De La Salle glanced at the numbers on the check, a greedy light flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his big hand to pick up the check on the table, and put it into his pocket unceremoniously.

If someone brings money to your door, no matter who they are, they will never say no to the money. They don't want to give away things they don't want for free. They put it away with peace of mind. It seems that the gunshot wound on the arm doesn't hurt so much anymore.

"Mr. Zhu, it's not impossible for you to cooperate if you want, but you have to agree to our other conditions." After receiving the benefits, De La Salle still had a faint threat in his words.

At this time, Mr. Zhu who dared to be angry but dared not speak had no choice but to swallow the Three Character Sutra on his lips, put on a stiff smile, nodded and said: "Yes! As long as we can do something, we will definitely agree, please Mr. De La Salle

rest assured."

"Okay, you said this yourself, Mr. Zhu. Let's borrow a saying from your country. It's hard to hold back. A man must keep his word. Since Mr. Zhu has agreed, no matter what the request is, you have no reason to say it again.

No word."

The sinister De La Salle's eyes flashed with pride. He easily defeated his opponent who was as stupid as a donkey. He felt even happier when he thought about the amount of money in the bag.

"We try our best, we try our best!" Shanshan smiled. What does it mean to ride a tiger and find it difficult to get off? At this time, Zhu Erye had a deep understanding of it, and he already regretted dealing with such jackals, tigers, and leopards. If he was not careful, there would be no scraps left. The worst

The fate may be death without a burial place.

Seeing his stiff and ugly expression, De La Salle sneered again and again, his eyes shot out with a ferocious light, and he said coldly: "Mr. Zhu, you can't afford to offend us now. As long as you act according to your orders, we, Sir, will naturally keep you alive forever.

Not only you, but also others, I need to remind you first that your eldest son Zhu Dechang is already having a lot of fun in Europe, hahaha..."

In a certain room, there was an embarrassed man sitting at the table. His clothes were stained with blood. His left wrist was wrapped with gauze. There were disinfectant, blood-stained cotton, and torn gauze on the table. It looked like

Sloppy and dirty.

He is Song Yubo. His handsome face is dull, his eyes are bloodshot, and his tightly pressed thin lips are peeling with dry and cracked skin. His withered expression makes him look a little haggard, making it difficult to recognize this person.

The handsome guy in Yushu Linfeng.

After Song Yubo escaped from the nightclub, although he was injured, he did not go to the hospital. Instead, he returned to the place where he lived, cleaned and bandaged his wounds, and then sat motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yubo slowly raised his head, moved his stiff and sore body slightly, glanced at the table with his sinister eyes, and his eyes fell on the mobile phone not far away.

After staring at the phone for a few seconds, Song Yubo stretched out his uninjured right hand, took the phone over, and pressed the buttons. After the phone was connected, he put it next to his ear and said coldly: "Hello.

,Give me ten million!”

"What?" The other party was startled by his tone and request, thinking that he heard wrongly, and then heard his voice asking back: "Yubo, what happened to you? Why is your voice so unpleasant? Are you feeling uncomfortable?

?Do you want me to come over and see you?"

"Ten million!" Song Yubo didn't appreciate the other party's concern, and he made the request again in a bad mood.

"..." The person on the phone paused for a moment, and then came a questioning voice: "Yu Bo, why do you need so much money? You have to tell your brother why you need 10 million?"

Ten million is not too much, even if it is too little, it is not too much!

Although Song Yuxiang was the boss of the company, he suddenly gave his brother this amount. It was not that he didn't want to give it, after all, the company belonged to the two brothers, but he still had the right to ask clearly.

However, when Song Yubo heard his inquiry, his eyes burst with murderous intent, and he clenched his fist tightly with his other hand. Instantly, the room was filled with a suffocating and violent breath. If Song Yuxiang were in front of him,

I'm afraid I can't escape death.

"Don't worry about my affairs. Now you can give me 10 million yuan, immediately!"

Giving strong orders to the other party, Song Yubo completely forgot that the other party was his elder brother whom he had always respected. After speaking, he cut off the phone without waiting for any reaction from the person on the phone.

He hung up the phone and threw it on the table. He squinted his eyes with a cold light and tapped the table with his index finger, making a crisp sound.

"Du Weichen, you let me go the first time, and you will never get another chance!"

"The Flame Team, huh, let's see how long you can be arrogant. I, the Black Eagle, will destroy all the members of the Flame Team, and I won't let anyone go!"

"It's just a joke to try to force me with this little trick. Du Weichen, I just want to see how capable you are and how many people you can protect. Let's see how many of you people in the Forbidden City can disappear!"

"Humph, I want to protect them and still have the energy to take care of my affairs. Du Weichen, what a show, let's see how many shows you can put on."

The low and cold voice echoed in the room, and just like his expression, it was so cold that it made people's hair stand on end.

The patient's condition changed slightly, but Luo Bing did not dare to neglect it. He paid attention to it all the time and discussed it with the attending doctor, Dr. Zhong, immediately if there was any situation.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye, and Luo Bing has been following up on the patient's condition personally. She seems to have lost her luster because of the lack of rest, and her face is full of fatigue. As a doctor and a family member, she is under double pressure, paying attention to the patient's condition.

Little by little changes.

"Cough...cough..." A slight cough came, and Luo Bing, who was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed to rest, was awakened. He saw that the person on the bed on the right had opened his eyes. The cough came from

It came out of his mouth.

"Dad, you wake up!"

After being stunned for a few seconds, Luo Bing immediately stood up with a look of joy on her face. When she was about to walk over, she turned to the counter on the other side and poured a glass of warm water before walking forward.

In fact, Luo Bing already knew that they would wake up within the next day or two, so he kept waiting and did not leave.

"Luo...Luo Bing!" His dry lips moved slightly, and Du Zhewen's hoarse throat shouted a small voice.

Luo Bing walked forward quickly, supported the man who was struggling to sit up, slowly let him lean on the pillow, and whispered to comfort him: "Dad, you have been lying down for a week. You are weak, don't stop now."

Talk and have a good rest!"

"A... a week?" Although Du Zhewen knew it well, he was still shocked by the news. The corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word of what he wanted to say.

Holding warm water, Luo Bing brought it to his mouth: "Dad, your lips are very dry. Moisten your lips and throat first."

Nodding gently, Du Zhewen found that his mouth and throat were very dry, and he slowly drank the water in the glass.

After a while, after drinking half a cup of boiling water, Du Zhewen shook his head and signaled that he would not drink any more water. Seeing that she was the only one in the room, he was about to ask, but his eyes accidentally glanced to the side and found that he was still lying on the hospital bed on his left.

There was one person in front of him, it was his wife Sophie, who was shocked. Seeing that she was motionless and motionless, he could guess that she was still unconscious and had not woken up.

"Luo Bing, your mother..." Du Zhewen couldn't figure out why his wife was lying on the hospital bed.

Luo Bing, who had put down the cup, returned to the bedside, followed his gaze, and responded calmly: "She was just like you, vomiting blood and comatose on the same day, and then you were sent to the hospital together, to the emergency room together, and to the hospital together.

We were in a coma for seven days together in the ward. You have woken up now, and I believe she will wake up soon."

"How...how could this happen?" His expression changed drastically and he stared at the person on the hospital bed with a look of disbelief.

Looking at his devastated look, Luo Bing did not speak immediately. She believed that with his father-in-law's mind, he should be able to think of something.

For a moment, Du Zhewen withdrew his gaze and once again focused on the tired-looking daughter-in-law in front of him. His eyes gradually became complicated. The couple had never wanted to see her. Now that they were harmed together like this, she was the one taking care of two patients.

Because he knew that his son's job was quite special, his father was old, and everything fell on this daughter-in-law. Thinking of his previous attitude towards her, Du Zhewen felt a sense of guilt in his heart, especially when his wife treated her...not too much.

Two words to describe it.

With a sigh, Du Zhewen understood that it was not convenient to talk about such things. Even if he wanted to say something, he might not be able to erase the past. Everyone knew what he had done and could not make up for it.

, I can only treat them better, mother and son, in the days to come.

Du Zhewen's mood changed drastically. After he calmed down and thought about the situation of himself and his wife, he slowly asked: "Luo Bing, were we harmed? Moreover, we were raped while we were at home.

The poisonous hand, right?"

"Yes!" Luo Bing's eyes flashed with admiration. He was worthy of being a senior leader. His brain was easy to use, and he just missed out on the murderer.

"Have the police found the murderer?" Du Zhewen is also concerned about this issue.

"No!" Shaking his head, Luo Bing did not tell him about Zhang Xiaoxu. He paused and couldn't help but ask: "Dad, have you noticed anything unusual in the past month?"

"Abnormal?" Frowning, Du Zhewen fell into deep thought, recalling what happened in the past month. A few minutes later, he said to himself: "It seems like nothing special, or something abnormal.

, I live a similar life every day.”

After that, he looked up at his slightly frowning daughter-in-law and asked: "Luo Bing, are we poisoned, right? Logically speaking, we were poisoned after eating something, otherwise your mother and I wouldn't have been poisoned at the same time.

And go to the hospital.”

"Yes, the poison in you is chronic. It takes about a month for the disease to develop, so you were poisoned in your diet."

"Yes, it should be while eating!" Du Zhewen nodded in agreement. Then, his old face suddenly became ugly, and his eyes flashed with resentment, and he shouted fiercely: "That old woman Aunt Lan

, is so courageous and has worked in our Du family for most of his life. Now that he has been bribed to poison us, it is really unforgivable."

"Aunt Lan?" Luo Bing blinked softly. He couldn't believe that the person he suspected was the old servant. He couldn't help but laugh in his heart. How come they didn't have any doubts about Zhang Xiaoxu? Could it be that Zhang Xiaoxu's

The performance was so realistic that the victim had no doubts at all.

Is this the type of person who pays for someone else after being sold?
Chapter completed!