Dong Haoxuan was still a bit lucky, thinking that Yang Xiaobao would not do anything to him without evidence.
Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaobao took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened the video recorded for Hu Ermao.
After Dong Haoxuan read Hu Ermao's speech, his expression changed.
"Yang Xiaobao, since you know everything, there is no need for me to hide it from you. Yes, I did it."
"Then you have to pay for it."
"Really?" Dong Haoxuan sneered, "That's not necessarily true!"
As he spoke, he took out a switchblade from his pocket and stabbed Yang Xiaobao.
Since arriving in the provincial capital, Dong Haoxuan has had the habit of carrying weapons with him. He is afraid that one day he will face Yang Xiaobao.
However, he still underestimated Yang Xiaobao's ability.
Before the switchblade touched Yang Xiaobao, Yang Xiaobao raised his leg and kicked Dong Haoxuan in the chest.
Dong Haoxuan flew out directly and hit a car.
The two girls he brought out screamed in fright and immediately ran towards the bar.
Dong Haoxuan fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood with a loud sound.
This kick cost Yang Xiaobao half his life.
"Huh, you're looking for death, so there's nothing I can do about it."
Yang Xiaobao walked over, picked up the knife Dong Haoxuan threw on the ground, and came to him.
Dong Haoxuan had a look of fear in his eyes, and he retreated backwards, but it was of no avail.
"Dong Haoxuan, what else do you have to say?"
Yang Xiaobao's eyes are sharper than this switchblade.
Dong Haoxuan muttered: "Yang Xiaobao, I was wrong, please spare my life."
"Why didn't you say something wrong when you asked Hu Ermao to deal with me?"
Dong Haoxuan laughed miserably: "Yang Xiaobao, you took my woman away, am I the only one who can do it?"
Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said calmly: "Dong Haoxuan, let me tell you one more thing: First, Ye Qing has nothing to do with you at all, it is just your wishful thinking. Second, Ye Qing and I have no such relationship either.
It’s just your wishful thinking.”
"You fart! Yang Xiaobao, I've even seen the photo of you hugging Ye Qing!" Dong Haoxuan shouted excitedly.
Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment and asked with some surprise: "Dong Haoxuan, I have never hugged Ye Qing."
Dong Haoxuan smiled sadly, shook his head and said: "Yang Xiaobao, if you say no, then there won't be. Anyway, it is what you say it is."
"Dong Haoxuan, I won't let you die for no reason. Where is that photo?"
"On my phone."
As he spoke, he opened his phone, found the photo taken by Chen Xuejun, and handed it to Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao took one look and immediately understood what was going on.
This photo was taken secretly by someone and deliberately slandered me.
"Dong Haoxuan, Ye Qing slipped and I went to help him." Yang Xiaobao threw the phone to Dong Haoxuan.
"I don't believe it."
"Believe it or not, I've already explained it to you."
After speaking, Yang Xiaobao raised the dagger in his hand.
Dong Haoxuan understood that he would definitely die this time.
"Yang Xiaobao, our Dong family will not let you go!" Dong Haoxuan made his final struggle.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Do you really think I'm afraid of your Dong family?"
As he spoke, Yang Xiaobao waved his hand and stabbed Dong Haoxuan with the knife.
Dong Haoxuan screamed and closed his eyes.
He thought that Yang Xiaobao would definitely kill him this time.
Then, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, which instantly spread throughout his body.
The parking lot echoed with Dong Haoxuan's screams like a slaughtering pig.
He thought he was dead this time, but after a while he opened his eyes and saw that his right hand had been cut off at the wrist.
Dong Haoxuan's whole body trembled when he saw the bleeding wrist.
Yang Xiaobao snorted and said to Dong Haoxuan: "Dong Haoxuan, I'm going to get around you this time. I hope you will have a better memory. If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for killing you!"
After speaking, Yang Xiaobao walked towards a listening taxi on the side of the road.
Thirty minutes later, Yang Xiaobao returned home and saw that the door to Su Guihua's bedroom was still open.
He knocked on the door: "Sister, are you still awake?"
Hearing Yang Xiaobao's voice, Su Guihua immediately said: "Xiaobao, you are back, are you okay?"
It turned out that Su Guihua was worried about herself and was the reason why she didn't sleep.
Yang Xiaobao felt warm in his heart and said quickly: "Sister, I'm fine, you can go to bed quickly."
"Okay, it's okay." Su Guihua let out a long breath.
At the same time, in the hospital, Dong Haoxuan had been pushed into the operating room.
His father Dong Zhiyong hurried over after hearing the news.
Seeing his son in the operating room, he took out his mobile phone and called Yang Hongfei.
He knew that his son had obviously gone to the bar with Yang Hongfei, but now something happened to his son and Yang Hongfei was missing.
The call was quickly connected.
"Mr. Dong, it's so late. What's the matter with calling?"
"Young Master Yang, I want to ask, do you know who beat my son Dong Haoxuan?"
Yang Hongfei was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise: "Mr. Dong, what do you mean? Something happened to Mr. Dong?"
"Yes, someone cut off one of my hands today, and I'm currently in the operating room for rescue."
"I don't know about this. I came out of the bar early and he left shortly after," Yang Hongfei said.
Dong Zhiyong sighed and nodded: "Okay, since Mr. Yang doesn't know about this, I'll hang up first."
After Yang Hongfei hung up the phone, he frowned.
He has been waiting at home for Dong Haoxuan to send someone to him. Just now he was wondering if Dong Haoxuan was playing tricks on him.
Unexpectedly, this guy had his hand cut off.
Who did this?
Is it directed at Dong Haoxuan or at himself?
Thinking of this, Yang Hongfei picked up the cell phone he had just put down and made a call.
After the call was connected, Yang Hongfei immediately said: "Let me investigate a matter."
Then Yang Hongfei told the other party what happened in the bar where he played today.
"We must find out who did it."
After Yang Hongfei finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Hospital.
Dong Zhiyong waited for nearly an hour before the doctors and nurses came out of the operating room.
Dong Zhiyong immediately came forward and asked anxiously: "Doctor, how is my son?"
"One hand is broken," the doctor said, "The rest is not serious."
After saying that, the doctor and nurse left.
Not long after, Dong Zhiyong saw his son being pushed out.
When Dong Haoxuan entered the ward, Dong Zhiyong followed suit and asked, "How are you?"
"fine."
Dong Haoxuan's face was pale and he looked frightened.
"Who did it?" Dong Zhiyong asked coldly.
Dong Haoxuan didn't want to say it at first, but when he saw the look in his father's eyes, he finally said: "Yang Xiaobao."