She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu: “…” Someone’s dead, and you come to watch the fun. No wonder you’re stationed in the psychiatric ward!

"What about you? Why are you here?" Chen Yuting pretended not to notice that Manshu was rolling his eyes.

"I'll come too, to watch the fun?"

Manshu's answer made Chen Yuting laugh.

He came here, of course, because someone died here.

He felt particularly comfortable staying in a place where people had died.

Manshu didn't know, so he just asked him, "How long have you been there? Did the person being rescued inside really die? Did the doctor tell you the cause of death?"

When Chen Yuting saw her asking this, he knew that she came specifically for the people inside.

Deliberately ignoring the powerful aura behind her, he pointed at one of the middle-aged male doctors who wore glasses, had gray hair, and looked gentle and elegant.

"Go ask him."

That was the attending doctor who participated in the rescue.

Manshu looked in the direction Chen Yuting was looking and saw that the doctor was surrounded by several people. He was obviously exhausted, but still unable to move.

Both sides want the doctor to give an explanation.

Mr. Huang wants the doctor to prove that King’s death was related to Xu Wang.

Zhu Er's people want the doctor to prove that King's death was an accident.

Ruptured organs and a severe blow to the head, how could this be an accident?

However, the doctor cannot prove that the death is related to another boxer, so a forensic doctor must be consulted to determine the cause of death.

Dr. Lu suggested: "If you two have any objections to the patient's death, you might as well call the police as soon as possible."

This is a very reasonable suggestion.

But as soon as Dr. Lu mentioned calling the police, the faces of both parties turned unhappy.

How could I call the police? If I called the police, would the club still be able to operate?

Huang Shengli didn't want to call the police either. Although he wanted to make a profit, he didn't want to deal with the police.

Every industry has its own rules.

If he breaks the rules, he won't be able to survive in this industry.

Besides, if he really called the police, what could he use to threaten the boss behind the boxing club and how could he get the land back?

While both parties had their own ulterior motives, they didn't know that someone had already called the police for them.

Zhu Er came out of Xu Wang's ward and the worry on his face disappeared.

He called his boss expressionlessly: "Boss, Xu Wang has not agreed yet. He seems unable to accept that he beat King to death."

"Take him to see King's body." The boss suggested coldly.

Zhu Er hesitated: "This is not good. I think he is very shocked. What if he never recovers from this? Wouldn't that be counterproductive?"

"It's actually a good thing for someone who can't be used by me to be unable to recover." The boss chuckled twice, "Zhu Er, you are not soft-hearted towards him, are you?"

"Boss, I just..." If you say Zhu Er is soft-hearted, he doesn't exist.

He only cares about money.

But Xu Wang was the one who helped him after all, so he was somewhat grateful to Xu Wang.

But the other party was unwilling to continue staying in the club, which made him very distressed.

Having enjoyed the benefits brought by Xu Wang, Zhu Er naturally did not want to miss out on such a money-making machine.

The one who doesn't want to let go even more than him is the boss behind the club.

In Xu Wang's place, Zhu Er usually plays the good guy and the boss plays the bad guy.

"Okay, I know what you mean."

The boss obviously knows Zhu Er very well.

His request remained unchanged, and he asked Zhu Er to take Xu Wang to see King's body.

As for whether the young man could withstand the blow of being beaten to death, it was not within the boss's consideration at all.

Of course, if the other party is willing to be a tool to make money, he can protect him.

Before Zhu Er finished talking to his boss, he received a series of life-threatening calls from his subordinates.