Zhan Hanjue couldn't wait to pick up the mobile phone on the coffee table. When he saw Yan Zheng's phone number displayed on the phone screen, Zhan Hanjue felt inexplicably uneasy for some reason.

As soon as I connected the phone, I heard Yan Zheng crying miserably: "Young Master Zhan, I'm sorry! I lost Hanbao."

Zhan Hanjue suddenly grabbed the phone tightly, his nails as white as shells almost dug into the phone case, and his fingers lost their color due to the force.

"Why did you discover such a thing?" Zhan Hanjue couldn't suppress the trembling in his voice.

Yan Zheng blamed himself and told Zhan Hanjue the whole process of Han Bao's kidnapping, and finally cried and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhan, I really tried my best. In the past few days, I have walked all over the streets and shops of Country S.

Lane, but I still haven’t found Hanbao.”

"Yes, that was a very tall man with very good skills. With one move of the Wind and Thunder Fist, Hayate's internal organs were bleeding profusely. Hayate is still lying in the hospital." Yan Zheng described the man with a tone of awe.

The voice from the cell phone microphone leaked out, and Ye Feng's handsome face twisted in shock. "Did Hayate get sent to the hospital with just one move?"

Through Yan Zheng's tired and haggard voice, one can seem to see him hunched over looking for someone on the deserted street. He was so helpless and frightened.

Zhan Hanjue asked naggingly: "A mysterious man?"

God, who is this?

Lord Zhan Han told Yan Zheng: "Come back and take care of Zheng Ling. Tell Gao Feng to continue looking for Han Bao after you recover."

Hayate's martial arts makes him the Sanda champion in global martial arts competitions.

He had always thought that there was no one who could subdue Gale with one move.

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Hanjue's face looked very ugly.

He simply couldn't face the news that Han Bao was missing.

Gritting his teeth, he gave a fatal order, "If you can't find it, don't come back."

"Okay." Yan Zheng responded with tears.

"Ye Feng, turn around and warn Yan Zheng, telling him to conceal Han Bao's disappearance from Zheng Ling."

After hesitating for a moment, he used all his wisdom in his life and finally thought of a way to comfort Zheng Ling, "Tell Yan Zheng that the man who used the Wind and Thunder Fist was arranged by me."

Moreover, if Zheng Ling knew such bad news, he didn't know whether Zheng Ling could withstand such a blow.

For the sake of Zheng Ling, he decided to tell her a big lie.

"Yes. President."

The next day, Yan Zheng came back from country S, but he didn't have the courage to go back to Yancheng to face Yan Zhengling.

Ye Feng's handsome face was filled with sadness.

I hope the president's white lie can soothe Yan Zhengling's riddled heart.

Zhan Fengxian, who was drunk at the bar, recognized Yan Zheng, paid for his drink, and took the unconscious Yan Zheng home.

Yan Zheng occupied Fengxian's bed, murmuring in a daze.

He hid in a bar in the imperial capital and got extremely drunk.

All the money he had was spent in country S to find Han Bao. The bar owner thought he was here for free and sent someone to beat him up.

Zhan Fengxian came over with face wash in his hand, and when he heard his irritating words, he turned to stone like a sculpture.

"Yan Zheng, what are you doing alive? You don't deserve to live."

"Yan Zheng, you are a loser! You like Zhan Fengxian, but you dare not admit it. You want to revitalize the Yan family, but you lose all your family property. You want to protect your sister, but you lose her son."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

At that moment, like an out-of-control beast, he suddenly pounced on Yan Zheng, punching and kicking him, "Why did you say it? Why did you say it? If you like me but don't want to be with me, then you hide it.

For the rest of my life. What are you talking about? You make me feel so unhappy."

Yan Zheng frowned, he was too drunk.


Chapter completed!