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C177 The True Face will be Taken Care of Later

The middle-aged man's forehead is covered in cold sweat as big beads fall down.

Suddenly, he got some strength out of nowhere and broke free of the restraint. He rushed over and blocked Bo Qian's way.

"I know, I have the secret of the young master! I'll trade with you, and you'll spare my life! "

Bo Qian lowered his head and stared at him coldly. "I have all of his secrets. Furthermore, it is a piece of information."

Boom!

The middle-aged man's world collapsed.

His last bit of hope was destroyed just like that.

The latest news he had received hadn't been sent out yet. Bo Qian had many informants and many of the young masters' subordinates in the company. There were also spies from Bo Qian. Not only that, this young master had also secretly nurtured his own power. Hence, he was able to do this. Beside Bo Zhen... How could there be no one else! Perhaps, his identity was even closer than a spy like him.

Bo Qian expressionlessly walked out. When he was about to leave, he thought of something and said, "Save your breath."

The subordinate understood. "Understood."

The door closed.

The middle-aged man slumped to the ground. Inside the room, the lights were warm, but he felt cold all over.

...

After dealing with the person, someone curiously asked, "Young Master Bo ended up like this, isn't it too cheap?"

Another person clicked his tongue and said in a low voice, "What are you thinking? Young Master Bo already knew the background of this person. He never told us. I think he just wants to see what kind of flower he can make."

"Huh?"

The man asked in surprise, "He knows, but he still keeps him by his side?"

"He probably doesn't want to alert the enemy, but the disturbance this time is too big. Speaking of which, it's time to investigate properly. That young master still has some ability. Otherwise, he wouldn't have hidden the person for so long without anyone knowing. "

The voice gradually faded away. ...

Behind them, on the cold floor.

The middle-aged man had just been pulled back, and he still had a breath left in him. However, his mind was in a trance, as if he was going to die at any moment.

...

The next day.

Bo Zhen was still waiting for the news.

Every month, on this day, there would be people who would pass on news to him. For the past few years, there had never been a break.

It was just that today, it seemed to be a bit late.

Bao Zhen sat on the sofa, her gaze looking out the door from time to time.

Half an hour passed, but still no one came.

Bao Zhen gradually could not wait any longer.

He stood up, called his trusted aide over, and whispered a few words into his ear.

The subordinate understood and immediately left.1

After more than two hours, the subordinate ran back. He ran very anxiously. When he stopped, he almost tripped.

"What happened?"

When Bo Zhen saw him like this, she knew that something was wrong.

The subordinate wiped away his cold sweat and said with a strange expression, "He was sent to the hospital. There seems to be a problem with his spirit. I don't know who threw him next to the rubbish bin last night, but I only found out this morning. He was sent to the hospital. The doctor said that he was too frightened... he was stupid. "

... ""

Bo Zhen's face suddenly sank.

When the subordinate saw this, he said uneasily, "Young Master, he wouldn't have exposed himself, right? Otherwise, why did something happen today? "

Bo Zhen pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

" He didn't say anything? "

The subordinate nodded. "Yes, he did not say anything."

Bao Zhen sat on the sofa and picked up the cup of water. She wanted to drink some water, but she put it by her mouth and placed it heavily on the table.

Clang! It was clear and frightening.

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