Outside the clinic, a slightly nervous thug stood in front of Gao Dan, who couldn't understand why the man had called him out.
What kind of discussion is this?
Take those two men from before, for example, neither of them were ordinary, were they?
The one in front of me is even more imposing. Aren't the other two men obediently listening to him? Don't think you can't hear what's going on outside just because you're treating your wounds inside the curtain.
Just settle accounts, is it really necessary to make it so elegant?
Don't they all mean the same thing?
Gao Dan remained silent, actually observing the man's every move, and fully receiving all the meanings revealed in the thug's eyes.
"Don't overthink it. I'm not here to do anything to you."
Since the foolish son wasn't really bullied, he naturally wouldn't care. As for whether he was tricked or something, that was a matter of their skill levels, and he certainly wouldn't intervene.
After hearing this, the thug secretly breathed a sigh of relief:
"Is something the matter?"
But what information could he possibly know that would be useful to the man in front of him? Clearly, even the scoundrel himself didn't know.
Gao Dan slightly lowered his eyes and slowly spoke in a cold voice:
"Zhong Yanrong, male, born on June 26, 1973, father Zhong Yibie, mother Rong Ying, both died in a car accident in early 1980, the perpetrator fled the scene."
Her son, Zhong Yanrong, dropped out of school and returned home a month later. In the nine years that followed, three people came to ask you to take him away, but you refused each time. I want to know, what were your reasons for refusing?
As Gao Dan spoke, the thug's expression changed repeatedly, until finally, not a trace of his previous roguishness remained on his face.
"How did you know?" he asked.
Gao Dan's lips curled slightly:
"Answer my question first."
Clearly, the thug was hesitant. Over the years, almost no one knew that someone had come to see him, but this man, who had only been here for a short while, knew so much about it.
Who exactly is this man?
Does anyone else know about this?
Gao Dan was not in a hurry to deal with the thug's hesitation and waited calmly.
Anyway, the final result will definitely be as expected, so there's no need to rush.
As for how I found out, it was from a recent outing. I learned about the little hooligan's life over the years, including the years when his parents were still alive. The more private information, of course, came from my fourth uncle, but since I didn't know the little hooligan before, I just listened to it as gossip.
Now, it fits perfectly.
The relationship between the hooligan's family and his fourth uncle is definitely not close. Over the years, if it weren't for his fourth uncle's help and support, how could the hooligan have grown up in the village so peacefully and carefree?
The young hooligan was unaware of all this; it was all related to his parents' involvement. His fourth uncle had never said anything to him.
The relationship between Fourth Uncle and Gao Dan was not shallow either; on several occasions, Fourth Uncle saved Gao Dan's life.
The intricate relationships are too complex to explain in a short time.
The thug considered for a moment, seemingly having made up his mind, and said in a deep voice:
“My parents risked their lives to get me out of that house, so of course I won’t go back! If I go back, what does that mean? What did my parents’ deaths matter?”
This answer is indeed correct and reasonable.
Gao Dan squinted, his eyes fixed on the thug's deep pupils:
"That's only one thing, isn't there a second one?"
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