Wen Yanzhi's eyes bulged, and he dug his fingers into his palms. He did not respond to Zhuang Yan's words, but slowly stood up from the ground.
It was just such a simple action, but it seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His mind was filled with the miserable state of the boy after being violently abused.
Jing Rong's suppressed groan of pain and frightened expression were like a knife scraping at his heart.
if-
If he hadn't taken him away without permission and left him alone to buy breakfast in an unfamiliar place, perhaps none of this would have happened.
He held the dark gun in his hand and walked out step by step, his whole body exuding a chilling aura that seemed to have come from hell.
The people outside were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands. The leader heard the footsteps and turned around to see Wen Yanzhi. He wanted to beg for mercy immediately. However, after seeing his gloomy expression, he shuddered and all the words were stuck in his throat.
There was no heat on Wen Yanzhi's face. He raised his hand and shot the man's other uninjured leg cleanly.
"Ah..." The man screamed several times and curled up on the ground.
Wen Yanzhi's expression was more terrifying than ever, almost ferocious. He stared at the other person with his terrifying eyes, and fired several shots at him. However, each shot missed the vital part, and only made the other person bleed out bit by bit in pain.
Everyone around was silent and regretted their decision. If they knew that Jing Rong had a relationship with Mr. Wen, they would not dare to be so blatant.
After firing several shots, he took out a handkerchief from his chest and wiped the muzzle of the gun coldly, and ordered coldly: "Drag them all to the black market and sell them."
"Yes, Master!"
Those kneeling on the ground were a group of burly men. When they heard Wen Yanzhi's words, their faces changed drastically.
"Master Wen, please show mercy!"
"We know we were wrong! We won't dare to do it again next time! Please forgive us this time!"
You know, the black market not only sells women, but also men. Those who buy men on the black market are nothing more than those who like S丨M and are cruel and ruthless. In this black market, I don't know how many people have been tortured to death and maimed by all kinds of sexual abuse methods.
Wen Yanzhi remained indifferent to everyone's pleas for mercy.
His face was cold.
It was not until he got on the ambulance and saw the pale boy lying in the car with an oxygen tank that his expression changed slightly. The coldness gradually faded away, replaced by deep reluctance, heartache and deep guilt.
He sat far away, not daring to approach the boy, his face buried in his palms in annoyance.
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Wen Yanzhi sent Jingrong to the hospital.
After emergency rescue and a series of examinations, he was finally pushed out.
In the ward, Yu Zeyao was already sitting there waiting. Zhuang Yan stood beside him silently. Zhuang Yan had already explained clearly what had just happened in the abandoned building.
Seeing Wen Yanzhi coming in with the unconscious Jing Rong, he stood up with a cold look and walked into the hall of the ward first. When he passed by Wen Yanzhi, he only said coldly: "Come out!"
Wen Yanzhi glanced at the boy, gave the nurse a few more instructions, and then turned around and followed Yu Zeyao into the hall of the ward. As soon as the door of the ward was closed, Yu Zeyao grabbed Wen Yanzhi's collar and punched him hard.
Wen Yanzhi had never been beaten before, but at this moment, he was hit hard, and he didn't dodge. Instinctively, as if seeking to vent, he also punched the man.
Yu Zeyao didn't even try to dodge, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding. Seeing this, Zhuang Yan's face turned grim, and he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Wen Yanzhi.
Yu Zeyao shouted, "Back off!"
Zhuang Yan weighed the pros and cons, and finally put away the gun and stepped aside.
Yu Zeyao grabbed Wen Yanzhi's neck with a cold look, "You took Jingrong away, and you made him half disabled overnight. How did you do it? How do you want me to explain to his sister?"
"I want to ask you something!" Wen Yanzhi sneered, gritted his teeth, and pinched Yu Zeyao, "This matter has something to do with your uncle! I tell you, if Jingrong can't stand up for the rest of his life, and can't hold a paintbrush again for the rest of his life, your Yu family and I will never be done with it!"
His eyes bulged and his voice trembled.
Yu Zeyao also stared at him coldly.
The two people looked at each other, and in the end, no one knew who let go of whom first. Wen Yanzhi seemed to be overwhelmed, and retreated to the sofa, lit a cigarette and smoked it fiercely. The fingers holding the cigarette were shaking.
Yu Zeyao walked over, stretched out his hand to pull the cigarette butt from his finger and put it out, "Don't smoke in the hospital."
The voice has become much softer than before.
Wen Yanzhi gradually calmed down, his dejected face buried in his hands in annoyance.
He seemed to be talking to himself, mumbling in remorse: "It's my fault. I didn't take good care of him. It has nothing to do with you."
"I'll check this matter again." Yu Zeyao stood beside him, looking down at him. After a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice: "What did the doctor say?"
“…” Wen Yanzhi’s Adam’s apple rolled, but he couldn’t utter a single word.
Yu Zeyao already knew what was going on, and there was a gloomy look between his brows. When he spoke again, his voice was much lower, "I will ask Jing Yu to come over, but I don't want her to know that Jing Rong was so badly injured."
Wen Yanzhi's breathing became heavier and he raised his frustrated face from his fingers.
He raised his eyes to look at Yu Zeyao, this arrogant and ostentatious man. For the first time, the emotion revealed in his eyes was so helpless that Yu Zeyao's heart was shocked.
"When Jingrong wakes up, how should I tell him... From now on, he will not only need a wheelchair to walk, but even..." Wen Yanzhi said this, sniffed for a long time, and then continued to speak with difficulty, "He will no longer be the hand of God. He will never be able to study in the art college he most desires with his artistic talent?"
Yu Zeyao listened to his words, his thin lips moved several times, but he was unable to utter a word.
He always thought of himself as a cold politician. From childhood to adulthood, he was instilled with the desire for power and profit. All his patience and tenderness were given to Jing Yu alone.
He doesn't need to worry about a young boy's future.
But at this moment, my heart is still unable to calm down and be at peace.
Such an experience is extremely cruel to a young man who is full of hope for the future. Perhaps he will never recover from this.
And for Jing Yu, who had higher hopes for him and loved him deeply, it must have been a devastating blow.
Yu Zeyao left the hospital with a heavy heart. Along the way, there was no conversation, and Zhuang Yan didn't say a word either.
By the time we drove back to the Vice Presidential Palace, it was already dawn.