Two days later.
Ye Wuhen came back from Jiang's house after dinner. He wanted to sit on the sofa and rest for a while, but he accidentally fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already late.
He glanced at the night view outside the window, stood up and prepared to go back to his room, but his cell phone rang at this time.
The call came from the driver who was following him.
He picked up the phone, and after the other party said something, he hung up the phone expressionlessly and entered WeChat.
After a while, the driver called again on WeChat video.
Ye Wuhen slowly picked up the video call. On the other end of the screen, a man who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old was kneeling on the ground.
The man's hands were tied, his face was covered with fresh bruises, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. He must have been severely beaten.
Ye Wuhen stared at the man in the picture, his voice low and cold: "So it's you, this piece of trash."
The man was the masked man who kidnapped Jiang Yueyang. He had just been captured by Ye Wuhen's men from an abandoned mental hospital.
As for the grudge between him and Ye Wuhen, that’s a long story.
One night three years ago, Ye Wuhen was walking on the street in a daze because Old Man Ye had passed away.
The man was a local thug who often robbed students. When he saw that the man was wearing branded clothes, he took him into the alley.
They took away his valuables and punched him twice because of their hatred towards the rich.
Seeing that he had no reaction after being beaten and still looked dead, the man felt bored and prepared to leave.
But just as they were about to leave, a girl accidentally broke into the alley.
Seeing that the girl was pretty, the man not only took her money but also molested her.
Just as the man was about to reach out to touch the girl's thigh under her skirt, Ye Wuhen kicked the man in the waist.
The man was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
The dim alley suddenly became quiet, and after a moment, the man and his accomplice finally reacted.
"You're looking for death, you little brat! Beat me to death!"
As the man's voice fell, his accomplices swung their fists and hit Ye Wuhen one after another.
The man also got up from the ground and rushed forward with his fists raised.
Although Ye Wuhen was being beaten by several people at the same time, he did not fall into a disadvantage.
I saw him dodging the attacks nimbly and punching back at the same time. Each punch was very powerful, as if he was venting some emotion.
After a while, the man and his accomplices all fell to the ground, curled up in pain.
The girl stood by trembling and witnessed the whole process.
Ye Wuhen shook his hands, bent down to find his cell phone from the man, and then called the police.
The police soon came and took them and the several people on the ground back to the police station.
Ye Wuhen was in a bad mood. He simply explained what had happened and then stopped talking.
But the man and his accomplices turned around and said that even though they begged for mercy, Ye Wuhen still beat them to death.
Ye Wuhen just snorted coldly and didn't make any excuses.
Finally, after extraordinary professional operations by the Ye Group’s legal team, the man was sentenced to three years in prison.
Thinking back to what the man said that day, Ye Wuhen probably knew why he hated him so much. It was probably because he was beaten and tortured inhumanely by other prisoners in prison.
He can take revenge, but he shouldn't go to Jiang Yueyang!
Ye Wuhen looked coldly at the man in the picture, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face, "Let me think about it, which hand did you use to touch her that day?"
The man looked terrified when he heard this.
Ye Wuhen's eyes wandered over his two hands, "Hmm... it seems to be the right hand."
As his voice fell, the man's right hand was immediately broken and a heart-wrenching scream rang out.
The man collapsed to the ground in pain, curled up with a pale face.
At this time, Ye Wuhen's voice sounded again, "No, I remembered it wrong, it was the left hand."
Then, the man's left hand was broken.
The man's screams rang out again, startling the bats in the nearby woods.
Ye Wuhen looked at the man lying motionless and dying on the ground, and his heart was calm.
He raised his hand in a cast and asked, "Did you catch the person who hurt my hand?"
"We got it." A male voice sounded in the dim room.
The next second, a yellow-haired boy in his early twenties was kicked into the picture and knelt next to the man.
The young boy had just witnessed the man's hands being broken. His heart was filled with fear and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
He raised his head and looked at Ye Wuhen on the screen in horror, begging for mercy continuously.
Ye Wuhen chuckled, "I like to give people a taste of their own medicine. You hurt my hand, so you have to compensate me with a hand in the same way."
As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow-haired man's palm was pressed to the ground, and then a big foot stepped on his palm, crushing it repeatedly with force.
The yellow-haired boy did not have the strong will of a man. He fainted after a scream.
Ye Wuhen sighed and turned to look at the man, "How many years do you want to spend in prison this time?"
The man said with his dying breath: "If you have the guts, kill me now! Otherwise, I will kill her next time."
As he spoke, the man laughed sinisterly, his eyes fixed on Ye Wuhen on the screen.
Hearing this, Ye Wuhen's expression became even gloomier, "Don't worry, you will live well. But I promise that you will never get out."
"Send them to the police station secretly and tell the lawyer that I want...life imprisonment."
"Yes, Master."
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Ye Wuhen subconsciously glanced at the door and then hung up the video call. The only person who would knock on the door at this time was Jiang Yueyang.
Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiang Yueyang standing outside with a plate of fruit.
"Grandma asked me to bring this to you." Jiang Yueyang smiled sweetly and handed the fruit to him.
Ye Wuhen looked at the girl in front of him with a beautiful smile, and the haze in his heart dissipated instantly. He moved aside to let her in.
Jiang Yueyang coughed embarrassedly, "I won't go in, grandma is still waiting for me to go back."
"Okay, thank grandma for me."
"Well, don't stay up late. You need to rest now."
"Yes, sir."
Hearing these two ambiguous words, Jiang Yueyang's cheeks suddenly turned red. She turned around shyly and walked back quickly.
Ye Wuhen smiled slightly, in a very good mood at the moment.
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