There was a compartment behind the straw hut that was pulled open with a rag. Hu Minghui, who was originally dozing off, heard the noise and came out.
He was so emaciated that he looked unrecognizable. His cheeks were sunken, one hand hung limply, and one of his legs was missing from the knee down. The wound was oozing with horrible pus and blood.
Seeing the few people wearing the uniforms of the Divine Medical College, Hu Minghui suddenly rushed over like a madman, screaming: "Are you sent by that bastard Tong Bing to torture me? I will fight you and die with you!"
Before Hu Minghui could touch Jin Zeyu, Chen Xiaofeng lightly waved him and he fell to the ground.
Jin Zeyu looked down at them and said calmly, "Feed them the pills."
Manager Hu and his son actually still have some skills, but they are one level lower than before. They must have suffered serious injuries.
Manager Hu thought they were going to feed poison to him and his son, and he immediately started shouting and struggling hysterically. However, Chen Xiaofeng just flicked his hand lightly, and the pill went into the two men's mouths.
However, a quarter of an hour later, Manager Hu felt something was wrong.
His body, which had never been full of spiritual energy during this period, suddenly became full, and his dantian, which had been burning with pain, became comfortable.
Even Hu Minghui, although his injured hands and feet could not be restored, the wounds on his feet healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Manager Hu stared at the slowly disappearing wound on his palm in amazement, and suddenly knelt down in front of Jin Zeyu, "My benefactor, may I ask your name? Your kindness is so great, and my son and I are willing to work like slaves to repay you!"
Jin Zeyu's expression was still cold, "I'm not interested in having you work like a slave, I just need you to help me take care of someone."
Although Manager Hu was full of doubts, he immediately expressed his loyalty, "May I ask who the benefactor wants us to take care of? We will certainly do our best..."
Jin Zeyu sneered and waved his hand. Someone outside the door quickly threw Tong Bing, who was tied up, in.
Tong Bing had woken up by now, but her mouth was sealed with disgusting paste and she couldn't speak.
Seeing Tong Bing being thrown in, Hu Minghui's eyes suddenly turned red. He rushed over frantically, his eyes emitting blazing flames of hatred, and he roared, "Tong Bing, you vicious devil, you bitch, you deserve to be cut into pieces, you will not die a good death! You will go to hell, you will definitely go to hell!"
Manager Hu grabbed his son and tried to comfort him, then he looked at Jin Zeyu with red eyes, "What do you mean?"
Before Jin Zeyu could say anything, Chen Xiaofeng had already laughed and said, "Manager Hu is so smart, can't you understand what I mean? This person is deep-minded, vicious and cruel, and he is outrageous. The people he offended are not just you and your son, Manager Hu."
"It's just that our boss doesn't want this rubbish to offend anyone and dirty his hands, so he wants to hand him over to Manager Hu and his son to take good care of him and don't let him die easily. I wonder if Manager Hu is willing to do so?"
Manager Hu was stunned at first, and then a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
Hu Minghui also trembled all over, his mouth kept hesitating, and he looked at Tong Bing beside him, then laughed: "Good! This is simply too good! Please go back and tell that person that I will definitely take good care of him and will never let him escape from the torture of living a life worse than death for a moment!" (To be continued)