After completing the loan procedures, Li Ye walked out of the bank while making calls.
"Hello, Zhou Ziqing, notify Lu Zhizhang right now. Have him pick thirty agile, quick-witted people and prepare to head southwest with me.
Don't worry about the plane tickets. I'll have someone buy them. And don't worry about General Manager Ma either. Even if he doesn't agree, I'm going."
"Hello, Sis, book at least thirty plane tickets to the southwest, the nearest flight available. Also, have the people over there prepare a few vehicles for me.
It's nothing major. Several workers from my factory are about to be beaten to death. I'm going over to collect their bodies."
Cong Jinhong had been closely following behind Li Ye, listening to his calls. When she heard that last sentence, her heart suddenly pounded for no reason.
What did he mean by "collect their bodies"? Why did it sound so steeped in the jianghu?
She hurried forward a few steps, catching an opening to stop Li Ye. "Comrade Li Ye, you may have misunderstood. Those two workers are only injured. It hasn't reached the point of... collecting bodies."
"Not at the point of collecting bodies?"
Li Ye spun around and demanded of Cong Jinhong, "The information you received was from last night, wasn't it?
Your people stabbed my men, illegally detained them, and wouldn't let them go to the hospital. You left those two injured men to die in your factory hospital. If they hadn't gone into cardiac shock this morning, they'd be corpses by now!"
Cong Jinhong was startled, her face turning deathly pale. "How could this have happened? Old Weng just told me those two workers had suffered a little superficial injury!"
"Heh, Sister Cong, even now, you're still helping them lie to me?"
Li