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Thirteenth floor! Wang Ye saw a man whose back kept swaying from side to side. He walked with a limp and stepped out of the elevator directly towards the office.

"Don't come near me!" The man roared out, the Detonator in his hand.

This fellow had actually discovered it! Unexpectedly, he just wanted to knock that person out.

"Can you help me?" The man pleaded, "Help me, I need someone's help!"

"What?" "How can I help you? Tell me!" Wang Ye tried his best to stabilize the monster.

If he detonated the explosives here, he might have to burp as well. In fact, that man knew that Wang Ye would definitely chase after him.

He said, "I was a builder of this building, but my leg was broken on the construction site. The boss promised me compensation, but no one cared about me afterwards!"

"My son still wants to go to school, but my wife ran away!" When the man spoke, his mental state was on the verge of collapse.

"Calm down!" I won't hurt you! " Wang Ye knew that this guy would not make such a huge case for no reason.

"Help me collect the compensation. My son needs the money. My treatment is already in huge debt!" The man felt a bit helpless.

"Please don't be so excited. Can we go out and talk slowly if there's anything?" Wang Ye did not do anything else.

The man said, "I have nowhere to go. If I'm not wrong, the police are already downstairs. I can't live!"

With a leap, he broke through the glass window and jumped out. While he was still in mid air, the Detonator in his hands loosened its grip.

Boom!" Countless windows shattered.

Death was so dazzling and also so helpless. This person didn't have much knowledge, but he understood one thing. Only by attracting everyone's attention would he be able to achieve his goal.

"If your boss is a member of the Long family, I don't mind avenging you." Wang Ye said indifferently.

The bombing had become an unsolved case. They only knew who did it, but the accomplices couldn't find it. The suspect was dead without a complete corpse.

Wang Ye felt a bit sad. He was skilled in medicine, but he was still unable to save many people.

This man was forced to such an extent and he didn't forget about his own son. His son had set fire not only because Zhao Yan was at home, but also because Zhao Yan was dead otherwise.

He didn't want to kill anyone. He just wanted them to listen to his voice, to hear his story.

Wang Ye sighed, and the police immediately began their work.

Zhao Yan threw himself into Wang Ye's embrace, and the two of them walked out of the great pavilion as Long Qing watched everything from afar.

When he arrived at the police station, Director Zhou heaved a sigh of relief. This criminal had been defined as having committed suicide out of guilt.

Wang Ye walked to the toilet and laid out a piece of Yellow Talisman. A ghost looked at him dumbly.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

This person had just died and his soul hadn't completely converged yet. He didn't remember much during his lifetime.

"If you want revenge, go find your enemies!" Wang Ye bit his own finger, and with a light flick, a drop of blood fell on top of the gates of hell.

The ghost shook violently, the blood on his forehead disappeared, and the evil aura around his body started to converge.

He thought about everything that had happened to him, his son, his daughter.

"Thank you!" The ghost suddenly disappeared.

"You really can create evil spirits!" The old Daoist joked, "What you've done is enough for you to go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

"Then why didn't you stop me?" Wang Ye said snappily.

"Is it going to work?" The old Daoist knew that he couldn't change Wang Ye's decision.

That evil ghost must be extremely ferocious, his ghost had fused with the blood essence of a cultivator, ordinary people definitely wouldn't be able to deal with it.

Zhao Yan was not in a good condition. Along the way, he cried as he sent her to her father's residence.

"Don't cry, everything's over. I'm fine." Wang Ye said as he drove.

"Why can't I do anything! Firstly, Ah Sheng died because of me, and now that someone else has died in this explosion, I am a jinx! " Zhao Yan was sad. It was not good to continue like this.

Wang Ye stopped the car, and said: "Aren't we all still alive and well?"

After he finished speaking, Wang Ye kissed him and took the initiative to welcome him. After a while, Zhao Yan's heart felt a little better.

She needed a man to comfort her. She was just a woman, but she had experienced so much already.

In a residential area south of the city, the houses were a little old. Wang Ye saw many slogans that only a small city had.

The air here was also not bad, the moment the car stopped, Wang Ye greedily breathed in the air.

"My dad lives here!" Zhao Yan said as he pointed to a building in front of them.

A thin, middle-aged man was standing at the bottom of the building. He was doing his best to stand up straight. There was a trace of iron and blood between his brows.

"Soldiers!" Wang Ye was startled.

So it turned out that Zhao Yan's father was the deputy staff officer of the war preparation department in the southern region of China.

Wang Ye forced out a smile. When Zhao Yan's father saw him, he was still as stern as before.

"It's Little Wang!" "Come in!" Zhao Hua waved and led the way.

This building looked old, but the people who lived in this area were all government officials. The identity of the people here was not simple.

Zhao Hua did not say much. After he opened the door, Zhao Yan followed in but Wang Ye was standing at the door.

"Come in! What are you still standing there for? " Zhao Yan laughed and said: "My dad is very easy to talk to."

"We're already here. Let's have a meal together!" Zhao Hua said.

Wang Ye quickly waved his hand, and said: "I still have some matters to take care of, I will not stay, next time then!"

Zhao Hua did not stay any longer, he walked in quietly and two guards squeezed their way in in front of Wang Ye.

Just as the door closed, Wang Ye heard Zhao Hua's rebuke from within, and he said: "In the future, you are not allowed to be with someone like him.

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"Why!? He saved me! " Zhao Yan did not expect this.

"No reason, this person is about to die, there's no need to keep in touch with him. You'll know in the future!" Zhao Hua said.

Long Qing brought a group of bodyguards and rushed over, his bodyguards were holding onto many gifts, upon seeing Wang Ye here, Long Qing smiled and said: Young Master Wang, how about we have a meal together?

"Cut the crap!" Wang Ye turned and left.

Zhao Hua smiled as he opened the door for Long Qing. Wang Ye had already went downstairs.