"There are thieves, there are thieves!"

Several bodyguards changed their complexion and turned on the headlights outside the door.

As soon as the banquet hall lit up, the Japanese were almost scattered.

"Ito San!"

Ito covered his chest and fell to the ground with a bang. His face turned pale and he seemed to want to speak, but he didn't say a word. In a blink of an eye, he was inhaled and did not breathe, and he was about to die.

The Japanese rushed up and rushed to help Ito Shunsuke, while other guests called out to the sky and the earth, and rushed around.

Yang Yuying also exclaimed, and threw herself on the table. When she hit the candlestick, the flames flew over and lit the table of paintings and paper.

Mr. Zhu was squeezed away from the table and saw Yang Yuying's painting burning from a distance. He felt so distressed: "Oh!"

This painting is both good and has allusions. It is a masterpiece that is very suitable for collection. After today, there are probably many wealthy Chinese businessmen who want to buy it.

Well, Mr. Zhu's main business is an economist.

"How much money has this ruined?"

Mr. Zhu just complained inwardly, at least he was concerned about his face. Several of the others around him subconsciously went to rescue the painting first, and the scene became even more chaotic for a while.

Inoue was talking to someone on the second floor. When he heard the movement, he went downstairs. When he saw the situation, he buzzed in his mind.

"I won't look at Mr. Ito!"

Inoue's face turned pale.

If it weren't for the cocktail party held by Commander Song, the guests would definitely not be able to bring weapons, and he would have the intention to kill people.

In chaos, the ambulance finally arrived.

When Ito Shunsuke was pushed into the car, Yang Yuying took a look.

If it can be rescued, then the Hall of Hell was opened by the Ito family.

Inoue watched the ambulance go away, listened to the people below with a gloomy face, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Yang Yuying.

Yang Yuying deliberately showed a little worry and walked over slowly without shyness: "Mr. Ito is sick? Is it too hard to be a doctor and just treat others so much that she forgot to pay attention to his own body?"

The above well was sunny and he squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the little girl in front of him.

Ito suddenly fell ill, as if it was an accident, but it also seemed like she had tampered with it.

Not to mention suspicion, she should die if this girl provokes them like this.

"Let's go back, it's late, I'll go to bed early."

Commander Song came here in person to add a cloak to Yang Yuying, and didn't even look at Inoue.

Yang Yuying still comforted the other party enthusiastically: "Our doctors are all doctors and parents, and they will do their best. Please rest assured."

"Go away."

Before she could finish talking, she was urged to go out and get in the car.

The guests also scattered.

Xiao Zhenli was not far from Sihai Hotel, her cold sweat had not yet faded, and she was full of confusion.

Nothing to him?

The inkstone was broken so hard that they didn't know where they were. Even the Japanese could not doubt him.

There are countless people ahead of him who are more suspicious!

Is anyone infiltrated during the dark light?

There is also that lady who is afraid that she will be remembered by the Japanese.

Xiao Zhen got into his friend's car in a daze. The two of them looked at each other, and they were both surprised and relieved.

I was only worried about the lady.

Commander Song sent Yang Yuying home, but he didn't say anything. Song Yu looked at her with surprise from time to time.
Chapter completed!