After everyone tugged at the prison gate for a while, Xia Hou was carried into the ambulance by two of Beimang's eighteen horsemen, carrying a wheelchair.

The forced character of the return of the imaginary king completely collapsed.

"What's that? Do you really think of yourself as a person? ”

Brother Dazhi threw a cigarette into his mouth and glanced at Beimang's eighteen horsemen: "What are you doing with a stupid pestle?" Go to the hospital and keep an eye on it. Lao Tzu broke one of his legs, he was going crazy, why didn't he dare bite that stinky mouth? ”

When Beimang Eighteen Cavalry heard this, the corners of his lips twitched: "Brother, aren't you going?" ”

"Lao Tzu can finally take a breath, can't I get a self-driving trip for two days?" Brother Dazhi was very angry.

"Okay." Jiang Ling twitched the corner of his mouth, not giving up an inch of land. "I'll forget it, a round trip to Binhai, plus a night with my sister-in-law, two days is just enough."

After hesitating, Jiang Ling said again: "Brother, go early and return early." I can't cover it without you..."

That stupid, but Xiahou, back then, he was arrogant, and he was faintly above his brother...

Giant horrible.

"As much as possible." Brother Dazhi took the suitcase from a correctional handsome.

Even the soft ones are ready.

Xia Hou walked on the front foot, and he ran on the back foot.

In the ambulance.

Xiahou sat on the hospital bed, and Ye Zhengting personally lit a cigarette for this master.

A few nurse sisters dressed in disguise next to her were trembling, and they didn't even dare to greet Xiahou with a band-aid...

Through the car window, Xia Hou glanced at Brother Dazhi, who had no intention of going to the hospital with him, and said indifferently: "Is he going to run?" ”

Ye Zhengting was stunned, followed Xiahou's gaze, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Maybe it's just a trip to go." ”

After hesitating, Ye Zhengting said again: "After all, he has been accompanying you inside all these years, and now I can finally take a breath, change me, and I also want to go out for a walk." ”

"Oh." Xiahou exhaled a thick cigarette and said lightly. "Find someone to stare him to death."

"This..."

Ye Zhengting said with a complicated expression: "This old guy has the best anti-tracking ability, if he finds out, it will inevitably cause unnecessary conflicts and misunderstandings..."

"So?" Xia Hou raised his eyes, his cold eyes, and glanced at Ye Zhengting.

"I'll find the best stalker to stare him to death!"

Ye Zhengting was categorical and gave an answer.

Xia Hou smoked calmly.

In his eyes, there was endless resentment.

Twenty years.

He was in prison for twenty years as the living dead.

No one knows what was going on inside him when he stepped out of prison with both feet.

"Zhang Ruoyu."

Without warning.

Xiahou spoke in a low tone, and slowly pronounced a name.

"I remember, his son is called Zhang Ruoyu."

Ye Zhengting lowered his head and lit a cigarette, as if he was deaf.

Moreover, Commander Ye listened to it clearly, and Xiahou used a declarative tone, without the slightest tone of questioning at all.

Commander Ye does not pick up the stubble, which is very reasonable.

"I want to know everything about him."

Xiahou's tone was cold and full of anger.

Ye Zhengting still didn't hear any questioning tone from this sentence.

"I want to know, why did he dare to kill my Xiahou's daughter?!"

Ye Zhengting was a little disappointed.

From Xiahou's words, he not only heard questions, but also heard the tone of exclamation.

He couldn't continue to pretend to be deaf.

"Zhang Ruoyu, the chef of Beimang for ten years..."

"Wife Han Jiangxue, the grandson-in-law of Mr. Han's granddaughter."

Ye Zhengting did everything in detail, and clearly displayed the character relationship spectrum of Zhang Ruoyu, the god of Beimang's kitchen, in front of Xiahou.

Except for Zhang Xiangbei's identity, he said everything that should be said and what should not be said.

As for Zhang Xiangbei's identity...

In terms of level, in terms of the rules of action that planned this suspended animation at that time, Ye Zhengting was neither a participant nor an executor.

He didn't know, and it was reasonable.

No one can force him to admit to knowing...

I don't know, I just don't know!

"Father Beimang Commander, mother Queen Ma, wife is the daughter of the Han family, father-in-law and mother-in-law, they are also dragons and phoenixes among people, talents in the world, and Mrs. Han, who has a calf protector, supports him..."

Xia Hou narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light flickered: "It seems that he is very confident in his relationship." ”

"This is the confidence that he dares to kill my daughter?"

Ye Zhengting took a puff of cigarette and his attitude was a little ambiguous: "Maybe, I have no personal relationship with him at all, and I am not familiar with him." ”

"Even if it's cooked, it doesn't matter." Xia Hou frowned slightly, and said with a cold gaze. "You don't have to pick everything clean, I see you tonight just to know the outside world, I don't blame you."

Ye Zhengting nodded slightly and sighed: "Actually, over the years, I have also lived in seclusion, and I don't socialize at all..."

Xia Hou lifted her trouser leg and asked the nurse to treat her wound.

One hand, but pointed to an official recruitment poster posted on the ambulance.

The conscription poster is simple in concept, and there is no superfluous design, just an extremely simple sentence: "Become a legend like Zhang Xiangbei..."

"Who is Zhang Xiangbei?"