After Sima Jian was beaten and drank poison, he had already given Ye Qiu a new definition: the devil. He knew that this man could do anything. Moreover, he quickly found a reason for himself: Ye Qiu was a powerless hillbilly, and his identity was so noble. If you resist him, it is not cost-effective. His life is too valuable, so he can only temporarily succumb to him.

Under such psychological comfort, Sima Jian's heart was a little more balanced. Raised his head and stared at Ye Qiu and said, "Ye Qiu, as long as one day my poison is cured, I will make you regret coming to this world." ”

"You seem to have gotten one thing wrong. Ye Qiu said with a smile: "The premise you said is that one day your poison is cured." But what if he can't solve it?"

Sima Jian was angry.

"Also, Master Sima, I've been here for a long time, and you don't even get anything to eat. This isn't hospitality, is it?" Ye Qiu said after drinking a cup of tea.

Sima Jian snorted coldly, but still obeyed Ye Qiu's order and ordered the people outside to serve the food. And his whole person, almost like a walking corpse, was completely on the verge of collapse.

"I will tell you the whereabouts of Han Xiangzi. After recovering his spirit a little, Sima Jian opened his mouth and said, "When will you give me the antidote?"

"It's up to you. Ye Qiu smiled faintly.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the box. Ye Qiu frowned and looked at Sima Jian.

"What's the matter?" Sima Jian had no choice but to ask.

"Young Master Sima, the dish is ready, do you want to serve it now?" Outside, the voice of the waitress came.

Seeing Ye Qiu nodded, Sima Jian spoke, "Come on." ”

As soon as the words fell, four tall women in white cheongsams walked in with dishes. However, they didn't dare to look up at Sima Jian at all, for fear that they would see his down-and-out appearance in their eyes and be punished by him afterwards.

After the dishes were served, Ye Qiu took out some of the dishes from each dish and put them in front of Sima Jian, and said, "Come on, Master Sima, let's put the gentleman first and then the villain." ”

Sima Jian was helpless, so he just ate the dishes sandwiched in front of him like a guinea pig. His entire cheeks were high and swollen, and his two teeth were also knocked away by Ye Qiu. Eating at this moment is simply a cruel torture. However, he was afraid that Ye Qiu would do something to him here, so he had to endure the pain and eat those dishes.

Seeing that Sima Jian had no reaction after eating the food, Ye Qiu went to eat with confidence. The people outside probably also took this into account, so they didn't dare to do anything in the dishes. Otherwise, Sima Jian would have been lying in the treasure chest at this time.

Seeing that Ye Qiu was actually in such a mood to enjoy the delicious food, Sima Jian really had the urge to kill him in his heart. However, it's just a thought. When he thought about his skills, he ran out of ideas.

After being full of wine and food, Ye Qiu got up from his seat and said to Sima Jian, "Let's go, Young Master Sima." Let's send it to school. ”

At this time, Wen Zehui, the security captain who had been waiting at the door of the box, immediately walked into the room and said to Ye Qiu with a smile on his face: "This gentleman, our young master is injured, it may not be too convenient to drive. Shall I drive you back?"

When he spoke, he hunched his waist slightly, with a respectful smile on his face, for fear of accidentally offending the young man in front of him who didn't know the details.

"No need. Just let him drive. Ye Qiu said without refusal. He looked at Sima Jian, who was confused and didn't know what he was thinking, and said, "I don't think you will refuse, right?"

"No, it won't. Sima Jian said.

"Good. Let's go, then. Ye Qiu said.

After speaking, he picked Sima Jian up from the chair, and then pushed him to the front, and he followed closely behind. Outside the box, all the security guards of Yipinju gathered together, and more than a dozen black-clothed people brought by Sima Jian were also waiting outside at the moment. Watching Ye Qiu push Sima Jian out of the box, they could only retreat again and again, tightly surrounding Ye Qiu and Sima Jian in the middle.

Ye Qiu lit a red river and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, then held a cigarette in one hand, put the other on Sima Jian's back, and said with a smile: "Master Sima, you said that these subordinates of yours, will they save you later?"

Sima Jian just walked forward stiffly, and at this time he was controlled by Ye Qiu in his hands, and it seemed that he was just holding his shoulder, and he could twist his neck at any time. Therefore, he didn't dare to make any changes, let alone secretly give his subordinates a look or something.

In this way, Ye Qiu walked forward with Sima Jian's shoulder, walked out of the small courtyard, and came to the top of the corridor. At the corner of the return door and the corridor, Wen Zehui, who had been leading the way in front, suddenly turned around and smashed Ye Qiu's face door with a fist.

At the same moment, as if they had agreed, the black-clothed bodyguard who yelled at Ye Qiu before also kicked at Ye Qiu from behind. The sound of sharp footsteps seemed to break through the air.

Faced with the sudden attack, Ye Qiu violently pushed Sima Jian forward, just in front of him, forcing Wen Zehui to hastily withdraw his fist. At the same time, Ye Qiu's body bowed slightly, rotated backwards one hundred and eighty degrees, and slammed his right elbow backwards.

His speed was fast and ruthless, and with a dull sound, the black-faced man was hit in the chest by Ye Qiu.

"Howling ......"

The black-faced man screamed miserably, and his body involuntarily fell to the ground, and then covered his chest with his hand, which had already been kicked and a rib had been broken.

Wen Zehui and the black-faced man have long had a tacit understanding, attacking one after the other, and completing it in a flash.

Ye Qiu's reaction speed was too fast, and he used Sima Jian's body to block Wen Zehui, and it was only a matter of blink of an eye to spin and retreat to seriously injure the black-faced man.

The transition between the hallway and the doorway is so narrow that no one else can surround it. The black-faced man was knocked to the ground, Ye Qiu didn't even look back, and with the help of the whirling force just now, he made a 180-degree reverse rotation again, and grabbed one of Sima Jian's arms before he could completely escape.

Just now, he pushed Sima Jian out and blocked Wen Zehui's fist. And Sima Jian took advantage of this opportunity to rush forward, wanting to escape Ye Qiu's coercion, so as to catch Ye Qiu. It's just that Ye Qiu's speed is too fast. As soon as he pounced forward, Ye Qiu had already grabbed his arm and pulled it back.

And Wen Zehui, who had already caught up, also grabbed half of Sima Jian's body and hugged him tightly, not letting Ye Qiu pull him back.

"Let go. Ye Qiu looked at Wen Zehui with a cold face and said.