Yang Ke saw everyone out of the Luanhe Town police station. As the cars of the others left, the smile on his face gradually faded before finally turning ashen.
"Boss Fang, what on earth is going on? What do you mean by this? Do you have any idea what kind of trouble this could cause me?"
Fang Haiyang, knowing he was in the wrong, quickly stepped forward with an apologetic smile. "Young Brother Yang, I didn't expect that damned beast to actually know medical skills, and to top it off, he used special methods to leave my son in this state. To tell you the truth, I had no other choice."
As he spoke, Fang Haiyang reached into his pocket, pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan bills, and stuffed them into Yang Ke's chest.
If this had happened in the past, Yang Ke would have certainly welcomed the gesture with open arms, fully accepting it.
But the Yang Ke of today, on the contrary, unexpectedly grabbed the ten thousand yuan and threw it back.
