Hong Haizhu's eyes were a little desperate. If Meng Jinjue didn't help him, there would really be no one to turn to.
He could only plop down, kneel in front of Chu Yang, and beg for mercy: "General Chu, please spare me, I was wrong, I, Hong Haizhu, am a bastard, I am blind, I should be beaten, please beat me, hard." Slap me in the face.”
Hong Haizhu, the boss of the underground world in Jiangdong City and one of the three underground kings, is usually so majestic, but now he is so downcast.
He was as humble as a dog now. He put down all his dignity and knelt in front of Chu Yang, begging for mercy.
Chu Yang looked down at Hong Haizhu with cold eyes, and said coldly: "You really deserved to be beaten. That day in the studio, you should have stopped as soon as you saw fit. I only crippled your nephew at that time, not you. That would be a disservice to you, Hong." The greatest kindness of the family, but you still refuse to change your nature and you actually want to take revenge on me. You take yourself too seriously!"
I saw Hong Haizhu continue to lower his posture and said: "You are right, I am too arrogant. Please spare my Hong family, General Chu. Sirs do not remember the faults of villains. Let me go this time. From now on, I, Hong Haizhu, will Do you think you can act like a cow or a horse?"
Chu Yang slapped Hong Haizhu on the face.
This was the third slap Hong Haizhu received today. This time, his mouth and nose bleed again. His whole body was shaking violently, and a strong feeling of vomiting filled his body.
The force of this palm was so strong that Hong Haizhu's mortal body couldn't bear it. If he hadn't forcibly stabilized it, a mouthful of old blood would have spurted out.
However, he was a little lucky, because he knew Chu Yang's strength and could kill him instantly with one move, but now it didn't, which meant that Chu Yang didn't kill him.
So, Hong Haizhu knelt on the ground again, kowtowed to Chu Yang and said: "Thank you General Chu for not killing. Thank you General Chu for not killing. I, Hong Haizhu, will serve you for the rest of my life, and I will serve you on the mountain of swords and on the sea of fire. Don’t give up even if you die!”
Chu Yang looked at Hong Haizhu with cold eyes and said, "I will spare your life, but your Hong family must obey my orders from now on. No matter what orders I give, you Hong family must abide by them and not have any disobedience!"
Now that he had a chance to live, Hong Haizhu naturally cherished it very much. He quickly responded: "Please rest assured, General Chu, I, the Hong family, will definitely abide by and obey your orders."
At this time, Chu Yang said again: "By the way, the music talent show will be recorded as usual, but there must be no hidden rules. The competition must be as fair and just as possible, and let the contestants compete based on their abilities!"
Hong Haizhu felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, but he quickly agreed: "Okay, okay, I will definitely do it."
Hong Haizhu knows how chaotic this industry is and how difficult it is to maintain fairness and justice. Several of the favorites to win the music talent show have financial backers, and some of the financial backers are even more powerful than the Hong family.
Of course, Chu Yang was not unaware of the rules in this circle, but he was telling Hong Haizhu what he said. As for the other financial owners, he would deal with them one by one.
Chu Yang had "incorporated" Hong Haizhu. This kind of person would still be useful in the future, so let's keep him for now.
"Okay, you all should leave. I want to discuss things with Boss Zhong." Chu Yang said to Meng Jinjue, Huang Tong, Chai Sanping, and Hong Haizhu.
These people nodded repeatedly. They wanted to leave here quickly, because Chu Yang's aura was too strong, and they didn't want to endure such high pressure anymore.
