At four o'clock in the afternoon, Miao Boguang woke up from the hospital bed. He looked at the painful broken leg after the anesthesia, and thumped the bedside table with great anger:

"The top three uncles, I never end with you, I never end with you, I want you to die, and you will die!"

Although he has not yet seen the doctor's report, as a genius doctor, he naturally knows the condition of the broken leg, and he is afraid that he will not be able to move freely in his life.

It was not the calf or thigh that Tai Shu Sanjia broke, but the most fragile knee. No matter how sophisticated the operation was, it couldn't be connected.

In the days to come, Miao Boguang will be either a wheelchair or a crutches, which of course makes him feel resentful, and he can't wait to cut his uncle thousands of times.

Later, he thought of Ye Tianlong, who was always bad at his good deeds, and his face was murderous: "Ye Tianlong, you will also have to die."

Miao Boguang drove out all the lovers, and then yelled and screamed in the ward alone, beating almost everything in the room.

After venting for almost two hours, Miao Boguang calmed down from exhaustion.

He chose to face reality and vowed to take revenge.

After some venting, the time pointed to six o'clock in the evening, Miao Boguang dialed a number and shouted sharply:

"I was scrapped by my uncle's top three, and I can't stand up anymore."

Miao Boguang carried a bit of resentment: "Why should I give me a teammate like a pig, otherwise how could I be exposed and broken a leg?"

"You must give me an explanation, or I will sue my mother-in-law and let her old man be the master for me."

Miao Boguang's expression was very hideous: "Your mistake, you are destined to pay the price."

"I know, I'm sorry, but this is just an accident. Who would have thought that Ye Tianlong would recognize your stitches?"

The tone on the other end of the phone didn't change much, but instead underestimated the responsibility to Miao Boguang: "Moreover, he can still take the needle and pour it into Tai Shuqin."

Miao Boguang exclaimed, "You—you want to put aside the responsibility?"

The other party sighed: "I'm not clearing away the responsibilities, I just want to tell you that the plan has not yet succeeded. It is naive for us to fight like this."

Miao Boguang patted the table: "Do you think I want to fight? I broke one leg, one leg!"

"I know, and I'm sorry, but it has happened, and complaining can't solve the problem. You can only complete the plan with all your strength to be worthy of your legs."

The other end of the call is never rushed or impatient: "And only if the plan is successful, not to mention breaking one leg, even two legs, you can also worry about food and clothing."

"In this way, after the matter is successful, I will give you another billion."

Although the other party's voice was a bit hoarse, but the tone was very calm: "This is my little heart, what do you think?"

Hearing this promise, Miao Boguang's anger was reduced by two points, and he felt that the broken leg was not so painful, but then he hummed again:

"After the thing is successful, Tai Shu's top three, and Tai Shuqin's idiot, will all feed me snakes and insects, otherwise I won't be able to get out of my anger today."

The hoarse voice is still calm and calm: "Don't worry, leave it to you."

Miao Boguang turned his words: "Let's talk about it, what's the matter when you called this time? You certainly didn't greet me."

The hoarse voice remained calm as it should be: "Tai Shu Xingguo is awake, in a very good state of mind, and I want to ask Ye Tianlong to treat Tai Shuqin."

"If you want to attack Taishu Xingguo again, you must get rid of the obstacle of Ye Tianlong, otherwise we will be in vain if we work harder."

His tone was a little more playful: "It's not that I look down on you, but the fact that Ye Tianlong's medical skills are better than you."

"He doesn't die, he will resolve Taishu Xingguo's condition at any time, and he will let you and my plans all go to bed."

He reminded him: "Maybe even I will be exposed. At that time, you and I will not only give up all your previous efforts, but will also be severely punished by the mother-in-law."

"That's because I didn't go all out, underestimated the enemy, and was beaten by him for a short time."

Miao Boguang sighed in his heart: "Moreover, I follow my mother-in-law's reprimand, it is inconvenient to use poison indiscriminately, otherwise I will stop that **** at any time.

A reminder from the other end of the phone: "It's okay anyway, he is now a big concern for us. With him, our plan will be very variable."

"It's not convenient for me to take action against him for the time being, so you can only deal with him."

"It's better not to use poison as a last resort. It will attract official attention. After all, the dragon soul has been staring at the sky."

The other party flattered Miao Boguang: "You have such a wide network, and the usual methods are enough to kill him."

Miao Bo barely moved the corners of his mouth, and then took over the topic: "Okay, I will arrange this, but you have to give me 10 million, and the manpower needs money."

"no problem!"

After hanging up the phone, Miao Boguang held the phone and leaned against the bed, a gloom gleaming on his pale face, thinking about whom to send.

"Ding!"

At this moment, another call came in. Miao Boguang glanced around and wanted to hang up, but he answered after thinking about it for a while and smiled slightly:

"Miao Biao, what makes you call me?"

A loud voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's been a long time since I saw Uncle Qi. July 14 is almost here, so I want to talk a few words."

"You have been here for two or three years, but in my impression, it seems to be the second time you called me."

Miao Boguang said in a strange way: "The first time you settled down all day long, I will find a place for you to settle down and sponsor 500,000 yuan for development."

"Come here today to make a fortune? Are you ready to pay Uncle Seven?"

Miao Boguang smiled and said: "I heard that you are developing very fast. You have dozens of brothers under your control, and you also monopolize several major attractions and bars. Every day you are getting more money."

"That was the year before last. Last year, a brother robbed a batch of jade from the Tai's uncle's house, but it was officially blacked out."

The other party calmly told his situation: "Nearly a hundred brothers died, injured, and vitally injured."

"Then I was surrounded and wiped out by the subordinates of Uncle Sanjia. I didn't even have a place to survive. This year I can only stray and commit crimes."

Miao Boguang smiled faintly: "It's okay, just survive. I believe you will make a comeback sooner or later."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then he said softly: "Uncle Qi, I made you a joke, Miao Biao is useless, and I haven't been famous."

"It's totally incomparable to the prestige of Uncle Qi in Tiandu. I haven't had half a million. After some time, I will return it to Uncle Qi in double."

Hearing the other party's weakness, Miao Boguang was dumbfounded: "Forget the money, no need, let's talk, what can I do?"

Miao Biao's tone was respectful: "Uncle Seven is really smart."

"Uncle Qi, it's like this. July 14 is almost here. I want to go back and give a confession to my ancestor, and ask her to unban some of my skills."

He exhaled a long breath: "Let me eat in a big city."

Miao Boguang laughed and said, "No money for tribute?"

"Seven uncle wise..."

Miao Biao smiled bitterly: "In fact, there were more than one million yuan, but I bought all of them to buy cars and guns, and wanted to rob the bank for a big ticket."

"But I didn't expect that, after being folded, a woman would confuse the plan. Not only was the capital lost, but the four brothers were also arrested."

"I really don't have any money on hand, so I want to borrow some from Uncle Qi so that I can bring a generous gift back to pay tribute."

He lowered his posture: "As long as the ancestors help me lift the ban for one or two, I will be able to make money when I come back, and I will not forget the help of Uncle Qi."

Miao Boguang is straight to the point: "How much?"

Miao Biao squeezed out three words: "Five million!"

A hint of playfulness crossed Miao Boguang's face: "Five million is okay. I don't want you to return anything, but you have to do something for me."

"I'll give you a photo later. Go and kill the person in the photo. Don't worry, it's not a big shot, just a little kid."

He confided his grudge with Ye Tianlong: "The person who broke my financial path."

"I have left a breath on him. You can easily lock him in. Are you interested in this sale?"

Miao Boguang smiled intentionally or unintentionally: "Your hands are contaminated with hundreds of lives, so do you still care about one more hairy boy?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then responded indifferently: "Deal!"