C273 (1/2)

With a squeal, the Porsche stopped, and the driver trembled as he asked, ”What are you trying to do? We are from the Yang family, that is our young master! ”

Dong Wen Feng did not say anything further, and directly kicked the co-pilot seat away from the windshield.

”Cut the crap. Drive the car and follow the route I told you to.”

”Th, tc!” Who would be so daring! Where are the bodyguards! Is a bodyguard supposed to eat? ”

When the news of Yang Tianbao's disappearance reached Yang Da, he was so angry that his face turned red, and smacked the table. It was not satisfied yet, but the table was flipped over.

”Bodyguards …” The bodyguard was thrown off by the young master. The young master said that he was unwilling to bring these burdens, so … ”

Pow!

Yang Dong Xiong slapped the driver's face, ”You threw away your bodyguard just like that? ”Then I'll let you go to hell now. Are you going to die?”

With a plop, the driver kneeled down with a pale face. He knew how vicious Yang Zhao was. He definitely wasn't just talking, he might actually do it!

”I beg the Patriarch! I followed the young master's instructions and if I don't, he'll hit me! ”

The driver cried until his nose was snot red, then he kneeled and walked forward a few steps, lifting up his clothes, revealing traces of being hit by Yang Tianbao.

Yang, Xiong were slightly surprised, and deeply sighed, ”Sigh, unfilial son! ”Unfilial son!”

Just when the driver thought he was fine and quietly let out a breath of relief, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if his head was hit by something. The final scene was Yang Zixiong staring at him coldly with a bloodied ashtray in his hand.

”Your life is not as valuable as my son's. Even if you are beaten to death, it doesn't matter. As long as my son is fine, so what?”

After casually putting the ashtray back to its original place, a look of helplessness appeared on Yang Zixiong's face. It was as if his son had broken the glass of someone else's home, but in just one minute, he had killed an innocent person because of his son.

”Last time Yu Chenghai reminded me that that Dong Wen Feng is incredible, I didn't believe him, but I never thought that he would give me such a big gift in the blink of an eye, it really caught me off guard.” Yang, Xiong whispered, ”Old Song, go and find my son. If anyone stops you, kill them!”

”Yes.”

A thin middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit with white eyebrows and white hair nodded his head.

”Wait, control the public opinion regarding this matter, and don't let anyone know about Yang Tianbao's disappearance. He is usually too mischievous, I'm worried that someone will make use of this opportunity.” Yang, Xiong added.

”Yes, Patriarch, don't worry. This subordinate will definitely do it well for you.”

Only then did Yang Da nod his head in satisfaction, but what he did not expect was that, at the same time he gave the order, the news had already spread far and wide. Not only did Tang Yue want to directly report this matter in the online version of Shanghai, he even wanted to publish it in the physical version of the newspaper, but was stopped by his father.