Bloodthirsty murderous intent burst out in his eyes, which shocked several strong men to take a few steps back. Old Bai was not able to stop him after seeing this. After all, he could not offend him. "Since that's the case, then let him not keep his words in banishment, I will be troubled by Chen Shaoduo."

"roll!"

Mo Yaochen suddenly shouted coldly, and had no time to look at him more. He hugged Xi Jinning and rushed out quickly, got in the car and left.

The car quickly disappeared into view—

Old Bai turned around and looked at the endless dark but extremely calm sea.

Two shots hit the chest, and Mr. Bai knew very well that this boy named Xi Jinning would not survive.

"Yan Xun..." After a long time, he shouted softly.

He knew he was dead.

He was not his grandson, he raised him for more than ten years, and tonight, he died.

Mr. Bai took out a photo from his lining pocket.

"Xinwei."

He stroked the photo with a wrinkled hand and laughed out loud, "Xinwei, Bei Wanxing's mother and daughter are dead, the little boy rescued by Bei Wanxing's mother just died, Dad has avenged you... You can finally rest in peace."

"It's just that for so many years, my father has not been able to find Yan Xun. I don't know if he can find him in his lifetime. I don't know... he is still alive."

Old Bai's turbid eyes narrowed slightly. He stood in the wind and felt a dull heartache.

At this time, he couldn't understand why his heart hurt.

...

In the middle of the sea, several senior divers swam over quickly, picked up Bai Yanxun who was thrown away from the sea, one put an oxygen hood on him, and the other injected awake medicine into his neck.

Several people took him onto the motorboat not far away, took off his coat with blood bag, and drove away safely.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Bai has been safely rescued."

"Send him to a pre-arranged place. None of you is allowed to leave him and ensure his safety."

"yes."

...

Hospital.

Outside the emergency room, the red headlights of the ‘surgery’ lights on—

Mo Yaochen sat on the bench outside the door. His bloody hands covered his face and his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the cell phone rings.

This is Xi Jinning's cell phone. He took it out of his pocket. Mo Yaochen rolled gently in his throat and answered in a low voice, "Hey?"

"Brother Jin Ning," Xia Han's voice came from the other end, "Where are you? I'm in the hotel and I forgot to bring the room card. When will you go back..."

"He was in the emergency room of the First Hospital...rescue."

"……What did you say?"

...

I don't know how long I waited, but the door of the operating room was pushed open with a slam.

Mo Yaochen stood up suddenly, rushed over a few steps, and grabbed the doctor, "How is the situation?"

"Are you a family member of the injured?"

"I'm his...friend."

The male doctor handed him a list, "Two bombs hit his chest, and they were injured by key heart tissues. They lost too much blood. I'm afraid... This is a critical illness notice. When will his family come? They need to sign."

"..." Mo Yaochen's whole body was shocked and stood stiffly in place. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound for a while.

A shocked voice came from not far behind him, "What did you say..."

Mo Yaochen didn't even turn around. He stared at the critically ill notice with his black eyes, and his hands hanging beside him clenched into fists.

Xia Han rushed over quickly, and she snatched the critically ill notice, "Why was he suddenly shot... Where is he... Where is others?!"
Chapter completed!