Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Chapter 645: She Is the One I Cherish Most

The piercing screams echoed in everyone’s ears, sending shivers down their spines. To break someone’s arm just like that, it must hurt so much.The tall, thin man’s arms hung limply, looking quite pathetic and truly in pain, so he couldn’t help but want to speak.

Bo Yimo chuckled softly, his eyes deepening as if a storm was brewing. "Want to talk? Too bad I don’t want to listen."

Thoughtfully, Little Nine gagged him.

After finishing the task, Little Nine silently patted himself on the back. He really was a considerate good bodyguard.

The tall, thin man thought this was it, but he didn’t know this was just the beginning, the painful beginning. From now on, his life would be spent in agony and regret.

Bo Yimo spoke indifferently, "Take him away."

It seemed the young master was really angry. This wasn’t enough; he needed to be taken back for more. It looked like this person wouldn’t have any good days ahead.

They had their own set of punishments; the methods were beyond what ordinary people could endure.

At this moment, Mr. Dong spoke up, "Little Mo, he’s my man. Just taking him away like this, isn’t it a bit..."

Bo Yimo replied nonchalantly, "Disobedient people need proper education."

Mr. Dong’s smile was a bit strained. Disobedience isn’t your place to discipline, is it? Once taken away, can the person even come back? "Isn’t it too much trouble for you? I can just educate him myself, not to bother you."

"It’s no trouble." Bo Yimo spoke indifferently.

It seemed he didn’t want to give in. But he couldn’t really go hard against the Bo Family, as there were many areas he’d rely on them in the future. However, this person knew quite a few things about the Dong Family. If he truly ended up in their hands, it would cause a lot of trouble later.

Mr. Dong weighed his options and decided to get him back, then said with a smile, "Little Mo, I’ll take him back and discipline him well, not to trouble you."

He glanced at the others, "Why are you standing there? Quickly take him over, so as not to trouble Little Mo."

The few of them didn’t dare to step forward at all, mainly because the aura was too overpowering.

Mr. Dong’s face turned unpleasant. A bunch of useless fools!

Bo Yimo’s cold voice came through, "Mr. Dong, we need to settle our account properly."

Mr. Dong’s heart skipped a beat. Mr. Dong, this was the first time he addressed him like that; usually, it was always Uncle Dong, Uncle Dong, and now the tone was so cold it was shocking.

"Little Mo, you really know how to joke, hehe, come to Uncle Dong’s house for dinner tonight."

Bo Yimo’s eyes turned cold, "She is someone I cherish dearly, even I’m careful not to touch her too hard. What does Mr. Dong mean by having her tied up?"

Mr. Dong was just about to speak when footsteps were heard from the doorway.

Mrs. Dong appeared at the door, her voice full of urgency, "Quick, draw blood, Feifei can’t hold on much longer! Husband, what are you dawdling for? If you keep dawdling, Feifei will be gone!"

Mr. Dong was taken aback. This couldn’t be. This was his daughter, whom he had cherished since childhood. How could he watch her die with open eyes? And Tong Yan was right in front. Just by reaching out, he could touch her, and if he drew her blood, Feifei would be saved.

Mr. Dong seemed possessed, unable to think of anything else, rushed straight over to grab Tong Yan, intending to snatch the syringe from the doctor’s hand, looking like he was going to do it himself, muttering incessantly, "Just a little bit of blood will do, just a little bit, don’t be so selfish..."

A dignified committee member making such a move was truly shocking, utterly shameless, disregarding everything, truly disgraceful.