On the car.
Hong Dali asked, "Chu Zhongqin wouldn't have been beaten to death right…"
Tang Muxin replied, "He should… should be fine…"
Hong Dali decisively ordered his manpower. "Call the car in front to go back and see if they can pick him up. Hopefully, he doesn't get beaten—he is, after all, a big star, and has just saved us now."
Twenty minutes later.
Chu Zhongqin, who had his clothes torn apart, burst out in tears on the car. He grabbed Hong Dali's sleeves and began to cry. "Young Master, pity me. My wallet, phone, and ID card are all gone…"
"Tip him!" He had, after all, saved him once, and Hong Dali was not stingy at all. "I will not let your efforts go unrewarded. 1,000,000!"
"Thank you, young master!" After hearing the amount, Chu Zhongqin instantly felt as if his waist no longer hurt, and his legs were no longer sore. His felt as if his whole body was filled with energy. The previous beating was simply too worth it!