Brother Jiu pulled out the electric baton, threw it into the arms of the thug, walked forward, grabbed Wu Meng's chin and lifted his head up.
Wu Meng's eyes were dull and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.
"Aren't you a good fighter? You're just bragging, are you trying to show me off? But you're also a boastful wimp, and I haven't had enough of you yet! Wake up, wake up, don't sleep."
Brother Nine was still not satisfied. He pinched Wu Meng's chin and slapped Wu Meng's face hard with his palm.
Wu Meng was a little confused, with his eyes half-open. He looked at his ninth brother in a daze, his eyes a little blurry.
"Who on earth asked you to deal with me? Even if I die, I want to die with my eyes closed!"
Wu Meng's entire body collapsed, as if his tendons and bones had been pulled out. He weakly squeezed out a few words from his dry lips. Yes! Even if he died, he wanted to die with a clear conscience. Who on earth had made him suffer such a terrible crime?
"Not dead yet? I thought you were dead!" Brother Jiu shook Wu Meng's head away and ignored him. He yawned and stretched his body. "It's getting late. Zhou Gong is anxious to meet me. I have to go back and get enough rest. I'll have fun with him tomorrow. You two have to keep an eye on him and don't just drink."
"Yes, Brother Jiu, don't worry, we will keep a close eye on him."
The two thugs nodded and bowed in response, watching Brother Jiu walk out of the basement.
They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Ninth Brother's figure disappear at the exit.
"Oh! He's finally gone. He's truly a living Bodhisattva. He's so hard to please."
"Isn't it? This Ninth Brother always takes advantage of the fact that he took the knife for Master Bao, and he always looks down on everyone, as if everyone owes him something and has to obey his orders. After all, we are also Master Bao's founding heroes. When we were fighting Master Bao, who knows where his Ninth Brother was begging for food!"
"He can flatter, can you? He became one of the Four Tigers in just a few years. Look at us, we are just one of Mr. Bao's personal bodyguards, doing errands."
After hearing what his companion said, the other person shook his head helplessly and said nothing more.
"Alright! Stop lamenting, let's go, let's drink and enjoy life today, and don't worry about Mr. Bao and Ninth Brother."
Seeing his companion's helpless and dejected look, the thug put his arm around his shoulder and dragged him towards the wine table, pretending to be relaxed and at ease.
Wu Meng tried to cheer himself up with his remaining consciousness.
"Hey! Two brothers, can you tell me who wants to harm me?"
Wu Meng was so sore all over that he had no strength left. It took him a lot of effort to squeeze out this simple sentence.
He didn't dare close his eyes, fearing that he would never open them again. At this critical moment, the only thing he wanted to know was who was behind this, who was torturing him so cruelly, and what kind of irreconcilable hatred they had for each other.
The two thugs were sitting on a long bench with their legs crossed. When they heard Wu Meng's voice, they both gave him sarcastic looks.
"Why is this guy so stubborn? It's the same question over and over again."
One of the thugs pointed at Wu Meng, who was half dead, with his hand holding the roast meat, and said to his companion with a fierce smile.
"If he hadn't elbowed me like that, he wouldn't be here. Young people, what are you? They always think they can conquer the world on their own, without knowing how high the sky is and how deep the earth is." The two henchmen looked quite kind, unlike the fierce and vicious Ninth Brother. After answering his companion, the henchman raised his voice and shouted in Wu Meng's direction, "If you want to know who hurt you, save your energy, save your life and wait for Master Bao to tell you."
A lackey is a lackey. They can only obey what the boss tells them to do. They have no right to ask why.
They also wanted to tell Wu Meng who wanted to harm him, but they really didn't know.
The henchman's words were like a tranquilizer. Wu Meng slowly closed his eyes after hearing them. He was so exhausted that he wanted to have a good sleep. It would be even better if he could lie down and sleep. Unfortunately, he couldn't help himself now, and even sleeping on the bed was a luxury.
Qing Ke did not feel much turmoil in her heart because of Wu Meng's confession. After she returned home, washed up, lay down on the warm bed, and soon fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Director Shang asked Qing Ke and Bai Meng to go to the destination together to attend an important business meeting.
Bai Meng repeatedly reminded Qing Ke to dress up nicely.
Qing Ke agreed reluctantly. She hated this kind of so-called business gathering the most. It was nothing more than eating and drinking, smiling in front of partners and bosses of various companies, and building some personal connections.
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