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and Wang Tianlai's eyelids trembled slightly and slowly opened.
The next moment,
"ah!!!"
A shrill scream echoed in the empty room. Wang Tianlai sat up instantly, pressing his hands on his crotch, his face full of pain and horror.
Ye Lang watched coldly, a sneer on his face:
"Tell me, how are you going to deal with me?"
Wang Tianlai looked at Ye Lang in horror, his lips trembling and his words incoherent:
"Boss, I didn't..."
"Puff~"
"ah!!!"
Wang Tianlai covered his severed left hand with his eyes wide open, blood oozing out from between his fingers, staining the blanket red.
He kept moving back, his eyes unfocused, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and he pleaded intermittently:
"Please... please, boss, let me go..."
Ye Lang snorted coldly, his eyes as cold as ice:
"How are you planning to deal with me? Who are the people involved?
You have one more chance.
Next time, it will be your head that gets chopped off."
Wang Tianlai's lips trembled, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, and he choked with sobs:
"I...we didn't have time to make a plan, we just discussed it...Boss, I was really wrong, please forgive me...
Ah, I said, don’t cut it.
There are also Chen Biao, Xu Shijie, Tang Fangju... seven of them."
Ye Lang put away his glasses, took a sip of Coke, and said in a cold tone,
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