Jing Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but his thoughts were becoming increasingly blurred. The cloth strips on his eyes had slipped down an inch due to the brutal beating from the other party, and he could vaguely feel a faint light in the corners of his eyes.
He tried to open his eyes to see these criminals clearly, but the next moment, blood flowed into his eyes, stinging his eyes with burning pain. In front of him was a bloody light, and all the figures were blurry. He took a deep breath and had to close his eyes again.
"It doesn't look like they were sent by the master. There are so many people coming." Someone replied.
"Damn it! Whoever comes, kill them one by one! Kill them in groups! Bring your guns!" The leader shouted, and the next moment, Jing Rong heard a chaotic sound of footsteps and the sound of cars whizzing closer and closer outside.
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A convoy of cars appeared in the morning sunshine.
The first handsome man who jumped out of the car had such a cold and cruel look on his face that the entire morning light seemed desolate.
At first, the leading man was still arrogant, but when he saw Wen Yanzhi and looked at his expression at the moment, his legs began to tremble.
That look was so fierce that it seemed as if he wanted to skin them alive.
"Boss, how could it be Mr. Wen?" Wen Yanzhi was a well-known figure in business, politics and underworld.
It is said that he personally manages the business empire under the Vice President, and the well-known Night Owl in the underworld and the military tycoon Tang Jue, also have dealings with him. If he wants to crush a person, it is just like crushing an ant.
But why is he here today
Could it be that he is also here to ask the gentleman for something
"Master Wen, I didn't expect you to come. You are so busy, how do you have time..."
"Bang!" There was a sound, and before he could finish his words, he was shot in the knee. The other party fell to the ground with a plop. Wen Yanzhi's expression was as cold as the god of death. He walked over step by step, and the cold air on his body made people's teeth tremble. He stood in front of the man, with the muzzle of the gun blocking the man's forehead, "Are you tired of living, aren't you? You even dare to touch my people?"
When the man heard Wen Yanzhi's words, his heart sank and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Master Wen, I... I'm blind! I never knew that brat... No, that child is related to you."
"Where are the others?" Wen Yanzhi asked in a low voice.
His question made the man kneel on the ground and dare not speak. Wen Yanzhi glared fiercely and tightened the gun in his hand. The others beside him were frightened and knelt down one after another, "Master Wen, please show mercy!"
Wen Yanzhi suddenly had a bad feeling. He was so angry that he kicked the man on the shoulder, knocking him down. He turned around and told the people who followed him, "Watch them all. If anyone dares to move, I'll shoot him!"
"Yes." Everyone agreed.
"Master Wen, Jingrong is here!" A solemn and cold voice sounded in the empty room.
Wen Yanzhi didn't care about the people outside and rushed into the abandoned building. The scene inside shocked him - the clean-cut boy was lying on the ground in a mess. He was only wearing a white shirt, which was soaked and stuck to his body. The white shirt was stained red by the blood. There was also a pool of blood on the ground.
His thin body was trembling, and his once fair face was now horribly bruised. His hands and feet were tied up, and it was not known whether it was because of the cold or because of the severe injuries, but his limbs were completely stiff and he could not even move.
What kind of scenes had Wen Yanzhi not seen? But this scene still made his head congested, his eyes bulged out horribly, and bloodshot appeared in his eyes.
Zhuang Yan was also a man who was used to seeing life and death, but he still couldn't bear this brutal scene. How could these villains be so cruel to a child!
He glanced at Wen Yan, then turned and walked out.
Wen Yanzhi took a deep breath, stretched out his long arm, and stopped Zhuang Yan.
"Master Wen, let me kill them!"
"No, keep it, let me do it myself!" Every word that came out of Wen Yanzhi's mouth seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth. It was as cold and hard as stone.
Zhuang Yan wanted to say something, but he looked back at the dying boy lying in a pool of blood, and finally said nothing. He only said, "I'll go get the medical staff in."
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Wen Yanzhi walked towards Jingrong step by step. Each step seemed as heavy as if it was filled with lead.
He clenched his hands at his sides, and every finger was trembling. He had been lawless since he was a child and had never been afraid of anything, but at this moment, looking at the boy lying unconscious on the ground, he began to feel a strong fear.
I am afraid that this person will leave just like that and never open his eyes again.
He squatted down and wanted to hold the boy in his arms, but seeing him covered in blood, he didn't know where to start.
He carefully held him in his arms. The boy seemed to feel someone touching him and moved in fear. That slight movement made Wen Yanzhi's heart break. His trembling lips pressed against the boy's dark blue cheek, and he whispered comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, it's me... It's okay, um, everything will be fine in the future..."
Jing Rong was in a daze, but when he heard the familiar voice, the fear in his heart slowly dissipated.
His tense body also relaxed a little.
His eyelashes moved, trying to open them. Wen Yanzhi slowly took off the eye mask from his eyes.
The young man looked at him with a pair of distracted eyes. Now his eyes were full of blood, but they were still as pure as before, so clean that Wen Yanzhi felt heartbroken and guilty.
"It's my fault..." Wen Yanzhi's voice was trembling, "I shouldn't have let you go to buy breakfast alone. I should have gone!"
Jing Rong pulled his lips together with difficulty, his voice was weak, "Following you out, I really was... almost torn into pieces..."
He seemed to know that he was truly safe. After saying this, he tilted his head and fainted completely.
"doctor!"
"doctor!"
Wen Yanzhi shouted, his voice already hoarse.
"Here we come!" The medical staff hurriedly heard their footsteps, and several of them rushed in carrying a horizontal bar. The doctor followed with a medicine box.
Wen Yanzhi untied the ropes on the boy's hands and feet, and felt something wrong with his bones. He felt a chill in his heart, and dared not imagine, so he just softened his strength. However, with this action, his eyes became redder and redder.
"Be careful, he's covered in wounds!" Wen Yanzhi reminded the medical staff. The medical staff carefully put the boy on the horizontal bar.
Medical staff carried him into the car.
Soon, only Jingrong and Zhuangyan were left in the abandoned building. Zhuangyan looked gloomy. He glanced at Wen Yanyi, who was squatting on the ground with an increasingly gloomy expression, and said in a low voice: "Looking at Jingrong's injuries... I'm afraid his hands and feet will be disabled."