"I just recognized it."

Dillon smiled.

As Zhao Qingmei's right-hand man, he appeared on many important occasions. At the same time, he was the five-time Sanda champion, martial arts champion, and boxing champion of Changning. His fame is not small in itself.

At this moment, Zhang Zhe was a little panicked.

"Brother Long, why are you arresting me? I have no grudges against you, and our Zhang family has no grudges against the richest man, Zhao."

"You have offended the Lord, yet you dare to say that there is no grudge!"

"Who is the Lord?"

Di Long did not hesitate, took out his mobile phone and said: "Next, I will take a video and give it to Zhang Tianlong, so you can ask for help as much as you want."

"What?"

Before Zhang Zhe could react, a bucket of chili pepper water was poured on him.

Ahhh!

The shrill screams soared into the sky.

The whip was struck again and again, Zhang Zhe's skin was torn apart...

"ah!"

"Stop fighting, I'm going to die... Wuwuwu, Dad, save me, save me..."

"Spare my life!"

While shouting, Zhang Zhe accidentally saw two figures in the corridor not far away. They were Ye Fan and Zhao Qingmei.

Moreover, Zhao Qingmei stood respectfully beside Mark.

boom!

In an instant, Zhang Zhe's mind buzzed.

The so-called Lord is...Ye Fan?

Even Zhao Qingmei succumbs to him?

Zhang Zhe understood.

Everything is understood.

A wave of despair surged into my heart, and endless regret surged out - it's over! The Zhang family is over!

In great panic, Zhang Zhe rolled his eyes and fainted.

Ti Long came to Ye Fan, handed over his mobile phone, and asked: "Lord, take a look, do you need to add anything else?"

"Okay, send it to Zhang Tianlong."

"By the way, tell him that I will take Zhang Zhe to visit him at noon tomorrow and ask him to wash his neck and wait."
Chapter completed!