Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

"You've been waiting for me to lose my husband, but you waited too long and finally couldn't help but take action..." She turned around and stared at Zhang Zhiwen with hateful eyes. "Rong Kun got infected with opium after only going out with you once. Do you dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with you!"

At this moment, she wanted a definite answer.

Zhang Zhiwen suddenly laughed softly. The laughter was a little suppressed at first, but the laughter turned into laughter.

He stood up and looked at the woman who was only a few steps away from him with a sinister look: "Since you mentioned this matter, I will give you a definite answer. It was indeed my design to get Rong Kun dyed." Opium, the kind of purified opium, only takes one time to make people addicted and unable to stop!"

"Sure enough, it's you!" Mrs. Rong picked up the teacup on the table, raised her hand, and quickly threw it towards Zhang Zhiwen.

With a "bang" sound, the teacup did not hit Zhang Zhiwen, but hit the wall behind Zhang Zhiwen, breaking into pieces.

Zhang Zhiwen turned slightly and hid. He raised his hand to hold the pen beside him, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Hate me so much? Haha~ I haven't finished what I said before. The reason I asked you to meet is actually to... kill you!"

After the words fell, Mrs. Rong's expression did not show any panic, and her tone was deep: "That's such a coincidence, so do I!"

At this moment, a bullet was shot from the building opposite, passed straight through the wide open window, and then whizzed towards Zhang Zhiwen, grazing the hair on Mrs. Rong's head.

In the building opposite the Crystal Hotel, by the window on the third floor, Du Qing was holding a sniper rifle in his hand, his expression serious and serious, very different from his usual appearance.

He is bound to win this shot!

But a strange scene happened.

The bullet came to a standstill less than 1 centimeter away from Zhang Zhiwen's eyebrows!

It was like being blocked by an invisible air current.

The clear sight coming from the scope made Du Qing suspect for a moment that he was dazzled.

He rubbed his eyes hard, and when he looked over again, it was still the same scene as before.

This is so weird!

But the wife is still in the room.

Du Qing ignored his self-doubt and aimed again at the target. This bullet was faster and faster than the previous one.

But again, the bullet still stopped 1 centimeter away from Zhang Zhiwen's eyebrows.

Du Qing immediately dropped his sniper rifle and ran downstairs.

In room 302, Mrs. Rong was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she could not react for a moment.

She knew that some people could dodge bullets if they reacted quickly enough, but controlling bullets... was that something people could do! ?

But Zhang Zhiwen in front of him did it.

He didn't seem to pay attention to the two bullets at all. After confirming that the people in the building opposite were no longer there, he gently raised his hand, and the two bullets immediately fell from the air, and were then easily held in the palm of Zhang Zhiwen's hand.

The bullet rubbed against the green thumb on Zhang Zhiwen's finger, making a slight crisp sound.

Mrs. Rong finally came back to her senses and stared at Zhang Zhiwen in horror, her voice trembling slightly: "You... what are you?"

Zhang Zhiwen smiled softly. He didn't say anything, but walked past Mrs. Rong to the window.

At this time, Du Qing happened to run into the street from the building opposite and was running towards the Crystal Hotel out of breath.

Zhang Zhiwen rolled the bullets in his hand between his fingertips. The next moment, two bullets popped out from his fingertips one after another, shooting straight into the center of Du Qing's eyebrows like a straight line.

In the middle of the street, Du Qing fell down on the street before he could even look up at the assailant's face.

Zhang Zhiwen then turned around and walked towards Mrs. Rong with a cheerful pace.

Mrs. Rong was carrying her back. She didn't know what had just happened, but she was so panicked that she couldn't move her body at all.

"what have you done?"

"It's just that I returned those two bullets." Zhang Zhiwen's voice sounded beside her.

Mrs. Rong reacted immediately, "You killed Lao Du!"

Zhang Zhiwen walked up to Mrs. Rong and sneered, "Whoever fired the shot is the one who died on the street just now!"

After saying this, he suddenly raised his hand and stabbed the pen with the cap removed towards Mrs. Rong.

Mrs. Rong wanted to hide, but her will could not control her body. She could only watch in vain as the tip of the pen got closer and closer.

The door was suddenly opened, and Zhang Zhiwen was kicked open unprepared, but the pen in his hand was still inserted into Mrs. Rong's shoulder.

——It was originally intended to be inserted into the throat, but because of that kick, it shifted its position.

After Rong Xianyi kicked her, he protected Mrs. Rong behind him and stared at Zhang Zhiwen closely.

Lin Shuyang followed closely behind and closed the door tightly with his backhand.

Because of the two gunshots, someone had already started checking the room.

They saw Mrs. Rong entering room 302 downstairs, but in order to avoid making any noise, they spent a lot of effort to get the key to room 302. As a result, gunshots rang out as soon as they went upstairs.

What a risk, they arrived before it was too late and saved Mrs. Rong's life!

Zhang Zhiwen staggered a few steps to the side, and when he steadied himself, his eyes were already filled with anger.

His men began to slowly condense a black ball and came out, "I didn't want to kill you so quickly, but you came to me on your own initiative, so I'll send you on the road together."

Lin Shuyang's expression changed drastically. It turned out that Zhang Zhiwen had been taken over by that turbid air!

He subconsciously touched his neck, and then he remembered that the five-color stones were all on Rong Xianyi. He turned around and saw that Rong Xianyi's expression had not changed much, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was pointed at Zhang Zhiwen's heart.

Did Rong Xianyi already know Zhang Zhiwen’s identity?

This thought flashed past, and the next moment, the bullet from Rong Xianyi's gun shot into Zhang Zhiwen's body, but not in the heart, but in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Zhiwen stared at the wound on his palm in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe why he failed to block a mere bullet...

"Lao Du, A Yi, he killed Lao Du!" Mrs. Rong's body was freed, she covered her shoulders and fell into a chair nearby, looking sad and angry.

At this time, a series of footsteps sounded outside the door, and Mr. Luo's people were already searching for him.

Lin Shuyang's fingers had already reached Rong Xianyi's collar, and his tone was calm: "I need five-color stones."

Rong Xianyi blocked him, with a complicated expression: "Now is not the time."

Lin Shuyang's eyes paused slightly.

Yes, there is still one day left before the time given by Siming.

But, "Didn't you hear? It has already killed Uncle Du! It almost killed Mrs. Rong! Ayi, give me the thing, quickly!"