good night warlord

Facing Zhan Shifeng's provocation, Zhan Shiyan just watched coldly, his eyes fell on the syringe that fell beside Zhan Shifeng, his thin lips moved, and he coldly ordered the subordinates behind him:

"Take it for testing."

"Yes, sir."

The two men in black started to move respectively. One went to the hospital bed and took out the battery, and the other picked up the syringe on the ground and brought it to Zhan Shiyan.

Zhan Shiyan glanced at the thin needle, then looked at Zhan Shifeng on the ground again:
"Did Gong Yimian give you this medicine?"

When Zhan Shifeng heard him ask this question, he understood why the shot didn't hit him in the chest, because Zhan Shiyan planned to use his mouth to get rid of Gong Yimian as well.

Zhan Shifeng grinned, although he didn't die, but that's the way it is in this life, the best ending would be to be sent overseas by the old man and Zhan Shiyan to be a useless person or a beggar.

He hates.

So he will definitely not make wartime Yan feel better.

He won't confess to Gong Yimian. If Gong Yimian's vicious heart is kept, he will definitely try his best to deal with Zhan Shiyan, and maybe even collapse the entire Zhan clan.

If you can't get it, then destroy it.

He smiled cruelly and viciously, and his hoarse voice was harsh and unpleasant:

"It's not hard to find this medicine. I made it myself. How about it? You must be disappointed by such an answer."

Zhan Shiyan pursed his lips, looking at Zhan Shifeng's gloomy expression, his eyes darkened, Zhan Shifeng's thoughts were not difficult to understand, but he was not the passive side, Zhan Shifeng said lightly :
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, Gong Yimian has harmed many people, and you are not bad.

Also, with Gong Yimian's current situation, what do I want to do to her, does she have the power to fight back? "

Zhan Shifeng's expression tightened, Zhan Shiyan was right, now that the Gong family has nothing, if Zhan Shiyan wanted to deal with Gong Yimian, it would be as easy as crushing an ant to death.

He turned his mind sharply and said loudly:
"Yan during the war, although Gong Yimian was not carrying my child, it was still a life anyway.

Don't forget that your missing Gu Qingyi still has triplets in her stomach, if you really let Gong Yimian do something good or bad, you won't be afraid of retribution? "

This is a blatant threat. Although retribution is very empty, it is this kind of uncertain unknown that makes people even more afraid.

During the war, a cluster of dark lights gathered in Yan Leng's eyes, cold and murderous.

Zhan Shifeng was very satisfied with his reaction.

He was happy to see how Yan was unhappy during the war but did not dare to kill himself.

He added fuel to the fire:

"You don't believe it? You can go directly to the palace to sleep and see if you will get retribution on your child in the future."

During the war, Yan's face became even colder, and with a frightening aura, he ordered coldly:
"His wound doesn't need to be treated."

The subordinate took the order: "Yes, President."

When Yan gave this order during the war, it was impossible for Zhan Baicang to send someone to deal with his grandson's gunshot wound.

Zhan Baicang sighed, he decided to leave it alone, and asked the housekeeper to help him leave here.

In the elevator, Zhan Baicang was supported by the butler, he hesitated to speak several times.

Although Yan was standing behind the old man during the war, seeing the old man wanting to turn around several times, he said:

"Grandpa wants to ask me how to deal with him?"

Only then did Zhan Baicang turn around:
"Shi Yan, grandpa didn't want to intercede for him. Grandpa already knew that he was hopeless. Grandpa wanted to tell you that I will handle Feng'er's matter so that you don't have to worry about it."

Yan was a little surprised during the war, but finally agreed:

"it is good."

In the ward, two men in black soon came to Zhan Shifeng's side, one on the left and the other on the right.

During the war, Feng knew that if there were no professionals to deal with the bullet casings still in his arms, the wound would not heal, and would become inflamed and rotted, and there would be only a dead end.

Unless, unless he pays for it himself.

He tried to put his hand into the muzzle of the gun on his arm several times, but when he touched a little bit of flesh, he screamed in pain. Instead of taking out the bullet, the bleeding worsened, and in the end he didn't take the bullet out. The head was pulled out, and the whole person fainted on the ground due to excessive blood loss.

The two guarding him carried him to the hospital bed without saying a word.

Zhan Shifeng didn't faint for a long time. He opened his eyes tiredly, and what he saw was the drip bottle above his head under the light.

Who is giving him the infusion?
Did grandpa call the nurse?

He moved his fingers and felt a tingling pain in his arm, and the pain made him a little bit more conscious.

Next to his hospital bed, there were still two men in black guarding him. Their faces were expressionless, they didn't look at him, and they didn't move. If it wasn't for the ups and downs of breathing, it would make people think that they were two wax figures.

He wanted to get up, only to find that his body was tied to the hospital bed. The shoulders, abdomen, knees, ankles, and the bindings everywhere made him unable to move. He could only move his fingers and head.

"Why tie me up? Where's Grandpa?"

He was a little panicked, it didn't look like he was going to save him.

The two men in black didn't react at all, they looked like Hei Wuchang who came to take his life.

Zhan Shifeng suddenly thought of something, he suddenly raised his eyes to look at the drip bottle, because of struggling, the drip bottle shook, which also allowed him to see clearly the instructions on the drip bottle, when he saw it clearly, his The pupils constricted.

This bottle of medicine is the same as the one the old man was infusing before.

It was the same bottle, the one he had injected with the drug.

He began to have difficulty breathing, as if something stuck in his throat, preventing him from uttering a single word.

The speed of hanging water was very slow, so slow that Zhan Shifeng recalled all the past in his mind, so slow that he clearly felt that the body's consciousness was disappearing little by little, numb, cold...

Half an hour later, there was only a little liquid left in the bottle, and Zhan Shifeng saw the old man.

The old man walked in with a cane:

"Feng'er, you don't have to hate Shiyan, this is arranged by me."

Zhan Shifeng opened his mouth, looking terrified and helpless.

He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make any sound from his throat.

He clearly felt that his life had come to an end, and he did not close his eyes until he died.

Zhan Baicang's hand on crutches trembled as if he was out of strength.

He raised his hand with difficulty, and covered the dizzy eyes of Feng Shifeng on the hospital bed:
"Don't blame grandpa, for the future of the Zhan family and Shi Yan, grandpa must abandon you.

Feng'er, rest in peace. "

Zhan Shifeng closed his eyes forever, and a tear fell from the corner of Zhan Baicang's eye. He withdrew his hand which was already icy cold, turned his head to the other side and said:

"Send it to be cremated."