Seeing that everyone was looking over, Zhao Dong took out his cigarette case from his pocket and put a crumpled cigarette in his mouth. Perhaps it was because he was pulling on the wound, which made his movements a little awkward.
After taking a deep breath, he said in a hoarse voice, "President Wang, right? I'm sorry, they may not be able to get out."
Wang Hengsheng's nerves tightened, "What do you mean by this?"
Zhao Dong held a cigarette and pointed inside, "I mean... you may have to ask someone to carry them out!"
Although I understand what Zhao Dong means, but...how is this possible?
Wang Hengsheng raised his eyebrows and strode into the box.
He was someone who had seen scenes of strong winds and waves, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
The security guards of the Royal Court Club were lying on the floor in various directions, most of them had fainted, and the remaining few were also crying incessantly, with their noses and faces swollen, some covering their arms, and some holding their legs.
Among them, there was one unlucky guy who was the worst. He looked miserable, his face had been beaten into a pig's head, one of his arms was broken, and his bones were vaguely visible.
Wang Hengsheng recognized him and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not his subordinate.
But after thinking about it, his face looked particularly gloomy. Since he was not a subordinate, he was a guest.
Is there a guest who was beaten up like this on the grounds of the Royal Court Club?
Wang Hengsheng suppressed the anger in his heart. This result made it even more difficult for him to accept. It was tantamount to a slap in his face and the face of the entire Imperial Court Club!
On the one hand, it's embarrassing, but on the other hand, it takes the whole thing to another level.
Huangting Club has always paid attention to safety and privacy. If there is no reasonable explanation for this matter today, who will dare to come to Huangting for consumption in the future?
However, Wang Hengsheng did not take a position immediately because this matter was somewhat beyond his initial expectations and he had to weigh the importance.
Of course he doesn't care about the little Zhao Dong, so what if he can fight again? The entire imperial court's security guards rushed up, but he was not the God of War, so he still got down!
But the key is the attitude of the Su family, or to be precise, Aunt Mei’s attitude!
Wang Hengsheng didn't care about the Su family, otherwise he wouldn't have acquiesced in this incident. He just didn't want to be at odds with Aunt Mei because of this incident.
He was even thinking about how to get the most benefit from this matter?
When Wang Hengsheng exited the box, his expression turned obviously ugly.
Aunt Mei didn't know why, and soon she saw people being carried out of the box one after another.
To say that Zhao Dong was embarrassed, the fate of these guys can simply be described as miserable.
Almost all of his body was covered with injuries, some were bruises, some were broken by glass cuts, and a few had their heads apparently opened with wine bottles.
One of the guys was the worst. Not only did he have his arm broken, but he also had several broken ribs.
Even with Aunt Mei's determination, she couldn't help but look surprised. Could it be that Zhao Dong did all this?
One person beat up seven or eight security guards at the Royal Court Club?
Aunt Mei didn't understand the articulation and subconsciously looked at A Jun behind her.
Ajun shook his head and showed a solemn expression.
Aunt Mei understood what he meant, and he could do it, but it would never be as easy as Zhao Dong.
Because Aunt Mei had already noticed at this time that although Zhao Dong looked miserable, except for a few minor injuries, there was no damage at all.
Most of the blood stains on his body belonged to others.
As for the smell of urine, there is no need to explain it. The guy who was carried out at the end explained everything!
It's just that Aunt Mei couldn't understand what kind of deep hatred could make Zhao Dongxia be so cruel?