Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

When the fiery red sports car rumbled to a stop at the steps of the coffee shop, Ye Kong was also confused.

For a second she thought that it was Qu Wu, the impatient guy, who had come.

But when she saw the masked figure getting out of the car, her face turned cold without any exaggeration.

The man pushed the door first, then looked inside for a while when he found that the door could not be opened.

In order to argue with Ye Kong, the reporters who were about to stand in front of the cashier counter immediately stepped forward and started shouting for help when they saw outsiders arriving: "Handsome, help us call the police, handsome!"

"Call 120 handsome guy! Someone here was beaten to death by the boss and a celebrity!"

"Handsome guy, please help open the door!"

……

The man said nothing, seemed to look at the situation inside, and after a moment he made a "get out of the way" gesture.

However, without waiting for the reporters to move aside, he kicked the door lock hard the next second.

The glass door was reinforced and thickened, and could not be easily broken. It was equipped with a combination lock on both the inside and outside of the door, but it could not withstand such repeated hammering with great force. It was destroyed after two or three times. The glass door was wide open, and some reporters who could not dodge were kicked backwards.

But no one cared about this. All the reporters just thought they had met their savior and rushed out immediately with the remaining equipment that had captured precious images.

Who knew that he had just taken one step when he was stopped by the savior's outstretched arms - it was just like stopping a zombie, or like a strongman deliberately showing off his strength.

He stopped her and said, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. You need to explain what happened. You don't look like victims, but criminals who are fleeing for fear of being punished."

"Handsome guy, don't talk nonsense, we are all reporters."

"Aren't journalists bad?" the handsome guy in the mask asked sincerely.

The reporters finally realized something was wrong: "You are one of her gang, right?"

"You're here to help them?!"

"He also wears a mask because he doesn't want to be photographed by us!"

……

"Whether I am in cahoots with her or not is not my turn to say," he turned around and looked at Ye Kong who was watching them coldly at the cashier counter, "It has to be Boss Ye's word before it counts - right? Boss Ye?"

Boss Ye's mouth curled up slightly, but he still looked like a viewer watching a boring movie. He sat there motionless with a lack of interest.

The reporters didn't want to waste any more time, thinking that even if the person who came was not a savior but enemy reinforcements, there was only one person after all, while they had a group - could he really stop them from rushing out?

Thinking of this, everyone immediately rushed out of the coffee shop again.

The masked man was indeed the enemy's reinforcement as they thought. He stood at the door and held them back with his hands outstretched. He used so much force that veins on his neck popped out. He turned around and spoke to Ye Kong incoherently, "Boss Ye... Look at me. I've done everything for you. Can you promise me one thing?"

Ye Kong smiled - a smile without any smile.

Then she raised her face and looked at him, saying, "If you hadn't kicked my door in, they wouldn't have been able to get out for a while. You idiot did something stupid and ruined my plan, and you still want me to reward you? I wouldn't be so shameless even if I had a dog."

"But if you really want it, it's not impossible." She said with a smile, "If Master Qin can be trampled to death by them within one minute, I will send you a room full of wreaths - how about it? Is this gift okay?"

"..." Young Master Qin took a step back with difficulty, then held on, his face flushed and his neck thick as he spoke, "You... are too much. Even if you want them to trample me to death, one minute is not enough!"

Ye Kong shrugged lightly and said regretfully: "I can't help it. I can't wait."

Master Qin: ...

Can't wait for me to die, right?

The muscles on his arms as he hugged a bunch of people tightly were bulging, veins appeared on the back of his hands, and his whole body was shaking from the effort.

But one person cannot fight against a group of people.

In the end, he got his hand broken by a camera, causing someone to rush out.

One immediately led to the second and third - but just as the first reporter rushed out and was about to run down the stairs with a look of joy, a lightning-fast whistling sound came rapidly, and a huge black car quickly swerved across in front of him, forcing him to stop rushing forward, and was forced to take a few steps back by the side swerve of the huge car.

Then came the second and third car - a total of seven black SUVs, parked horizontally in front of the coffee shop, one after another, completely blocking the door of the coffee shop.

Some reporters wanted to get out through the gap or simply climb out of the car, but when the door opened, dozens of strong men over 1.8 or 1.9 meters tall in uniform suits came down, one by one, two by three, and grabbed the shoulders of every reporter who tried to run away, and forcibly hugged them and walked back to the coffee shop - they finally began to panic.

"Why are you running away, buddy? Come and continue talking to our boss."

"Come on, come on, don't leave. Isn't this a coffee shop? You haven't had your coffee yet, right? Drink it first before you leave."

“What a great environment here…”

A man wearing sunglasses who looked like the leader looked around the store, his eyes fell on Ye Kong, and he said with a smile: "Boss Ye?"

"It's me." Ye Kong raised his chin. "As you can see, my guests are too anxious, and I want them to understand one thing."

She slowly and calmly scanned everyone behind the cash register, "In my store, although they can come and go as they please, they can never leave as they please."

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a regular and crisp trigger sound, as if she was thinking calmly and coldly.

For a few seconds, all the men in black waited in silence, causing the originally chattering reporters to hold their breath nervously.

Then they saw the girl's eyes flicker slightly, as if they looked at everyone's face, but also as if she didn't see anyone.

When the knocking stopped, she said lightly in the silence: "First of all, they can't take any electronic products from my store."

"Secondly, they messed up my store like this, and my store manager has been away recently. I have to have them restore it to its original state with their own hands. Not even a speck of dust or blood can be left."

"In the end," she looked at the reporter who was still fainted on the ground, and raised the corners of her mouth a little, "even if this person died here, it was because they killed each other for the news that this happened."

"You are confusing right and wrong! You are so crazy!!"

After hearing this, some stunned reporters couldn't help but point at Ye Kong and yell.

Hearing this, Ye Kong looked at him and said with a smile, "Yes."

"So you see, don't just pretend to be a journalist and carry a camera around everywhere, because you will always run into people who are more capable of confusing right and wrong and more cruel than you."

"How is it?" She asked the reporters with a wink, "Am I a better reporter than you?"