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"Chen Feng! Are you trying to scare me?"

"You are trying to scare me, right?"

"You don't stand a chance against Jiajun!"

"You're just lying to me!"

He Hongming was obviously unwilling to face the reality before him and spoke.

"Who do you think you are?"

"You're worthy of me lying to you?"

Chen Feng's tone was full of disdain.

He didn't take He Hongming seriously at all.

Hearing this, He Hongming was at a loss for a moment.

At this time, He Hongming heard Chen Feng's words again.

"Guess why I'm willing to let you buy back your useless son's hand."

"Do you think I would be so kind as to allow your ignorant and foolish son who offended me to continue to be a normal person with all four limbs intact?"

"But it's also thanks to you."

"If you, as a loving father, had not spent five million US dollars to buy back your son's severed hand."

"Now your son only needs to lose his left hand, he doesn't have to lose his life at all."

"He Hongming, you old dog are really generous."

"Not only did you give me five million dollars, you also gave me the life of your stupid son."

"I really don't know what to say."

Chen Feng burst into laughter.

He Hongming only felt a trance in front of his eyes.

Chen Feng's words completely destroyed He Hongming's psychological defenses.

"Chen Feng, you are lying to me!"

"You must be lying to me!"

"That hand never left my sight."

"You will never have the chance to do anything!"

At this time, He Hongming was still repeating himself incessantly, like a tape recorder.

Chen Feng also knew that if He Hongming was not allowed to see the miserable condition of his son, he would not be able to face the reality.

"Okay, then I'll take pity on your efforts as a father and take you to see your son."

"Lan Yingying, Qian Wenxiong, please treat us well."

"It's still the same request, don't play to death."

"Don't go crazy either."

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Lan Yingying's face showed a very scary expression.

As a child who grew up in the village, Lan Yingying naturally harbors hostility towards people outside the mountain.

What's more, Qian Wenxiong is a heinous criminal whose crimes have destroyed thousands of families.

Lan Yingying would not feel any guilt for being ruthless to Qian Wenxiong. Instead, she would feel a sense of satisfaction in getting rid of a harm to the people.

Seeing Lan Yingying gradually walking towards him, Qian Wenxiong's pupils were filled with indescribable fear.

But now he has no ability to resist.

He could only accept his miserable fate.

Of course, this is the retribution he deserves.

Chen Feng and others carried He Hongming to the private hospital where He Jiajun was staying.

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"Quacks! You quacks!"

"You actually want to amputate my entire forearm!"

"If you can't heal my hand!"

"Believe it or not, I will throw your whole family into the sea!"

He Jiajun was furious at the doctor in front of him.

"Mr. He, your palm is completely necrotic, and there are signs of necrosis on your forearm as well."

"If it's not amputated soon."

"I'm afraid you can't even save your upper arm."

The leading doctor spoke with great embarrassment.

The doctor also knew that He Jiajun was He Hongming's child, and if he could not be cured, none of them would be able to escape.

But now there is really no need to continue treating He Jiajun's hand.

The best treatment is early amputation.

"Do you know what you are talking about!"

"I spent five million dollars to buy this hand!"

"I finally connected it, and now you want me to remove the forearm as well?"

"You bunch of losers!"

"If you can't cure it, then find someone who can cure my hand!"

"Get out, get out of here!"

He Jiajun used his intact right hand to pick up things around him and threw them at the doctor in front of him.

At this time, He Jiajun was just using anger to cover up his inner panic.

Now, the crazier He Jiajun acted, the more scared he was inside.

He Hongming, who was brought to the hospital by Chen Feng, happened to see He Jiajun going crazy at the doctor.

At this time, He Hongming finally faced the reality.

Chen Feng did not deceive himself.

If I still say nothing, my precious son will be ruined.

"dad!"

"Dad, you're here!"

"You're finally here!"

"These are some quacks!"

"Not only did he fail to heal my hand, he even wanted to chop it off."

"Dad, kill them all!"

"Find me a better doctor."

"Dad, I don't want to be a useless person!"

When He Jiajun saw He Hongming appear in the ward, he completely tore off his disguise.

He started crying and wailing at He Hongming.

In He Jiajun's eyes, his father is omnipotent.

As long as He Hongming takes action, his hand will definitely be cured.

These quacks will definitely pay the price!

However, He Jiajun did not notice the deep helplessness in He Hongming's eyes at this time.

He Hongming also wants to save his child.

But he really is powerless!

"Mr. He, your useless son's forearm is definitely beyond saving."

"Cut it off."

"See if I lied to you."

There was a frivolous smile on Chen Feng's face.

However, in He Hongming's eyes, Chen Feng's handsome face was more terrifying than a ghost at this moment.

"Chen Feng!"

"You bastard!"

"How dare you come here to cause trouble!"

"Dad, you should kill this bastard!"

"Kill him now!"

When He Jiajun saw Chen Feng, his already broken emotions were completely out of control.

Originally He Jiajun thought that He Hongming would stand up for him, but what was waiting for him was a loud slap in the face from He Hongming.

"Doctor, amputate my son's leg."

"Now, immediately!"

He Hongming made his choice immediately.

He Jiajun looked at He Hongming with a look that seemed difficult to execute.

Now He Jiajun simply cannot understand the choice his father made.

Seeing the doctors coming towards him, He Jiajun struggled frantically.

He Jiajun doesn't want his left hand to leave him completely.

However, as a sedative was injected into He Jiajun's body, He Jiajun completely lost his ability to resist and was pushed back into the operating room he had just been evacuated from.

"What old dog?"

"I can give you some more time."

"Let me see if I have lied to you?"

"Of course, I'll give you some time to make the right choice."

Chen Feng patted He Hongming's cheek gently and spoke.

He Hongming had no ability to refuse at this time and could only accept such an arrangement in silence.

However, although He Hongming seemed silent, an unprecedented intense struggle was brewing in his heart.

He Hongming didn't know whether he should tell Chen Feng everything he didn't know.

If I tell them, those big shots will never let me go.

He Hongming also knew something about their methods.

Being able to become a half-human, half-ghost experimental subject and continuing to linger on in this world is the best outcome.

But if he didn't say it, both he and his precious son would surely lose their lives.

And it was not a comfortable death, but a death after suffering torture.

He Hongming was extremely conflicted.

At this time, He Hongming was eager to find some new ways out.

But at this time, he had already reached the end of his road.

How could there be a new way out?

Just at this moment, an unexpected person appeared here.

"Chen Feng, are you willing to take on a new bet?"

"I'm betting on the lives of my husband and son and your share of the gaming industry in Australia."

"If you can win this bet, the Charles de Gaulle Casino in Las Vegas will be yours."

"The Charles de Gaulle gambling industry is not comparable to these small industries in Macao."

"This time, you win the bet anyway."

At this time, a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared in front of Chen Feng.

This person is He Hongming’s wife and He Jiajun’s husband, Christina.

"What qualifications do you have to make this request to me?"

Chen Feng looked at Christina and asked.

"Just because my full name is, Christine de Gaulle."

"Michael de Gaulle's daughter."

"The one who is fighting you is my father."

There was an indescribable pride in Christina's tone.