Hey! The CEO who just scolded me met someone on a blind date.

"He's not dead yet?" Jiang Huaizhou no longer had the gentleness he had just shown.

Gu Xiaochen tilted his head, "It seems... not yet."

"Ask Leng Mengmeng to come over here."

"What do you want me to do?" Leng Mengmeng just walked in.

"Huang Youzhi, how did you deal with it?"

"What can I do? Just follow the rules. Cut off his hands and legs if necessary. As for his life, it's up to you, Jiang Huaizhou."

Su Zimu: “…”

Although Su Zimu also hated Huang Youzhi, she couldn't help but shiver when she heard Leng Mengmeng say these words with a childish face.

"Mu Mu, what do you think we should do with the dog?" He tilted his head to ask Su Zimu's opinion.

She didn't expect him to ask her a question that would decide life and death, and she was speechless for a moment, "I...I...I don't know."

Jiang Huaizhou frowned and thought for a moment, "Hand him over to the police, along with the evidence of his crimes."

Leng Mengmeng sneered, "I didn't expect that you, Jiang Huaizhou, also have a kind side."

"Okay, all of you go out. I'm tired." Jiang Huaizhou ordered them to leave.

After the two men left, Su Zimu asked, "What about Zhao Li? I don't think he's a bad person."

"He's not a bad person by nature?" Jiang Huaizhou snorted, "If it weren't for him, how could this happen?"

"But he also has his reasons."

Jiang Huaizhou shook his head. "He needs to be responsible for his actions. As for what happens to him, it depends on how the prosecutors prosecute him."

"Handed it over to the police?"

"What else?" Jiang Huaizhou smiled, "I'm not a gangster, nor a policeman, nor a judge."

"Yeah." Su Zimu nodded. It should be fair to hand him over to the judiciary for punishment.

Wait, the underworld?

Su Zimu glanced at Jiang Huaizhou and felt that he was more like a gangster than a gangster.

"Who did you learn all these martial arts from?"

Jiang Huaizhou raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he couldn't help laughing, "Martial arts? I learned it from the abbot of Shaolin Temple."

Su Zimu realized that he was making fun of him and squinted at him, "Shaolin Temple? Then you should become a monk."

"It's just some fighting and self-defense moves. It's not like walking around in the ancient world." Jiang Huaizhou reached out and patted Su Zimu's head, "You've watched too many TV and movies."

"Humph." Su Zimu didn't let him pat his head. "I am deeply poisoned, so what? But you, you sent a message and disappeared. When I saw the message, you were probably in the United States, right?"

When mentioning the United States, Jiang Huaizhou's face darkened, "Something went wrong with the business there, and I didn't have time to wait for your reply."

"Okay, I forgive you." Su Zimu pouted and pretended to be angry.

Outside the gate, Huang Youde sat in the car, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand hundreds or thousands of times.

Someone knocked on the car window and a little girl came out.

Huang Youde rolled down the car window and looked over. A little girl with short purple hair was standing with her hands behind her back, also looking at him.

The little girl looks very young, as if she is not even an adult, but she has an energy that cannot be ignored.

He suddenly remembered his younger brother Huang Youzhi mentioned that he had short purple hair, was underage, and challenged ten people alone...

Anyone who can come out of Jianghuaizhou is not an ordinary person.

Huang Youde hung the Buddhist beads on his wrist, put a smile on his face, and got out of the car.

When he was about one meter away from Leng Mengmeng, he stopped and bowed as a greeting.

Leng Mengmeng did not return the greeting. Instead, she put her hands in her trouser pockets and looked at him.

"I wonder who you are to Mr. Jiang? Is Mr. Jiang okay?" He didn't care about the other party's rudeness.

"I hate people like you the most, you are so hypocritical." Leng Mengmeng showed no mercy, "I just wanted to ask about your brother, but you had to talk about this and that first. Do you think I will believe that you really care about Jiang Huaizhou?"

"The girl is straightforward. It seems that Mr. Jiang should be fine, right?" Huang Youde still looked amiable. "Then can I take care of my bastard brother? Mr. Jiang, please rest assured that I will discipline him strictly and prevent him from doing evil again."

"Oh... maybe he won't have the chance to do anything bad." Leng Mengmeng shrugged.

Huang Youde frowned and looked at her, not knowing what she was talking about. He took the Buddhist beads off his wrist and started turning them.

"Don't understand?" Leng Mengmeng blinked and smiled at him, "He is a gangster, so he must follow the rules of the gang. He just lost an arm and a leg, that's all."

Huang Youde's face looked very bad, and the Buddhist beads in his hand seemed to be crushed by him.

He couldn't get angry because it was his brother who had caused the trouble first. If Jiang Huaizhou died in his hands, it would not be a loss, but he was still fine.

"Oh, by the way." Leng Mengmeng crossed her arms, "I also gave him an extra gift."

Huang Youde didn't know what the little girl in front of him was up to. "Can you hand the person over to me now?"

"I'm sorry, the person has been handed over to the police station. They will handle it."

Huang Youde's murderous intent gradually rose, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He could imagine that Jiang Huaizhou would not simply hand over Huang Youzhi to the police, but would definitely bring along evidence that could not be seen by others.

These evidences will not only prevent Huang Youzhi from getting out, but will also implicate himself.

At this point, smart people would choose to cut off their tail and survive.

"I understand. Please take care of yourself, Mr. Jiang." Huang Youde remained calm, bowed, and turned to leave.

"Huang Youde." Leng Mengmeng shouted behind him, "Don't try to take over the Jiang family. The Leng family will always stand on the side of the Jiang family."

Huang Youde's back trembled slightly, and he slowly turned around to look at Leng Mengmeng. The petite girl was as bright as the sun, but made people feel inexplicably cold.

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind, but he was not sure, so he had to verify it carefully.

"What's your surname, young lady? How do you know about the Leng family?"

"Naturally...surname...Leng."

His guess was confirmed. Huang Youde's hand holding the Buddhist beads trembled slightly. He nodded, turned around and got into the car.

When Huang Youde arrived at the police station, Huang Youzhi was not there, but had been rushed to the hospital.

According to the rules, visits are not allowed, but Huang Youde still found a way to see his brother in the hospital bed.

Just as Leng Mengmeng said, Huang Youzhi was missing an arm, had a broken leg, and also had the gift she mentioned.

Missing the man's dignity between his legs.

Huang Youde secretly clenched his teeth and then relaxed. He closed his eyes and turned the Buddhist beads for a while, muttering something.

He hated his brother for being so useless, and he never expected that after so many years, the Leng family and the Jiang family, already three generations apart, were still so close.