In the Second People's Hospital of Shenzhen City, on the corridor on the fourth floor, dozens of members of the Dong family were crowded with turbulent feelings, shouting for justice.

The ward on the fourth floor was full of more than 30 people who had just finished the operation, and Yao Ji's big fight made the inpatient department crowded.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the two elevators guarded by No. 7 or No. 8 opened, and a group of men and women in Chinese clothes emerged. Apart from the bright collars, they were still in the dust.

The head is a middle-aged man, with a national face, slender limbs, and a three-pointed vicious look. The staring eyes can definitely deter many people.

He led the people along the way, like a king who is so solemn.

Dozens of Dong's elite saw the middle-aged man appear, and immediately stopped the noisy discussion, and shouted respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Dong."

The middle-aged man nodded nonchalantly, saying hello to everyone, and then walked straight into a ward where there were six wounded.

"Hello Mr. Dong!"

Seeing the middle-aged man coming in, the wounded on the hospital bed struggled to sit up, with respect and instinctive fear on his face.

The middle-aged man waved his big hand to stop everyone from getting up: "Everyone has suffered, and you can heal your wounds with peace of mind. All medical expenses will be borne by the company."

"The company will double the compensation for your nursing expenses and lost work expenses. In addition, everyone who participated in the operation will receive a reward."

The six wounded were moved by the words: "Thank you Mr. Dong."

Obviously the middle-aged man is Dong Zadan.

Dong Zadan has a strong voice: "You guys take care of your injuries. Don't think about other things too much. I will bring the murderer to justice and give you an explanation."

"Later the police may come over and ask for confession, what should be said, what should not be said, everyone will say after a while."

He gently pushed his glasses: "It's really clumsy, you can ask Awen."

The six wounded replied in unison: "Understood."

After some condolences, Dong Zadan walked to the other wards and greeted the remaining wounded cordially. Although he was not in the system, he learned a lot about the model.

Although this will waste a little time, it is enough to stabilize the injured person's emotions and make the rest of his subordinates more determined, so he is willing to do so.

Both authority and gentleness are the methods that the superiors should have. Dong Zadan has been with the wine and laughter for so many years, and he has seen through the way of getting along with the superiors.

Half an hour later, Dong Zandan came out of the last ward. After instructing several caregivers, he walked to the rest room at the end.

He pushed the door in.

There were four or five people in the lounge, and Dong Geqiu was in it, and there was a middle-aged woman beside her, with her long hair curled up, but her richness contained sharpness.

Mrs. Dong.

"Dad!" "Old Dong!" "President Dong!"

Seeing Dong Zhadan coming in, Dong Geqiu and the others all stood up and greeted them with complex expressions: "You are back."

Dong Zadan didn't have the kind smile just now, and his old face screamed out: "It's really a waste! The 100th person can't get back a fat brother."

"Do you know how many secrets he has?"

He almost kicked Dong Geqiu with a kick. Mrs. Dong knew her husband's temperament, and she blocked him in time to restrain his anger.

Mrs. Dong, who is quite Wang Xifeng, protects her son: "Old Dong, how can you blame your son for this? You should also praise him."

"Brother Fatty was arrested at the airport. People No. 7 and 8 were all knocked down, and then they were stuffed into the car and drove away. The national police was too fast."

"The son happened to be walking at the company at the time, and he took the initiative to lead the team to block people when he knew the situation. In fact, he can completely ignore this."

Madam Dong looked at her husband with dissatisfaction: "I didn't want to share your worries before doing it? How many sensible children like him can you find?"

"And if it weren't for him to analyze the map and accurately intercept the toll booth, I am afraid that your trash men will not even see the other side's shadow."

Mrs. Dong snorted: "Brother Bing was robbed, he didn't want to, but the other party was too rascal, so he snatched him and hijacked him."

Dong Geqiu was also aggrieved: "Father, the other party is here prepared, and he also has guns. I dare not try hard."

Thinking of Yao Ji's pretty face, his breathing became rapid, and then thinking of her brutal methods, his desire went out like a candle.

"How bad a mother is!"

Dong Zadan took out a cigar and lit it, and snorted to his charming wife: "You can continue to protect him and see what he can do."

"Don't feel sorry for your son and ignore the value of Brother Fatty. If he can't help but stab him out, you will be finished, and I will be finished."

"How many times have I told you that drug dealers don't take drugs, you just don't care, let your bad relatives do things."

Dong Zadan exhaled a puff of smoke: "Now I am being spotted by the Interpol, I am afraid I will peel off if I die."

It's been a long time, Dong Zadan regarded himself as a god, turning his hands for the clouds and covering his hands for the rain, and now he is smashed by the iron plate, and he is somewhat depressed.

"Do not worry."

Mrs. Dong's voice was cold: "I have been operating through official relations, and I have put pressure on Interpol on the tens of wounded."

"At noon tomorrow, they will show up with Brother Fatty and give us an explanation. Once Brother Fatty shows up, we will **** him away."

Her eyes flashed with blazing heat: "For only twenty-four hours, Brother Fatty can hold on to it no matter how stupid it is, don't worry."

Hearing these words, Dong Zadan's expression relaxed a little, and the soot in his hand: "I hope so."

Then he stared at Dong Geqiu's facial features: "What's the matter with your eyebrows, hair, and eyelashes? Why do you shave them? Don't you know you are getting married tomorrow?"

"The bar magic show was accidentally burned."

Dong Geqiu didn't want to talk about the bar conflict, lest his father blame him for his incompetence: "Marriage doesn't get in the way, just use a pen to go up."

"Furthermore, Hua Rongyue's family dare not say anything. It is a great blessing for her to marry her."

He touched his bald head: "If my aunt appointed me to inherit her inheritance and need to get married, I wouldn't marry that woman who has no background."

Dong Zadan snorted: "No background means easy to get rid of. Miss Qianjin who really has the background, you don't know how much you want to pay."

Dong Geqiu nodded: "Daddy said yes."

"I'm a little bit by nature, and I don't ask you to contribute to the Dong family, but please don't be too burdensome.

Dong Zadan threw a sentence to his son: "You go out first, I have something to tell your mother."

After Dong Geqiu bowed his head and left, Dong Zadan looked at his own woman again: "Zhao Wuji gave me a call and needs to lend us 500 people."

"Wuhuamen is going to fight the Longmen decisively. Although there are more than 2,000 diehards in their hands, they feel that it is not safe enough. I hope we will use our troops to suppress the battle."

He looked more solemn: "He also said that he wants to see my sincerity."

Madam Dong dissipated the anger of protecting the calf, with a cold expression on her face: "Two thousand people against more than five hundred Longmen children, the odds of winning are at least 90%."

"He borrowed soldiers, it was nothing more than insurance, a reassurance, and by the way borrowed our official relationship."

"In other words, 90% of the five hundred brothers we loaned out were cutscene. The risk is not high, so you can borrow troops."

She pointed out the most critical thing: "Just the benefits?"