After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 82
Feng Yin didn't hang up the phone, and said to Zhang Bo who was driving: "Go to the police station."

"Boss, I'm full and I don't want to go to the police station for dinner."

Feng Yin rolled his eyes out of his sockets.

"Who told you to go eat! Besides, you just finished eating."

Zhang Bo curled his lips aggrieved, and muttered in a loud voice: "You ate first."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Yin touched the leather seat with one hand. It was comfortable, atmospheric, and air-conditioned.

She endures!

The car turned a corner and drove towards the police station that Feng Yin was familiar with. Feng Yin, who was sitting in the back seat, was fiddling with his mobile phone and glanced out of the corner of his eye.

"Lin Yu, are you okay?"

Lin Yu in the front seat suddenly turned around, with a face as pale as paper and shook his head at Feng Yin.

"Boss Feng——I——vomit——"

Feng Yin, who had no way to retreat, was sprayed all over by Lin Yu.

"Is it—voo——voo——"

"I—vomit—"

Lin Yu's whole back arched up after vomiting, and her stomach was like a water pump, which kept rising uncontrollably.

Feng Yin, who was covered in vomit, stepped over the pile of vomit, slapped Lin Yu's back with one hand, and grabbed her left hand with the other to press the acupuncture points.

"Stop talking and focus on vomiting!"

"Zhang Boer, stop!"

"Creak", Zhang Bo stepped on the brakes, and with a loud bang, Li Sanyi got off first.

vomit---

Another sound came from outside.

Feng Yin took the time to take a look, and Li Sanyi vomited no worse than Lin Yu holding the pole.

Two people?
Is it food poisoning?

Feng Yin looked at Zhang Bo'er, saying it was okay.

"Go down!"

"Hey! Boss, what can I do?"

"Pat him on the back, don't let him choke!"

Zhang Boer ran down obediently, patting Li Sanyi's back.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

Li Sanyi was even vibrating after being photographed.

Feng Yin, with one head and two big ones, shouted: "Small energy!"

"What about you, Zhang Bo'er!"

Zhang Bo, who had been named, finally withdrew his strength, grinned at Feng Yin, and let out a naive vomit——

Spit another one.

Coincidentally, Zhang Boer vomited on Li Sanyi's back.

The picture is full of smell, Feng Yin didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but he was smothered by the smell, his eyes were hot.

"vomit---"

Join if you can't beat it, and the four of them are neat.

The state of the four people was discovered by passers-by, and everyone avoided immediately, covering their mouths and noses, and some even put on masks.

Within a few minutes, a traffic policeman came over because Zhang Boer's car blocked a road and affected traffic.

When the traffic policeman saw this tasteful scene, he was in a bad mood.

"Are you okay? Can you walk to the hospital by yourself?"

Feng Yin was the quickest to slow down, waved his hand to the traffic police and said, "We can leave, let's leave now."

The four of them vomited almost one after another, and Feng Yin repeatedly apologized to the cleaner who came over.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I'll help you sweep the streets tomorrow!"

The cleaner didn't take it seriously, and told Feng Yin and the others to leave as soon as he said it was okay.

The traffic police were not at ease, and escorted them all the way to the hospital until several people entered the hospital.

At the same time, many people were admitted to the hospital because of vomiting, and the collective vomiting incident was immediately taken seriously by the higher authorities.

In the corridor of the hospital, four people who didn't get into the bed were sitting on a hospital bed, infusing the back of their hands.

At the same time, there was constant vomiting in the corridor, and the hospital cleaners couldn't sweep it with a brush.

"Take plastic bags, try to spit in your pockets, spit in your pockets!"

The busy nurse kept waving the plastic bag in her hand as a reminder.

But the smell in the corridor was getting stronger and stronger, and Feng Yin, who had the mildest symptoms, was a little uncomfortable being stimulated.

"Plastic bag——"

"vomit---"

(End of this chapter)