In more than ten minutes, the Rolls-Royce was almost dismantled.
And the dozen police detectives who were originally excited looked extremely pale.
Soon, the lead in the instigator came back and whispered: "Mr. Zhang, there is nothing!"
Zhang Murphy's face changed slightly and he shouted: "This is impossible!"
After saying that, Zhang Murphy rushed forward and grabbed Ye Hao's square calligraphy and painting.
After a while of pulling, Zhang Murphy shouted at Ye Hao in anger: "Where is the head coach's sword?"
“Where is it?”
“It cannot be missed!”
This thing is so important that it has other functions in addition to being used to frame and frame.
If you really can't find it, you can't even pay for it by chopping off his head.
"I said, "I don't know what the head coach has a sword, and I'm not interested."
"As for you, I'm hiding something in calligraphy and paintings, are you funny, ah?"
Ye Hao's expression was indifferent.
"I bought this calligraphy and painting just when I went out in the morning. Could it be that the antique shop will also come with such good things?"
"Okay, now you are about to remove my car and you haven't found what you want."
"You, Zhang Murphy, should you give me an explanation?"
He Fengsheng's eyes were strange, and then he remembered the ashes thrown by Ye Hao just opened the window, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.
An almost impossible thought emerged in his mind.
"A bastard named Ye!"
"You stole my head coach's sabre!"
"You want me to give you an explanation now?"
Zhang Murphy roared in a pale face.
"Take me out quickly!"
"Otherwise, I will never let you go!"
This thing was clearly in his hands in the morning, but he took it out in order to cooperate with Ye Jiutian's plan.
And just now, Ye Shaokun looked confident that the thing had been placed in the square painting, so how could he not find it at this moment?
Zhang Murphy spent so long to lie on firewood and taste gall, and finally waited for a chance, a chance to take revenge on Ye Hao.
He could not accept his return without success, nor could he accept his ending like this.
The most important thing is that if the head coach loses his sword, he will not be able to compensate him even if he cuts off his head.
"My surname is Ye, please give me the sword back quickly!"
At this time, Zhang Murphy had lost control. He snatched the firearm from an instigator's hand, pressed against Ye Hao's forehead, and shouted: "Give me the thing back!"
"Otherwise, I'll shoot you to death!"
"Click--"
Without waiting for the others to react, Ye Hao stretched out his right hand and broke it casually.
With his movements, Zhang Murphy's arm was broken in an instant.
"ah--"
A shrill scream came out, and Zhang Murphy twitched in pain, and he instantly began to roll on the ground.
A group of people looked at this scene in amazement. No one expected that Ye Hao would dare to take action directly and sack one of Zhang Murphy's arms in public.
A group of guards from the Hong Kong Gambling Yemen looked at this scene and looked hesitant. They wanted to intervene but were dismissed by a personal grudge with Fengsheng.
"Let's go."
Ye Hao ignored the eyes of everyone in the venue, asked the driver to hold the gift, and then turned around and walked towards the gate of Ye Manor Manor.
Several inquirers who hesitated to come up to block the road were kicked away by Ye Hao, and Ye Hao was in the limelight for a moment.
In just one hour, two major events happened.
Whether it is slapping Ye Shaokun in the face or breaking Zhang Murphy's hand, it can be said to be arrogant and domineering, and it can be said to be completely unwilling to give Hong Kong a gamble on Yemen.
Since ancient times, no one has dared to do this in the two cities in Hong Kong.