I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Stone in the Chunqiu Hua Mansion had experienced firsthand the power of Duanmu Liuli's beautiful legs.

Therefore, Mr. Jiang was genuinely worried about the other party.

“Mr. Leo? Mr. Leo…”

While calling out, he searched for the source of the sound, and at the same time, he didn't forget to pick up his phone to record the conversation.

Amidst broken branches and withered leaves, Leo lay flat on his back, his brilliant blond hair now a chicken coop, his expensive suit rubbing intimately against the earth, covered in dust.

"Mr. Leo?"

Boss Jiang pushed aside the bamboo and continued forward.

The other person remained motionless, with their eyes closed and no reaction. Blood slowly trickled from the corner of their mouth, and their left cheek was noticeably swollen and marked with the arch of their foot.

Oops.

Upon seeing the other party's appearance, which resembled a corpse, Boss Jiang became even more distressed, but the camera on his phone remained perfectly still.

Logically, at this point, the organizers should have been notified to call an ambulance. However, Mr. Jiang was not in a hurry. After arriving at the other party's side, he squatted down, took out his phone with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to check the other party's breath.

The worst-case scenario did not occur.

There's still air.

Although they looked pitiful, they were still alive.

I don't know if it's because Westerners are physically stronger, or if Master Duanmu's men just don't hold back.

Perhaps it's a combination of both.

"Mr. Leo!"

After confirming that the other party still had vital signs, Mr. Jiang's tension dissipated considerably. He continued to try to awaken the other party's consciousness, but to no avail. He was then forced to use his left hand again.

"Clap clap clap..."

Don't misunderstand.

It wasn't about taking advantage of someone's vulnerability to do something unspeakable in the secluded bamboo forest. Since the other party couldn't respond to verbal stimulation, they could only try physical stimulation. Boss Jiang slapped the other party's face, and very considerately slapped the uninjured half of the face.

"Clap clap clap..."

The stimulus continues to increase.

at last.

"Mmm—"

wrong.

It was a "vomiting" sound.

Thanks to Boss Jiang's timely first aid, Leo successfully regained consciousness. Like a fish that had been electrocuted, he shuddered on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of thick blood. When he opened his eyes, he saw Boss Jiang, who was about to slap him.

After a brief period of confusion.

Memories surge back.

correct.

and also--

pain.

it hurts!

Leo's pupils contracted to pinpoints, but he couldn't utter a sound; his distorted and crooked features spoke volumes.

Take a look at the original camera on your phone screen.

啧。

Even the most beautiful appearance can have its unsightly moments. These demystifying videos absolutely must not be circulated, or they could truly ruin one's image. Physiological mechanisms don't care if you're a victim or not; some things, once seen, can never be undone.

Still taking pictures?

Are you taking pictures of your mother?
Although he was robbed of his language ability by unbearable pain, there is no doubt that, according to Chinese tradition, Mr. Jiang's ancestors for eighteen generations, who was still holding a mobile phone in his face at this moment, should have received a warm greeting.

"Are you feeling alright, Mr. Leo? Is anything bothering you?"

＊&##！

The veins on his temples were bulging; if he weren't completely unable to move at that moment, he would have pounced on him and fought him to the death.

Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth.

But don't be nervous.

The traffic is not high.

At this level, there is certainly no immediate danger to their lives.

"Do you need me to help you up?" That's a good question.

Don't ask again next time.

“Fuck you and your whole family”

Syllable after syllable, slowly and laboriously squeezed out from between Leo's teeth.

Mr. Jiang, who was listening attentively, frowned slightly.

How do you swear?
However, the other party was clearly in a state of mental confusion at the time, so he didn't bother with it.

"There's more blood, Mr. Leo. Don't get agitated. Calm down and catch your breath..."

Knowing it could easily cause further injury, Boss Jiang didn't blindly try to move the other person, but guided them instead: "Like this, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..."

Fuck you and your whole family
Stop trying to be kind.

She's about to faint again.

Seeing that the bleeding wouldn't stop, Boss Jiang reached into his pocket, took out a tissue, and helped the other person wipe away the blood. He could sense that the other person was very unwilling and wanted to resist and struggle, but their body wouldn't obey him and their head couldn't move at all.

Leo seemed to realize his situation as well, no longer preoccupied with personal grudges; his pupils dilated, filled with panic.
"My head... what's wrong with my head?"

No.

Dude.

Listen to what you're saying.

This kind of sentence structure is really scary, okay?

Mr. Jiang, who was wiping his mouth, stopped and gently comforted him, "Don't be afraid, your head is still intact."

Leo ignored him, his eyes darting left and right, clearly intending to turn his head away.

"My head..."

Look.

There is no distinction between high and low, noble and base, among people, or rather, among human nature.

Regardless of skin color or status, when gripped by extreme fear, people will lose their composure and become ugly.

Since the other person had made the request, Boss Jiang looked at his head from left to right, not daring to move it. After carefully observing the angle between his neck and head, he reassured him again, "Don't be afraid, it's probably just a stiff neck."

Warm and caring.

"I swear, you will pay the price, a terrible price!"

Leo stared at the phone camera and let out a ferocious and morbid "roar".

He was indeed out of his mind.

They completely disregarded the current situation of both sides.

Let alone Mr. Jiang, a healthy and strong adult male, even a child who has not yet developed a sense of shame could easily stand on his head and urinate at this moment.

Fortunately, he was not sober, but Boss Jiang was sober and unwilling to argue with a guy who was more broken than physically and mentally.

“Mr. Leo, you need to get one thing straight: I’m here to help you. I’m not the one you were fighting with.”

After explaining, Boss Jiang paused, then, in a remarkably convincingly bewildered tone, said:

"I just didn't expect that Mr. Leo couldn't even beat a woman."

Are you polite?

Fuck you!

Baka yarou!
If you're so good, then you do it!
The blood flowed faster again. Boss Jiang repaid evil with kindness and wiped the other person's wounds one last time. Then he threw away the red-stained tissue, propped himself up on his knees, and stood up.

"Since Mr. Leo doesn't need my help, I'll take my leave. Mr. Leo, please rest here for a while."

What?

Want to take a break?
Boss Jiang wasn't just putting on airs. Leo's current demeanor was enough to show that Boss Jiang was definitely not the type to put on airs. If he said he'd beat you up, he really would. So when he said he was leaving, he really left.

"Click".

As the fallen leaves were crushed and he walked out of the bamboo forest, he finally pressed the stop button with satisfaction, ending the filming.

The Taoist nun, who seemed to possess an otherworldly and ethereal air, stood there.

Boss Jiang walked over without making a sound and came to her side. The peaceful fragrance diluted the lingering smell of blood.

"The opponent has lost the ability to continue fighting."

He grabbed the Taoist nun's wrist, then raised it high, like a referee, and shouted with a bright smile and booming voice:

"We are the champions!" (End of Chapter)