Chapter 19 The storm will not stop

Because of Olly's actions, the hall has exploded.

Some of the fainthearted have already left early, for fear of getting caught up.

Christopher Johnson, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was also sent to the hospital by his bodyguards at the first time.

"This is a problem."

Lils T. furrowed his eyebrows and looked grave.

Mr. Johnson has a reputation for being a ruthless man, and he's not gonna let that go.

Olly, I'm afraid it's not gonna be long!

"Secretary Collins, you get in touch and see if you can put this to rest." Lils T. said suddenly.

"Ms. Thompson, it was Olly who did the beating, so what do we care? Why should we bother about him?" Secretary Collins was puzzled.

"He just saved me, do you want me to let him die?" " Lils T. 's face turned cold.

"That's not what I meant. I just don't think it would be wise to offend Mr. Johnson at this time, and no one wants to get involved." "Explained Secretary Collins.

"At any rate, we must try." Lils T. has a steady look in his eyes.

"That... All right."

Secretary Collins had no choice but to compromise.

Then immediately call and start making connections.

However, when those big bosses understood what had happened, they were so scared that they hung up the phone and did not dare to intervene in Mr. Johnson's affairs.

"Ms. Thompson, as you can see, it's not that we won't help, it's that we can't." Secretary Collins laid out her hand.

"Try again." Lils T. frowns.

"It doesn't work if I try..."

Secretary Collins shook her head and was just about to say something when she suddenly caught sight of E. Park nearby. It looks like Mr.Parker can help with that."

"Me?

E. Park pointed to himself, stunned.

"Yes! Didn't you say earlier that your father had a relationship with Mr. Johnson? If your father came forward, it would ease things up a bit, wouldn't it?" Secretary Collins looked expectantly.

"This..."

E. Park curled the corners of his mouth.

His father and Mr. Johnson knew each other, but only on business.

Usually a little thing, maybe can sell some face.

But this time Christopher Johnson was so badly beaten, how could Mr. Johnson stop?

"Mr.Parker, if you can help me on this one, I owe you big time!" Lils T. looked serious.

Looking at the goddess's expectant eyes, E. Park couldn't help but feel a little perplexed.

This is the best time to win the hearts of beautiful people, and he will not let it pass.

"I can try, but I can't promise anything. After all, it's Mr. Johnson, you know."

After some hesitation, E. Park finally said yes.

"I know, and I'm grateful for anything to keep Olly alive!" Lils T. looked relaxed.

"Well, I'll do my best."

E. Park nodded, not saying enough.

It's best if you can, but there's nothing to lose if you can't.

Well, as long as Lils T. says it, you owe him one.

At this moment, Fengming building a rest room.

Avie W. looked at the security camera, the corners of his mouth can not help but a meaningful smile.

Christopher Johnson had just been beaten, and she had seen it all, except to clap her hands.

For the Johnson family's several flies, she has been very upset, but for some reason, can not personally hand.

Fortunately, Olly didn't let her down, and today's performance was exactly what she wanted.

"Miss, Mr. Hayes is too weak to stop Matthew Johnson from retaliating, do you want to help him?" A clerk next door suddenly said.

"Don't worry, send someone to keep an eye on it first, that surname Zhao, may not be able to fight Olly."

Avie W. squinted at the tall figure in the picture.

"Oh? Do you think so of him?" The steward was a little surprised.

"I'm more hopeful than hopeful, and I always feel that he can surprise me." Avie W. half smiled.

"You don't really like him, do you, Madam? You have a fiance, you know..."

"Huh?"

Avie W. gave a cold glance and frightened the steward into silence.

"Remember, it's not up to you to talk about me, just do your job."

"Yes."

The manager was too quiet to say any more.

...

It's midnight inside the district hospital.

As the door of the emergency room opened, Christopher Johnson, his lower body covered in bandages, was wheeled out on a flatbed.

In an instant, everyone crowded around.

At the head of the group was a heavyset man with a soft beard.

This man is the underground emperor of the East Side, Matthew Johnson!

"Doctor! How's my son? "

Matthew Johnson asks first.

"The patient's life was saved, but the injuries in that place were so severe that I am afraid he cannot perform any more human services from now on." The doctor sighed.

"What? "

As soon as he said that, Matthew Johnson's face changed.

If you can't do personnel anymore, isn't that a eunuch? !

"What do you eat? You can't fix a wound like that? " Matthew Johnson grabbed the doctor by the collar.

"We did everything we could, Sir. The patient was so badly hurt that it was difficult to save his life." The doctor was helpless.

He had never seen a man so miserable, beaten to a pulp down there.

He would have died if he hadn't got to the hospital in time.

'Rubbish! Shoo!"

Matthew Johnson pushed the doctor away, his face grim.

Not even the best doctor at the district hospital, and his son, he must be a real loser.

"Say it! What the hell is going on? "

Matthew Johnson suddenly turned his head and ferociously looked atthe group of bodyguards behind him: "The sky dragon is in good shape, why was it beaten like this?" "

"Here's the thing, Mr. Johnson...."

A bodyguard came forward with a hard scalp and simply said it again.

After hearing this, Matthew Johnson instantly became angry, looked up and slapped the bodyguard in the face.

"You scum! A dozen men can't beat one man, what use do I need you for?"

After scolding, Matthew Johnson was still angry, and each person gave a few slaps.

The bodyguards lowered their heads and did not make a sound.

"Why are you still staring? Get your men together and hunt that boy down!"

"I don't care who he is, if he hurts my son, I'll cut him to pieces!"

With Matthew Johnson's order, all sides have sprung into action.

A turbulent storm began to brew...