Chapter 768

Emperor Ma stood up and kicked the wheelchair away: "What kind of damn piece of junk is this."

The guy who was flattering him saw that his boss had lost face; the flattery hadn't gone well and had almost landed on the horse's hoof.

This guy shrank his neck and hid behind the crowd, not daring to show his face.

Emperor Ma was a bit anxious, so he didn't bother with him.

"Let's go!"

A large group of people—a few accompanied Emperor Ma in the elevator, while others took the stairs—almost all arrived on the third floor together.

Emperor Ma walked out of the elevator and asked a young man beside him: "Which room is it?"

"3015!" The young man pointed to the corridor, "Right ahead."

A large group of people swarmed toward Room 3015. Especially this bunch of guys, with dragons and phoenixes tattooed on their arms and bodies—anyone who saw them would feel their liver tremble.

People in the corridor and at the doors of hospital rooms ducked back into their rooms in a flash. Those who couldn't get away all faced the wall, pressing their whole bodies against it, trying their best to give this bunch of guys space.

Ma Sanlong had a cast on his leg, and his face was as swollen as a pig's head, looking even worse than yesterday; his eyes were almost invisible.

This guy lay on the hospital bed, groaning in pain, his heart filled with lingering hatred. He gritted his teeth and swore that he would definitely take revenge.

The man's limbs would be broken and he'd be thrown into the river; the woman would be played with first, and when they were tired of her, she'd be rewarded to the brothers below to continue playing with, then sent to a club to be sold, making her a prostitute for life.

The hospital room door was pushed open with a creak, and Emperor Ma swayed his fat body inside, followed by a large group, and the room was suddenly packed.

"Sanlong!" Emperor Ma saw his nephew beaten so miserably and his eyes welled up with tears, "Who, who beat you like this?"

This guy suddenly became somewhat manic, "I want to tear him into ten thousand pieces, chop up his whole family and feed them to the dogs."

He didn't want to ask, and wouldn't ask, why his nephew was beaten.

Because he is Emperor Ma; no matter what his nephew wants to do, even if it's raping your wife, you have to watch, and you have to cheer him on from the sidelines.

But if you dare to resist, then you are in the wrong, and you are not giving me, Emperor Ma, face.

"Second Uncle!" Ma Sanlong wanted to cry, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it pulled at the wounds on his face, making him shiver in pain, and he immediately held it back, "You have to take revenge for me."

Emperor Ma sat on the bed, and the hospital bed let out an overloaded creak.

"Who beat you like this? Didn't you say you were Emperor Ma's nephew?"

"I said it!" Ma Sanlong was swollen all over, couldn't open his mouth, and spoke somewhat unclearly, but it could still be heard, "They said Emperor Ma is just a pig, and sooner or later they'll slaughter him and stew him with vermicelli; he doesn't count for shit."

Emperor Ma chuckled, but there was no hint of a smile on his fat face: "Tell me who."

Ma Sanlong shook his head: "I don't know; the Hubin Police Station knows who they are."

"Alright!"

Emperor Ma was sensitive about others calling him fat or cursing him as a pig; that was equivalent to slapping him in the face in public.

"You rest well; after I take revenge for you, I'll come see you again."

"Second Uncle!"

Ma Sanlong's cry of "Second Uncle" was so miserable and sorrowful that Emperor Ma's eyes grew moist again.

Emperor Ma patted his nephew's hand: "Your parents died early, so I raised you like my own son. From childhood to adulthood, no matter what trouble you caused, I couldn't bear to touch a finger on you, and I never let you suffer any grievances.

I didn't expect that there would be a day when the three words 'Emperor Ma' wouldn't work, letting you get beaten like this. I'm going to the Hubin Police Station right now to ask clearly who the other party is. I'll tie him up in front of you, and you can decide how to deal with him."

This time Ma Sanlong really cried, his lips trembling with emotion, wanting to say something but unable to.

Emperor Ma smiled and comforted his nephew again: "I'm leaving; wait for me to bring the person to you."

The group came quickly and left quickly, swarming out of the inpatient building, getting into cars, and heading straight for the Hubin Police Station.

………………

Today, as soon as he got to work, Feng Libao sat in his office in a daze. He never dreamed that the man yesterday was actually the chairman of the Jiangzhou Yugong Group, Zhou Andong.

If he hadn't suddenly seen the advertisement on the provincial channel last night, he wouldn't have known, and this made him feel a bit panicked. Although the things he said yesterday were out of kindness, they were also against regulations.

If it were an ordinary person, it wouldn't matter, but Zhou Andong is different; he has many channels to contact higher-level departments directly. If he were to report the matter, he would definitely be disciplined.

He was absent-minded even while eating breakfast. After hesitating again and again, he decided to go to the Hubin Hotel to apologize to Zhou Andong and handle Ma Sanlong's case according to the law. But when he asked there, the person had already left.

This made him feel relieved, but also lucky. If something had happened to Zhou Andong here, not to mention what fate would befall the uncle-nephew pair of Ma Sanlong and Emperor Ma.

Just speaking of him and the branch leaders, it wouldn't be good, and Qishi's image would collapse immediately. The city leaders have held meetings more than once to say that they must create an excellent environment for investment promotion, and no matter what happens, they must make way for investment promotion.

But Qishi's investment situation is not that optimistic; if Zhou Andong really had an accident here, even fewer people would come here to invest.

Suddenly, the office door was knocked on, and Feng Libao came back to his senses.

"Come in!"

The office door was pushed open, and a young man walked in. Feng Libao's brow immediately furrowed.

"Officer Feng, long time no see." The young man was grinning, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to Feng Libao.

Feng Libao pushed the cigarette back: "If you have something to say, say it."

The young man didn't insist and put the cigarette away: "I just came to ask, Ma Sanlong was beaten seriously; has the culprit been caught?"

Feng Libao said coldly: "Zhu Guangmao, you tell Emperor Ma that what happened yesterday ends here. If he keeps holding onto it, regardless of whether his mental illness is real or fake, he'd better wash his neck clean first."

Zhu Guangmao's eyes narrowed: "Officer Feng, are you threatening Ma Ge?"

"Ha!" Feng Libao laughed, "How would I dare to threaten Ma Ge? I'm just reminding you all that if the other party wants to kill you, it's just a matter of a single sentence.

Since they haven't been holding onto you, you should be burning incense in secret; don't invite trouble for yourself."

Zhu Guangmao grinned and laughed silently: "Officer Feng, if you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have had many thoughts, but since you put it that way, I really have to meet the other party. Who is so badass that they can kill us with a single sentence."

Feng Libao leaned back: "Get out!"

Zhu Guangmao turned and left. After opening the door, he looked back at Feng Libao with a sinister smile, then slammed the door shut with a bang.

The young man quickly walked out of the police station, got into the car parked on the roadside outside, and told Emperor Ma what Feng Libao had said, word for word.

Emperor Ma listened very carefully, his face expressionless. After listening, he didn't say anything.

"Go home!"