Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"Get out! Get all of them out!"

Following the boss' instructions, the bodyguard stepped forward hesitantly.

As soon as the ID was shown in the hand, the hesitant steps came to a sudden halt.

The leading bodyguard took a look at the documents and said to the red-eared Wen Rong in embarrassment: "Boss, these documents are all real, they really are..."

"Impossible! Impossible!!!"

It is still the same ups and downs of the magnificent melody. One moment it was like the soundtrack of a heroic epic setting off the big names on the stage, and the next moment it became the background song of an absurd drama.

The guests in the audience quickly shut their mouths.

No one wants to miss even half a second.

Every pair of eyes was staring at the stage in amazement, wishing they were in the first row so they could use their eyes to turn into high-definition cameras to magnify and record every detail on the stage.

The only sound in the venue was solemn chanting.

And Wen Rong's piercing and loud roar became an unparalleled performance in this chant.

"impossible!"

He used the cane to force the police to let go of his hands, and the silver handcuffs were swung wildly by him: "If you are not fakes, then you must be mistaken!!!"

He took several steps back, pointing the tip of his cane at the uninvited guests, and his voice became shrill: "You'd better leave here immediately and go back to check it out! After you figure out the mistake, I will make you apologize to me in person! And you have to apologize to me on the public platform! And I will never forgive your slander against me! - Do you know how terrible this slander is?! I never dreamed in my life that one day I would be played such a ridiculous joke!!! You..."

"Mr. Wen Rong!"

The leader frowned impatiently: "The son of Wen Shengtian, the father of Wen Can, the husband of Chi Wandao, the newly appointed chairman and legal representative of Wen Group - if these are you, then we have not arrested the wrong person! You are suspected of killing your wife and your son, and you have also committed several economic crimes..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Wen Rong roared, and walked back and forth on the stage, his handcuffs jingling as he danced, looking in a certain direction in the crowd: "My son is right there! He's standing there intact! How can I kill him?!"

"You attempted murder against Wen Can!" With a loud shout like an explosion, "He failed to die with his mother seven years ago, so you caused a car accident a year ago that crippled him! The perpetrator who fled abroad has been arrested! The account flow and his testimony can prove it! If you have any objections, go to the procuratorate! Now! Follow us!"

"You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense!!"

He yelled hysterically at the police, as if as long as his voice was loud enough he could create an indestructible barrier to block out this horrific scene. His entire face turned red like a tomato that was about to swell and explode.

"It's no use telling us this! You..."

"Do you know how much I love my wife and son? Do you know what a good person I am?"

He walked around on the stage, waving his cane to prevent people from getting close to him, and he refused to get close to anyone. Anxiety and confusion filled the body that was well-dressed, elegant and calm a moment ago. He seemed to be completely immersed in his own world: "Chi Wandao is dead, she is dead, she died in a car accident - that car accident, no one in the world would hate that car accident more than me! If I were given the chance, I would rather let myself die in her place! I have missed her day and night for seven years and I will keep missing her! No one loves her more than me!! What are you telling me now? That I killed her? Haha, hahaha, this is ridiculous, too funny!"

"And my son. I admit that I am a little estranged from him because of his mother's death, but that's because we have experienced the most painful loss together, so we don't want to see each other's faces for the time being! But my wife is dead, and the last person I love most in this world is him! Wen Can is my only son, my only child! He is my pride! He has grown up on my neck since he was a child! You tell me I want to kill him! Or kill him by causing a car accident? You are crazy, you are crazy..."

From a long distance, he finally stopped, holding up his cane and looking at the uniformed people opposite him with great concentration.

He said seriously: "You are absolutely mistaken. No one in the world would believe such a ridiculous slander."

He seemed to calm down, and suddenly turned back into the calm and composed ruler: "I have been doing charity for decades, I have been married for thirty years, I have loved my wife for thirty years, and my son for twenty-eight years - I have countless evidence to prove that I love them deeply, and that I am a good person who only does charity. As for your evidence, I can guarantee that it is absolutely false and absurd, and it is a deliberate frame-up by others!"

"It's no use saying this."

Someone couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward: "Follow us! Resisting arrest is an even greater crime!"

Wen Rong watched the man stride towards him.

His pupils trembled violently in his eye sockets, but he took a deep, deep breath and calmly extended his hand: "Then take me away - you will soon prove my innocence and send me back in person. Then, I demand a public apology from all of you - including your superiors and the prosecutor who signed this arrest warrant! !"

A low, cold sneer came from the uniformed crowd.

Wen Rong held his head high and chest puffed out, his whole body as stiff as a tree that had been struck by lightning but did not fall. He allowed the fire to burn inside his skin, but his appearance remained straight as he allowed another handcuff to be put on his wrist.

A click——

The cold metal rings locked his hands.

The melody of the goddess of fate still echoes in the cold yet boiling air.

Wen Rong held his head high and walked gracefully along with the policemen to the stage.

A crowd of noble and well-dressed people made way for him one by one, like Moses parting the sea.

He looked into the eyes of every person he passed by. Everyone stared at him silently and complicatedly, staring at the handcuffs on his hands, but he did not avoid them. He was like a brave warrior with his back and neck straight - he even nodded slightly to the guests passing by.

Some people shrugged their faces involuntarily and avoided his gaze with an expression of indescribable contempt, as if they were avoiding a piece of shit.

Wen Rong's upright and proud steps suddenly stopped.

That perfect expression seemed to have been cracked by a nail.

And the next moment, he passed by the face he least wanted to see and hated the most tonight.

Ye Kong.

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