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"Remember something?"

"Tonight, one of Ye Zhenguo's bodyguards called me, offering thirty thousand yuan to rough up some ungrateful punk."

Yang Ming's smile was icy, "And then?"

"The guy wanted to teach the punk a lesson—have a few goons visit his place, smash up the door, the TV, stuff like that. No one was supposed to get hurt, not yet anyway."

Typical Ye Zhenguo