Mr. Feng waved his hand: "Didn't you hear just now? This guy is willing to give out twenty small yellow croakers. If I cheat him again, I'll get fifty... Hahahaha, it's so damn interesting, so interesting..."

After a while, two rickshaws came over, and Mr. Feng's men took the accountant and left quietly.

Chen Baoxiang stood at the door, looked around and saw that there was no one around, picked up a dustpan and covered the blood stains at the base of the south wall.

He trusts Mr. Feng, has been in the world for a long time, does things cleanly, and ensures that there will be no future troubles.

Besides, when Mr. Accountant paid for his life with twenty small yellow croakers, he had already half-stepped into the gate of hell.

"Everyone in charge is okay?"

Chen Baoxiang held Liu Yue'e's hand, smiled and nodded: "It's okay. I have wronged you this time."

Liu Yue'e had tears in her eyes and turned her head to wipe them away.

Chen Baoxiang suddenly understood the principle that "good fortune and misfortunes depend on it, and misfortune depends on blessings." When the Chen family was about to take off, these messy things must have disrupted the situation.

Only by being cautious in words and deeds and avoiding the whirlpool can we reach the other side of light.

He patiently comforted Liu Yue'e, got some medicine for her injuries, and applied it to her face.

Liu Yuee was slapped twice for no reason, and she secretly wiped her eyes with tears.

Chen Baoxiang had no choice but to briefly explain the story of "Mr. Accountant was a Japanese spy, Mr. Feng squeezed him dry and then silenced him".

When Liu Yue'e heard about the murder and silence, she was stunned for a moment. She must have said this, but she was also so frightened that her face turned pale.

"No wonder he is so arrogant. He is a Japanese spy? He deserves it, he deserves it!"

"Master, Mr. Feng has been a great help. Please remember to return the favor in the future."

"Master, Mr. Feng has a really big appetite. He wants fifty small yellow croakers in one mouth. I wonder what the final result will be?"

Chen Baoxiang knew very well that if a person like Mr. Feng pried open the accountant's mouth in one day, it would not be a matter of twenty or fifty small yellow croakers, but a matter of directly knocking the bones and sucking out the marrow, and he would have to squeeze out the last ocean.
Chapter completed!