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Chapter 173 Video from Three Years Ago
Rong Shiyu didn't speak, and watched as Ye Nanjin began to arrange staff. Half an hour later, they went to Ye Chengze's residence in the same car.

The people arranged were spread out and ambush each other in the dark. Before Ye Nanjin got out of the car, Rong Shiyu only said: "Be careful."

The man with light eyes nodded, turned around and walked towards the truth he wanted.

Ye Chengze's father was Ye Nanjin's uncle. Ye Nanjin almost died three years ago, and the Ye family was in chaos. At that time, the Ye family had not been cleansed, and many enemies were secretly wrestling. Ye Chengze's father also died in an accident three years ago .

Ye Chengze has always been an impulsive and playful image to the outside world. After his father died, he didn't have any serious work. Anyway, relying on Ye's annual dividends, he is always dreaming and dreaming, and the capital is enough for him to squander in his next life.

And because he is close to his family, he can be regarded as number one in the imperial capital. No one in the Ye family dares to show him face, and people outside even want to curry favor with him.

But right now, various investigations have shown that Ye Chengze is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

If he was the chief envoy three years ago, what was his purpose?
If he is not considered the chief envoy, then why did he hide the matter of shooting Yi?
There are too many mysteries.

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Before coming here, Ye Nanjin called Ye Chengze, and he said that he didn't go out at home.

After Ye Nanjin entered the house, it was not Ye Chengze himself who greeted him, but a servant, even though the man bowed to him respectfully: "Master, Mr. Ye is in the study, follow me."

Ye Nanjin's pupils still slowly tightened.

When it was a few meters away from the study room, the servant who led the way retreated first. Ye Nanjin walked over slowly. The door of the study room was slightly closed, and an unclear sound came to his ears. He didn't pay attention at first, until The voice suddenly became harsh.

"Let go of me!!! Ah Jin!! Ah Jin!! It's not me, don't treat me like this—A Jin!"

It's Tong Ruo's voice!

Ye Nanjin suddenly pushed open the study door, and what came into view was a huge screen embedded in the wall. Tong Ruo, who was dressed in a prison uniform, was pinned down on the ground. Her originally fair and transparent cheeks turned crimson from the struggle, and she was always calm. The sensible little face was full of tears.

The four women held her hands and feet respectively. She cried bitterly, struggled, and kept calling Ye Nanjin's name.

But it didn't work, the shooter was very steady, and the camera didn't shake from the beginning to the end.

There were a lot of people in the cell, at least a dozen of them were female prisoners wearing the same prison uniform as Tong Ruo.

"Zhou Licheng, ask Ah Jin to come and see me. My dad didn't kill anyone, and I didn't shoot him on purpose. Zhou Licheng, Zhou Licheng, ask Ah Jin to talk to me."

No one responded to her, only her soft black hair was soaked with tears and stained her face. In the video, Tong Ruo was in a panic like never before. She shouted at the camera, her voice flustered to the extreme.

Ye Nanjin's body tensed slowly. He wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

There was no one in the study, only him, and the still-screening video.

Tong Ruo, who has always been strong, was crying all the time, on the verge of collapse: "Ajin...Ajin! It's not me...it's really not me—"

It's like a black and white movie, until two female prisoners come out, one ripping off her clothes, and the other coming forward with... an empty beer bottle.

The girl's pale and slender body was exposed to the air, like an abandoned beast.

Her cries began to be mixed with desperation: "No! Please! Don't... Ye Nanjin! Ye Nanjin! Help me, please! Ye Nanjin...don't do this to me..."

The mouth of the bottle was aimed at her body, and the moment it was pierced, the video stopped, and the screen was fixed on Tong Ruo's pupils that were starting to slacken in pain.

"Ah!!" The scream was shrill and desperate, even though there was no content to follow, it still rang in my ears.

The heart seemed to be pinched tightly by a pair of invisible hands, and even the air could not enter the lungs. Ye Nanjin seemed to be in the pain of being shot through the heart and lungs three years ago again.

(End of this chapter)