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C2252 Wealthy Marriage 2179

Liu Qiang was speechless. What a joke. He had watched Little Girl grow up, and taking her away in front of him was something he wouldn't be able to get through.

He took a big stride forward and grabbed the man holding Ye Shuimo's shoulder and kicked her into the air before bringing her behind him.

"With me here today, none of you should even think about taking her away." He glared at the crowd.

The others did the same. During the course of their duties, if the prisoner resisted, the police could fire.

Ye Miao strode over and grabbed Liu Qiang's collar to punch him. Liu Qiang staggered back a few steps and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as he glared at the man in front of him.

"He's your sister!"

Ye Miao did not say anything. Just as he was about to rush forward, he gave another solid punch. This was a real heavy punch. Ye Miao staggered and was forced to the ground.

"I'll lend her to you for the time being."

What was a temporary loan? There was no point in coming back. Just thinking about it, Dyson felt as if the gaze behind her was able to read her mind.

Ye Shuimo didn't say anything, nor did she dare to look at her brother. She was afraid that crying would ruin her brother's plans. When she was forced to walk towards the car, she looked sideways and saw the lunchbox on the passenger seat.

Hearing the crying, Ye Miao's heart tightened. He took a few steps forward and almost shouted out in anger, but he held himself back.

With his shoulder straight and his right cheek firmly punched, Liu Qiang panted heavily, "Have you forgotten what the Madam told you!? She wants you to take care of the young miss, not send her away yourself! "

He held his fist while his teeth chattered. He couldn't wait to have a fight with the other party. The latter gave him a cold look before turning around and walking away.

"Damn it!" He punched the door of the small room and saw a cell phone falling out of the bathrobe on the chair. He picked it up and put it in his pocket after being soaked in water.

That same night, the bank's higher-ups' computers were hacked. Everyone was in a meeting and suddenly found that they could not move their mice. The computer screen suddenly turned black and then the blue screen appeared.

"What's going on? Go get the technician! "

Just as someone shouted these words, a line of words automatically appeared on Lan Ping's computer. "There's no need to shout. I'm leaving now, so it's useless even if I do. I don't think your technicians can contend against me."

Everyone silently looked at the words on the computer screen. The meeting they had today was to discuss the loophole in the bank's ATM. Everyone knew the loophole, but they didn't know how to deal with it.

"I have a way to fix the flaw in the ATM."

Upon seeing this line of words, everyone burst into a flurry of discussion. The executives knew that this place was under surveillance, so they directly asked the computer, "Who are you?"

"Go to the trash can in your bank building. There's a box there and take out the excellent plate inside. I hope that your technician can repair it a little this time, so as to not cause trouble for others."

A group of people flocked to the trash can outside the bank building. The passersby found it unbelievable that the bank executives would search through the trash.

Sure enough, they found a box in the trash with an Eureka in it. The executives immediately sent the technicians to test it, joking, unsure of what was inside. How could they just casually insert the Eureka into the bank's computer?

On the other end of the phone, Ye Miao had already left the remote monitor. The sun was very high outside, so he breathed out in exhaustion. He casually lit up a cigarette and the butler walked in with the doctor.

"Mr Ye, you haven't slept and treated your wound since last night. If you don't treat it now, it will rot."

He nodded and got up to take off his shirt. There was a palm-sized burn on the small of his back.

The butler watched the doctor deal with his wounds and watched Liu Qiang walk around the living room when he went downstairs.

"Mr. Liu, do you need anything to eat?"

"No need, I'm full of energy."

Back then, when he went to Ye Family, he had only carried the thought that he would be able to muddle along for a lifetime, and that it would be fine as long as he casually passed by.

He sat down and lit a cigarette. His eyes grew cold from the smoke.

In the forest of gunpowder, a few mercenaries were shuttling back and forth in the rain forest. The head of Big Boss Black who hired them had already been beaten into a sieve, while the Black Mercenaries had become pawns that no one wanted.

A bullet flew past his face. Liu Qiang cursed while hiding behind a tree that was as wide as two people.

The voice from above rumbled as another mercenary brother pointed at the sky and shouted, "Fuck, those heartless ones ran away by themselves."

The wind generated by the helicopter made them unable to open their eyes. They watched as the helicopter became smaller and smaller, and the sounds became so deafening that they could only hear a few sounds.

A miserable scream rang out. The person who had just spoken had been shot in the arm, and the bullet had passed through his wrist. His hand was definitely crippled.

"F * ck you! I will f * cking kill you all!"

"Wait a minute!"

Liu Qiang roared. That person had already rushed out. Before he even fired his gun, his body was riddled with bullet holes. His body softly fell down and his eyes were still staring at Liu Qiang when he laid down.

He shot into the air and wiped the blood off his face, but the more he wiped, the more he wiped. In the rain forest of bullets, what he saw was not road and hope, but despair after despair.

All the mercenaries had been captured. What awaited them was a secret. The world did not even know that they existed.

In the darkness of the basement, he was sitting alone. The wound on his face was simply treated, but at this moment, half of his face was already numb from the pain.

Because it was summer, the basement smelled of sweat, urine, and the smell of rotting wounds. Mosquitoes and flies flew around, making loud noises.

That was probably the last thing he could smell before he died, the scent of a living person.

The door opened and all the mercenaries had the same look in their eyes, like a silent lamb.

The only reason this door would open was because of the vigor of their lives. No one made a move. These mercenaries were men who had gone through the rain and wind. At this moment, their eyes were filled with pleasure, showing that they did not care about life and death.

Liu Qiang was different. He breathed towards the wall, he really wanted to live. He didn't even smoke enough, it was better to die than to live.

Other than the person who had caught them, there was also an eastern face. Liu Qiang was surprised. Who was the other party to be able to be together with those people? What was even more surprising was that Yan Jun did not even bother to look at them, "Who wants to leave?"

No one made a sound. As far as mercenaries were concerned, they had chosen a master. If it wasn't for their master's orders or mission, they wouldn't have left. This was the morality of this industry.

Liu Qiang clearly saw a trace of ridicule on the man's face. The man was very young, around ten years older than him. Judging from his manners and clothes, he should at least be a rich man with good taste.

"What's your name?"

The man's face froze in a corner. "Ye Zimo."

"How unpleasant."

"What's your name?"

"Liu Qiang."

"Not much."

Liu Qiang smiled. He quite liked the other party's personality. He was at least a bit better than that fat guy who only thought about stealing territory and women every day.

"I'll go with you."

Everyone whispered amongst themselves. The mercenaries despised this rebel. If he was afraid of death and wanted to be a mercenary, he would have just stayed home to nurse the child.

Liu Qiang didn't mind what he heard. Life was so big, he just wanted to live well.

When he saw the Private Aircraft, he wiped his face. What the f * ck? This model of plane is the most advanced, even a dead fatty who relies on money laundering wouldn't be able to sit on such an expensive Private Aircraft.1

He returned to China and became an extremely ordinary little bodyguard. There were a lot of capable people around him, so he didn't need to do anything. Furthermore, his bodyguard wasn't Ye Zimo.

He still remembered the words of the other party, "I don't need you to do anything. You only need to take responsibility for Ye Nianmo. If you want to leave one day, then leave."

Originally, he intended to be a hoodlum and then leave while wiping his mouth, but he didn't expect to be able to stay behind. He followed Ye Nianmo for dozens of years and then followed his child.

When the smoke reached his fingers, he snapped out of it and shook it. The ash fell to the ground, turning into bits and pieces of ash. He stood up and pretended to go upstairs carelessly, then swept his gaze into the room. Young Master Ye was sitting on the sofa, and was looking out the window as if he was looking at something, but also as if nothing had entered his eyes.

Ye Miao did not close his eyes for a whole day and night. He kept staring at his watch and felt that those technicians at the bank were retarded. What about that guy?

In fact, Ye Shuimo was living quite well, and there were still some matters that he needed to handle so that the higher-ups wouldn't have to ask so many questions, and they could smoothly convict Ye Shuimo.

He was actually quite regretful. If he were to do it again, he definitely wouldn't choose such a troublesome role. Rich people in this world would definitely cause more trouble than the poor.

Who asked him to make such a choice? Thus, he chose a rich person to be his scapegoat. Since things had come to this point, he could only spend more time and effort.

It was a woman who was looking at Ye Shuimo. She was very well-built and didn't look at her phone. She only chatted with the people who came here occasionally. During the meal, it was still a Chinese cuisine, but the cooking was very bad. Ye Shuimo ate a few mouthfuls and didn't want to eat anymore. Suddenly, she felt that this wouldn't be the last dinner, so she ate a few more bites.

"It's not right like this, it's very difficult to train beautiful muscles, don't rely on the inertia of the dumbbell to lift it, because it's very easy to damage the joints of the wrists and arms, and then twist the waist, you should do it with your breathing, try your best when exhaling, withdraw when inhaling, just at a high speed, it will only increase your endurance without increasing your muscles and strength."

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