After waiting for ten minutes, the crowd outside showed no sign of dispersing. Even in the hospital, the place was still bustling with people.

Ji Changmu looked at Qiao Muyuan beside him: "Let's go, let's get off the car."

"Okay." Qiao Muyuan nodded.

Ji Changmuzi tied the scarf for her carefully. Seeing that she had no gloves, he gave her a pair of black leather gloves from his car, then opened the car door and led her out of the car.

Ji Changmu protected Qiao Muyuan almost all the way, holding the petite girl in his arms and not letting anyone get close to her.

But there were so many people on the road that bumps and bruises were inevitable. Suddenly, a new group of demonstrators came to the corner of the street, and Ji Changmu and Qiao Muyuan were also involved.

Ji Changmu frowned and asked the little girl in his arms, "Have you touched her? Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"I'm fine." Qiao Muyuan was really fine, but she was worried about Ji Changmu, who had just been discharged from the hospital. "Don't be brave, you are still very weak. If it doesn't work, let's go back to the hospital!"

"This matter won't end in three days, and it doesn't matter whether we come back or not." Ji Changmu wrapped Qiao Muyuan in his arms and walked through the streets against the direction of the flow of the crowd.

There were too many people, and his speed was very slow. The originally ten-minute journey took twenty minutes.

Fortunately, Qiao Muyuan was wearing flat boots today.

Ji Changmu and Qiao Muyuan were both wrapped up tightly, but em's opponent did not know where he got the news that Ji Changmu was on the street, which suddenly attracted a group of reporters and demonstrators to interview and ask for explanations.

Qiao Muyuan had never seen such a posture before, hiding in Ji Changmu's arms, Ji Changmu suppressed her face to prevent her from being exposed to the flash.

"Mr. Boris, as a new financial group in New York, will em take the route of capital plundering like the old financial groups?"

"Mr. Boris, where did the original accumulation of em's fortune come from? I heard that you will open up a new financial battlefield in Washington. Is it true?"

Reporters kept asking questions, but Ji Changmu remained silent.

When the crowd saw EM's CEO on the street, they came in droves and shouted slogans to demonstrate!

"Repay me my hard-earned money!" "Stop the squeeze!"

Radicals even cursed at Ji Changmu: "Death to the financiers!"

Qiao Muyuan's little body was wrapped in Ji Changmu's coat and she was shivering. Her little hands tightly grasped his sweater, but she still heard the curses outside.

Ji Changmu did not answer any questions, but said coldly: "EM is a legal financial company, and everything I do is legal."

Probably because his attitude offended people who didn't know the truth, someone poured unknown liquid on him!

Ji Changmu's pupils tightened, and he quickly escaped while hugging Qiao Muyuan.

The liquid is gasoline and has a strong smell.

The group of people didn't give up. They probably had nowhere to vent their anger. When they caught Ji Changmu, they revealed their dissatisfaction to him. They bared their teeth and claws. Someone rushed up and tried to catch Ji Changmu.

Ji Changmu saw that the situation was not right. If he were alone, he could still handle it, but he still had Qiao Muyuan in his arms.

Qiao Muyuan is also the little princess of SJC Financial Group. If this group of people find out, they may be implicated in the unknown fire, but Qiao Muyuan is innocent.

The anger of this group of people obviously had nowhere to go, and they began to harm innocent people.

Ji Changmu hugged Qiao Muyuan tightly to prevent her from showing her face. He saw the right moment, suddenly pulled out his silenced pistol from his waist, and fired a shot into the gap in the crowd!
Chapter completed!