Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

The man didn't dare to hide it and confessed it directly.

"It's a little baby, a very small baby, born not long ago."

Lou Zhe: "What happened to the child?"

"It's just pneumonia, nothing serious."

Lou Zhe: "Did you take medicine? What medicine did you take?"

The man gave the name of a medicine: "It's the best medicine with the least side effects, specially used for newborns."

Lou Zhe: "Is the child crying? Is there anyone taking care of him? Can he feed?"

The man thought to himself, what’s the problem?

How could such a young child be left unattended? What else can he eat if not milk? Is this person a fool?

"Someone was taking care of her. I didn't hear any crying. She had just eaten and fell asleep when I went there."

The child can eat, sleep and be taken care of. It seems that the bastard Doyle did not abuse the child.

Lou Zhe didn't ask any other questions and handed the man to his men to drag him out.

Mu Fucheng then came out.

"Brother, the child has pneumonia. He must have caught a cold."

Lou Zhe gritted his teeth in anger:

"I will never forgive Doyle, that beast."

Mu Fucheng's heart twitched.

Lou Zhe continued, "Don't worry, we'll be able to rescue the child soon."

He said this was very fast, but in fact another week had passed.

Mu Fucheng stayed at home for two full months just for this final blow.

The five major families in City N, led by Torres, and Lou Zhe held a secret meeting on an island.

Sitting in the main seat is Olette Torres, the current head of the Torres family.

He's only about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, and actually quite handsome, but I don't understand why he has to grow a beard.

Doyle and his gang, who received the news, had been waiting for this day.

While the meeting was in progress, the ancient and heavy door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people came in uninvited, with the muzzles of their guns pointed at Torres on the long table.

If the blond man walking in front is not Doyle, then who else could it be?

He is just someone else's gun now, so he has to be at the forefront of everything.

There were six people at the long table. Three of them stood with Doyle. Only the man next to Torres and Lou Zhe did not move.

Obviously, the three companies all stood on Doyle's side.

Torres spread his hands: "What do you mean?"

No one from those three families spoke.

Lou Zhe pointed at them angrily: "You ungrateful bastards, you actually betrayed us!"

Doyle stood up and said with a smile:

"Mr. Torres, as long as you come over, stand with us, and join us in dealing with Lou Zhe, I promise to get you off the island safely, and I will give you one-third of the Longteng Group left by Mu Fucheng."

These people believed that Mu Fucheng was dead and had been dreaming of dividing up the business empire he left behind.

Lou Zhe was delighted:

"You think you can swallow my brother's dragon? Aren't you afraid of choking to death?"

Torres looked at the three companies:

"Do you know who he is? Are you sure you want to cooperate with him?"

The three of them avoided Torres's sight at the same time.

Torres suddenly realized that this bastard Doyle might have more than just Mu Fucheng's son as hostages in his hands.

"It's unfortunate," Torres said, shaking his head. "I refuse to be associated with a wanted criminal."

Doyle's face darkened: "It is indeed unfortunate."

As a gunshot broke the tranquility of the private island, several speedboats suddenly appeared from all directions and surrounded the entire island, and several helicopters also seemed to descend from the sky.

The person who suddenly appeared worked together with Torres.

The noise was quite loud, but fortunately it didn't last long.

Mu Fucheng was wearing a black wool coat. He walked in front, followed by Chen Zheng.

Doyle stared in disbelief:

"You're not dead?"

"impossible!"