Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around! Chapter 859 – Ask Your Little Girlfriend Not To Worry

Chapter 859: Ask Your Little Girlfriend Not To Worry

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

As long as he didn’t kill anyone, as long as it was something that could be settled with money, it was nothing serious!

However, that good-for-nothing bastard actually had the guts to offend Third Master Hou. Why did he have to provoke him? No matter how wealthy he was, he wasn’t as rich as Third Master Hou! He wasn’t as powerful as Third Master Hou’s background in the underworld either!

If something did happen, he could only accept it!

A car moved towards the direction of its home while another car moved towards the empty piece of land behind Hotel Caesar. In one car, Yao Jing was screaming crazily. As for the other car, it had already stopped moving. Boss Luo, his wife, and the chauffeur took their torchlights and found Luo Ran who laid unconscious among the dried grass.

“Son, Son, wake up, wake up. Don’t scare me. Don’t scare Mom. Son, Son, don’t scare Mom. Don’t scare me.” Mother Luo hugged Luo Ran who was pale in his face and his lips. She cried until she herself almost fainted.

The chauffeur carefully stuck his finger under his boss’s son’s nose to check his breathing. Then, he whispered to his boss whose fats were shaking as he trembled. “Boss, he is still breathing… I think he just fainted. Let’s carry him into the car first.”

“He’s still breathing?” Boss Luo was from the Guangdong Province. In his early days, he had a car accident and lost his reproductive ability. If that wasn’t the case, why would their family treat Luo Ran like their little ancestor? They had no choice. Luo Ran was the only descendant of the family. There was no chance for them to have another child anymore so they could only dote on him.

The chauffeur nodded profusely. “Yes, he is breathing. I checked if he was bleeding… Only this part is.” The chauffeur, who was around forty years old, pointed at Luo Ran’s neck. “He had been strangled but besides this, he doesn’t seem to be hurt.”

The chauffeur’s surname was Luo too. He was from the village where Boss Luo was born.

Under his reminder, Boss Luo stuck out two of his fingers and placed them under his son’s nose… He was really breathing! He was fine! Third Master Hou showed mercy on him!

“Why are you still crying? Hurry up and carry our son into the car! Call your cousin who’s studying medicine to come over and examine our son!” Their son was still alive. Their family’s legacy could still be carried on. Boss Luo was so happy he pushed his wife away and bent down in an attempt to carry Luo Ran up. He tried twice but both times, he got blocked by his huge beer belly. He could only order his chauffeur, “Hurry up and carry my son into the car. Let’s get into the car first. Hurry!”

Everything was fine as long as he was alive!

If he was dead, he could only accept his fate! He had no other choice!

At this moment, Boss Luo didn’t want to stay here anymore. He wanted to leave. He wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

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The BMW with a local car plate number sped away from the hotel. Within two minutes, Hou Zi, who was wearing a loose bathrobe that revealed his strong and sturdy chest, received a call from his subordinate. He acknowledged the report without much enthusiasm and hung up.

He turned and poured some red wine into a crystal wine decanter with a flat belly and thin neck. He shook the decanter slowly as he walked to the sofa and sat down. “Everything is settled. The person has already been brought home. You can tell your little girlfriend that she doesn’t have to worry anymore.”

The red wine in the decanter was slowly poured into a crystal goblet. Xia Jinyuan, who was also wearing the loose white bathrobe from the hotel, took the crystal glass of red wine and held it towards Hou Zi. “Thank you, Brother Zi.”

“Why are you thanking me? Even if I didn’t appear today, your little girlfriend would be able to settle everything.” Hou Zi wasn’t drunk now. He sat on the dark-colored sofa energetically with his long legs crossed. He smiled and sighed. “My subordinates said that those small gangsters were really in a mess. There were seven of them. Four of them got struck by a bronze dart in their left hand and a dagger in their right hand. Everyone’s arm was dislocated. They were twisted like noodles.”