With the sudden shock of the hoarse voice, everyone's heads twisted neatly towards the door of the nightclub, and two blood-covered figures appeared in front of us.

They were all wearing the waiter's work clothes on their bodies. The difference was that one looked terrified and the other was full of excitement. It was Dandan and a little waiter who looked familiar. When I saw Dingqing, I saw that this guy was the waiter who was responsible for opening the box for the big swing in the surveillance video.

I don’t know what these two people have experienced. Dandan’s white shirt was rubbed with blood, and her right leg was completely soaked in blood. When she stepped forward, a very clear blood-colored footprint would be left underground. Although the other waiter also had blood on his body, there was no conspicuous wound.

"Langco, the evidence is here, you...you say it yourself!" Dandan pushed the waiter, and he staggered and sat on the ground, his chest gasping for breath: "After you booked a room for someone, he wanted to run away. I followed him all the way, and finally found that he got into a van and I stopped him."

Although Dandan said it very calmly, anyone with discerning eyes could see that he must not stop him by opening his mouth. What exactly happened to me can only wait until the matter is over before I will ask him slowly.

The waiter's cheeks twitched a few times, then he knelt on the ground with a "bang", shouting with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Wang, I was wrong! I opened the private room of Daping and those two people, and I deliberately said that these things were arranged by you, I was wrong... I was really wrong."

While crying, the waiter rushes to the ground with a "boom" impact.

Everyone here must have watched the surveillance video just now, so naturally I knew that it was the dog basket in front of me who put me behind my back. I deliberately turned my head and looked at Daping and asked, "Brother Ping, is he the one who helped you open a private room?"

Daping squinted his eyes and looked at the waiter for a few glances, with his head expressionless.

"Mr. Wang, I was wrong... Please let me go." The waiter kowtowed on the ground like pounding garlic paste.

I took a deep breath, walked up to him, and whispered: "I'll ask you, say something, as long as I'm satisfied with the answer, everything can be left unrestrained."

The waiter raised his head with tears in his eyes, wiped his cheek with a sleeve tube, shook his head and responded: "No need to ask, I said myself, it was Brother Wen who told me to do this. My plan was arranged by Brother Wen when I came to work in our nightclub. In addition to earning a salary every month, Brother Wen would give me an extra money. This morning, Brother Wen called me and told me to open a private room for Da Ping. He also said that if it weren't for Da Ping, you wouldn't be trapped now, and he wanted to do Da Ping well."

Before I could ask any questions, the waiter spitted out all of them like beans poured on bamboo tubes.

Zhang Shuai, who stood beside him, raised his neck and sneered: "Haha, Wang Lang, what else do you have to say? The decision you made by your subordinates, don't tell me that it has nothing to do with you. Now the truth is revealed enough."

I bit my mouth and spoke to my three eyes: "Let He Jiawen come in."

A few seconds later, He Jiawen ran in quickly. When he saw the waiter kneeling on the ground with tears on his face, he was stunned for a few seconds after reflex. Then he swallowed his saliva and walked up to me and asked, "Brother, are you calling me?"

"Did you introduce him?" I pointed to the waiter and asked.

He Jiawen answered without hesitation: "Yes!"

I continued to ask: "In addition to salary every month, you will also give him an additional portion of the money. Is there any such thing?"

He Jiawen hesitated for a moment and coughed dryly, explaining: "Brother, his family is not in good condition. He has serious bronchitis. He needs to spend a lot every month. We are neighbors, so I..."

"Answer my question!" My fists slowly clenched.

He Jiawen rubbed his cheeks and responded: "Yes, I will give him some money every month. I know it's not in line with the rules, but...."

I interrupted roughly: "Did you tell him to book a private room for you today?"

He Jiawen pursed his lips and nodded again: "Yes, a friend I met in the car rental company used to celebrate his birthday, so I asked him to book a room for me in advance."

"Bang!"

Sanyan suddenly raised his legs and kicked He Jiawen's stomach without any warning.

He Jiawen was kicked and sprained his butt and sat on the ground, looking at Sanyan with confusion: "Brother Sanyan, what's wrong with me?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know that because of you, the entire nightclub was almost removed? We are almost kneeling down, do you know?" Three eyes walked over, lifted He Jiawen's neckline, pressed his head directly on the coffee table, and roared with his eyes: "I'll just ask you once, are you willing to bear the consequences for the wrong things you did? You bear it, and now all the troubles are solved, you think it clear!"

"Brother Sanyan." I frowned and was about to stop, Sanyan twisted her head and roared at me: "I'm responsible for this!"

He Jiawen's face was pressed against the coffee table, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Three eyes pressed his elbow on He Jiawen's neck, and his voice was repeated coldly: "You have to bear the wrong thing. You know you have to bear it. All the existing problems are not a problem."

"I..." He Jiawen licked his mouth and finally closed his eyes and responded: "I recognize it!"

"Brother Daping, and this Miss Zhang Shuai, we have accepted the matter. You can do whatever you want." Sanyan raised his breath and let go of He Jiawen, but the latter did not get up, as if he was frozen, and his cheeks were still pressed on the coffee table. From my perspective, it could be seen very clearly, and two lines of clear tears were slowly sliding down.

In an instant, I figured out Sanyan's strategy. He wanted He Jiawen to take the initiative to carry this thunder. If he continued to pull it off, the situation inside us might be exposed, and the person who really organized this matter might be alarmed. If we want to catch him outside, it would be difficult for us to reach the sky.

Daping looked at Zhang Shuai for help. Zhang Shuai paused, gritted his silver teeth and said, "We are the victims. What should we do? You should take the initiative to say it?"

Three eyes looked down at He Jiawen, stretched out three fingers and said, "I mean, let's turn war into jade. I'll ask my brother to explain to you later. In addition, we will compensate you with an additional 300,000 yuan. I know you are not short of this amount of money. This is our intention. When the matter comes to an end, we will set up a banquet to apologize to Brother Daping. Is it okay?"

Zhang Shuai had a small face ashen and asked Daping with his eyes.

At this time, He Jiawen got up from the coffee table, took out a clamping spring after hitting his waist, and stabbed it directly into his thigh with a "pop". The red blood immediately gushed out like a disassembled faucet. He Jiawen groaned in pain, and chuckled with his teeth: "Can you have three knifes and six holes? If you don't, just six knifes and twelve holes!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the slug, aimed at his thigh and pierced it again. This time he was so painful that he couldn't stand firm. His body staggered and half-kneeled on the ground. The blue veins on his face were scattered, and he roared with heavy breathing: "Sorry Brother Ping, I'm sorry Sister Shuai..."

While shouting, He Jiawen pulled out the clamping spring and murmured with red eyes: "I did the thing, please don't make things difficult for Lang Ge and the nightclub."

Daping, who was sitting on the sofa, straightened his back straight, as if he couldn't believe that He Jiawen could actually stab himself. Looking at He Jiawen's appearance, I admitted that my heart began to bleeding. Everyone present might be me and Sanyan. He Jiawen himself understood that he was pushing the tank, and he was actually wronged.

When He Jiawen was about to attack her third sword, Zhang Shuai felt a hint of helplessness on his delicate cheek, and he sighed lightly and said, "Forget it, the matter is over."

As she spoke, she looked at me again and said, "Wang Lang, I have no intention of making things difficult for you. There may be differences in today's affairs, but in the final analysis, you are still the fault. It will be the same restaurant today at noon tomorrow. I will invite Brother Deng and the Liao family to meet each other. See you all."

I pinched my nose, squatted on the ground with my head down, without saying a word, surrendering, resentment, and aggrievance. All kinds of negative emotions wrapped around my whole body.

"Daping, let's go!" Zhang Shuai didn't feel pretentious, helped Daping up and walked towards the door of the nightclub.
Chapter completed!