frightfiction Chapter 449 Don’t Cry, I’m Not Dead
Chapter 449 Don’t Cry, I’m Not Dead
Lu Zeng nodded:
"You saw the blood-stained clothes on Third Master. I don't need to explain what happened next, right? Take good care of Third Master. Don't provoke him again after he wakes up."
"Then, what about the people who hurt Zhuang Zhoucheng? Are we just going to let it go like this?" Huo Yan asked anxiously. This shouldn't be the case, right?
Wancheng snorted again.
"Forget it? With the Third Master's status, such a big thing happened here. Can we let it go? Will the banker let it go?"
Huo Yan turned around and glared at Wan Cheng, then roared:
"Did I ask you? You annoying bastard!"
Lu Zeng looked towards Wancheng and warned him not to cause more trouble.
Wancheng just walked away for a long distance and no longer paid any attention to this side.
Zhuang Zhoucheng was indeed ambushed. When he left early in the morning, he originally got on Lu Zeng's car, but for some unknown reason he stopped in the middle of the journey and was not allowed to follow anyone.
The street is quite quiet in the morning, and you can't see the busy scene during the day.
Therefore, the cars in Zhuang Zhoucheng's group stood out.
As soon as Zhuang Zhoucheng got out of the car, he was followed by a few street thugs who ambushed him.
It can’t be called a dark force, those are not enough.
The injuries were real, of course. Those people were just looking for money and didn't want to hurt anyone.
Hong Kong is still a society ruled by law. These thugs are only good at talking, bluffing and fooling people with their fancy moves. I'm afraid their two-foot-long knives have only been used to chop watermelons and have never seen blood.
There were seven or eight people, but Zhuang Zhoucheng knocked them all down with just his fists.
Who is cruel?
Zhuang Zhoucheng was indeed stabbed a few times, but did he know how many times he stabbed others with his sword?
Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he felt relieved after venting his anger.
Those thugs called the police, and Zhuang Zhoucheng waited for the police to arrive.
When Lu Zeng and his companions rushed over, they were terrified.
The first reaction was that they were attacked by underworld forces, and the Hong Kong police must give an explanation for this matter.
The police were helpless and could only watch helplessly as the thugs who were obviously more seriously injured, usually bullied people by taking advantage of their power and intimidated anyone they could, and they just turned a blind eye.
But this time, he got into big trouble. Didn’t he know that this was a big shot from the capital?
Lu Zeng has made it clear that if they don’t give a convincing result, they will sue the Hong Kong Police Branch as well.
According to Zhuang Zhoucheng's opinion, he could close the case.
But Lu Zeng and others who were handling this matter refused to give in.
What about intentional homicide? Do you know how much the person who was ambushed by those hooligans was worth?
Do you know how much tax your boss pays you every month?
In this malicious and "premeditated" murder, the sentence should not be too lenient.
Ten years is not enough, right? Twenty years is not too much, right?
Zhuang Zhoucheng did it on purpose. His clothes were torn like that. Whose credit is it?
What Huo Yan saw was a mixture of truth and falsehood.
How could she have expected that she would be controlled outside the stadium?
There were also the wounds and blood on Zhuang Zhoucheng's body of those who passed by.
Everything she saw was real.
Huo Yan sat dejectedly on the chair, supporting his chin with his hands.
"I really didn't ask Zhuang Zhoucheng to come here. I didn't do that. I know he's so busy. I won't disturb him at work. Lu Zeng, trust me."
Lu Zeng waved his hand:
"Things have already come to this. Let's wait for the Third Master to come out and talk about it."
"I know you all don't believe me, but I'm really wronged. Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't tell me that he came to Hong Kong. It's not my fault that something happened to him." Huo Yan said sullenly.
The three grown men, Lu Zeng, Suo He and Guo Mu, stood on the other side and ignored Huo Yan's muttering.
This has nothing to do with her, but it was indeed caused by her.
She had no idea about it, but had to bear this responsibility.
After the operation, Zhuang Zhoucheng was pushed out, and Lu Zeng and others hurried forward.
Huo Yan was squeezed at the back and couldn't get any further, so he simply gave up and stood at the back looking at the people in front, feeling a little hurt.
It was a long time later that Huo Yan was seen lingering outside the intensive care unit, but he just stood outside the door and didn't go in.
Wancheng came out and saw the girl lingering outside with no intention of going in, so he simply pushed her:
"What are you doing standing outside? Third Master was injured because of you, and he refuses to take responsibility. You should at least go in and admit your mistake, right? You're hesitant like a little bastard!"
"You are the bastard..."
Your whole family are bastards!
Huo Yan glared at Wan Cheng and went straight into the ward.
When the people inside saw Huo Yan come in, they walked back and forth.
Huo Yan stood in front of Zhuang Zhoucheng, with a sullen face and his brows subconsciously furrowed.
Zhuang Zhou Chengren was still in a coma, but probably because of the painkillers, his face didn't look so scary at the moment.
Huo Yan pulled a chair and sat down beside the bed, lying on the edge of the bed and crying softly.
Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't fall into a deep sleep and woke up soon.
He raised his right hand and gently placed it against Huo Yan's dark head.
"Don't cry, I'm not dead."
His voice was weak and a little hoarse.
Huo Yan suddenly raised her head and looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng, her face full of tears.
"You're awake, are you in pain?"
All she remembered was that he was covered in blood, and the moment he grabbed her hand, her hand was stained with blood.
"It doesn't hurt."
Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled and reached out to hold her hand. Huo Yan quickly held his hand with both hands.
"You suddenly fell in front of me, and I was scared to death. Zhuang Zhoucheng, please don't get hurt again, okay? You are a god-like man, you can't get hurt."
His strength has been deeply implanted in her belief that such a person cannot get sick or get hurt.