step by step addiction

When Ji Yunsu was sent to the hospital, she was still very conscious. Perhaps it was the pain in her knees and back that irritated her.It's just that she would rather pass out by herself than have to be in pain.

Zhuang Yan took her for a knee and back examination, and after she was finally admitted to the ward, the attending doctor asked Zhuang Yan to go out, as if she had something to say.

Ji Yunsu looked over, his expression unspeakably indifferent, "Tell me what you have to say, he is not my guardian."

The attending doctor was slightly startled, and glanced at Zhuang Yan. He had said that he was the guardian.

Zhuang Yan frowned a little before asking, "What's the question?"

"The back is traumatic, not serious. The main reason is a fracture of the tibial plateau, which may affect walking in the future. You must be mentally prepared."

Ji Yunsu grasped the quilt tightly in his hand, and his ears started buzzing again, feeling like the sound was soaked in water, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Zhuang Yan sullenly, just hummed, and waited for the attending doctor to leave before saying to Ji Yunsu: "This is just an ordinary hospital, he will tell you the worst result, in case any accident troubles him. Don't Worry..."

He gently stroked Ji Yunsu's calf, "I will find someone to cure it."

Ji Yunsu was already numb from the pain, staring at one place with a blank expression on his face, "Our contract will end in two days, so don't worry about it."

Zhuang Yan pursed her lips tightly, and after a while, raised her hand to straighten out her messy temple hair, pinning it behind her ears, "I'll go to the doctor, later..."

"Yunsu..." Feng Chi rushed into the ward, sweating profusely, panting heavily.

Ji Yunsu's indifferent face finally eased, and he smiled at Feng Chi, "I'm fine."

Feng Chi saw her unbearably swollen knees and half of her face, and was angry and anxious, "It's all like this and you still say it's okay, please be more serious when you're perfunctory."

Ji Yunsu chuckled, then took a deep breath, staring blankly at his knees, "It's something, the doctor said it might affect walking in the future."

"Maybe? That is or maybe not. Don't be so pessimistic. How many athletes are still running with steel nails in their knees? Don't be discouraged first. Once you are discouraged, your body will be discouraged."

Ji Yunsu murmured, "Sit down, don't stand."

Only then did Feng Chi remember to greet Zhuang Yan, and after sitting down, he asked, "Did you get caught?"

Zhuang Yan glanced at Ji Yunsu and got up, "Well, you watch her for me first, I'll go do something."

Feng Chi frowned imperceptibly, what is "replacing", hum.

"Yunsu is my friend, of course I will take care of her." Being a friend doesn't prevent him from being angry.

Ji Yunsu said at this time: "The two kidnappers said at the time that they did not receive a call order. I suspect that they were ordered by someone."

She looked up.

At this moment, she almost believed that one of her enemies intentionally harmed her. Apart from them, she couldn't think of any reason to explain the obviously premeditated kidnapping.

what will he doStill ignore it?Oh, just ignore it, ignore her life, what obligation does he have to care about her life, she has no expectations.

"You take a good rest, I'll take care of this matter." Zhuang Yan strode out, and when he turned around, his eyes instantly turned cold.

......

An abandoned building in a certain suburb.

Cheng Zhao kicked the two tied-up people to the ground, and stepped on one of them's face, "Say, who ordered you?"

The one who was stepped on was a short man, with his face pressed against the concrete floor, and he groaned in pain.

The tall man said for him: "We are only responsible for finding people, and we don't know anything else, and we have never met the connector."

Cheng Zhao raised his foot, and just about to step on it, he heard footsteps.

He withdrew his foot, took the information from the man in black and handed it over, "Boss, these two are human traffickers. They have been in the business for three years, during which time they abducted and trafficked hundreds of women, all of which were sold abroad."

Zhuang Yan took the document and glanced at it, then threw it back.

Cheng Zhao continued: "The monitoring data is too large, and the results will not be available until tomorrow morning. Judging from their communication records, in addition to their gang, there is also a club called Ye Laixiang, which they often go to. But the club is not clean and there is no installation. monitoring, so it has not been found out who they have business dealings with for the time being.”

Zhuang Yan walked over step by step, raised the tall man's chin on tiptoe, "You hit him?"

The tall man was stunned by those dark eyes, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

Zhuang Yan squatted down and asked again: "Have you ever died in your hands?"

The tall man swallowed, sweating coldly in panic, "No...no, what are you going to do, even if we break the law, it's not our turn...well..."

Zhuang Yan raised her toes and stepped on his mouth, looking at him with calm eyes, "This mouth is too noisy."

Cheng Zhao understood, and signaled to one of his subordinates, who immediately pulled a piece of tape and pasted it on.

Zhuang Yan turned around, slowly took off his suit jacket, handed it to Cheng Zhao, and then stretched out his hand.

A man in black handed him a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and after he put them on, he handed him a hammer.

Zhuang Yan played with the hammer in his hand, pushed the sliding glasses, and said coldly: "I heard that ten fingers connect with hearts, let's try."

Step by step, he came to the tall man's feet.

The shoes have been taken off, and the ten toes are wriggling uneasily, as if they know the fate they are about to face.

Zhuang Yan raised his foot and stepped on it slowly.

The pain seemed to be escalating, and gradually intensified until the entire back of the foot was stepped on the ground, and the bones seemed to be broken.

The tall man screamed in pain, and looked at the man in front of him in horror. He obviously had no expression on his face, but the indifference in his eyes didn't seem to regard him as a living person.

The tall man struggled hard and finally got rid of his foot, but he couldn't straighten one toe, and the pain didn't lessen, it was obviously broken.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes slightly.

Cheng Zhao, who had been paying attention to him, was so frightened that his hairs stood on end. He had been with the boss for so many years, and he had never seen the boss showing such a cold and terrifying expression, as if he could eat people.

He winked to the left and right, and immediately went up to the two of them, and tied the tall man to a bench.

Zhuang Yan tapped the tall man's instep lightly, as if muttering to himself, but also as if asking, "Knocking here, it hurts."

"Well..."

A sharp pain suddenly hit his whole body from the back of his foot, causing the tall man to twitch and struggle desperately.

But he was tied to the bench, and he couldn't move anywhere. His feet could only keep shaking and humming.

Zhuang Yan took a closer look, "It's not broken yet." As he spoke, he raised the hammer and dropped it heavily, his movements were neat and even graceful.

With this hammer, one could directly see the toe being broken and hanging twisted.

The tall man was so painful that he became incontinent, the front of his trousers was wet in a big lump, and he was humming desperately, but because he sealed his mouth, he couldn't even scream.

Zhuang Yan tapped the hammer rhythmically with his fingers, making a rattling sound, like a soul-death song.

"Not enough." He showed some dissatisfaction, turned the handle of the hammer, and hammered down again.

"Ah..." The short man watched helplessly as those feet were smashed and smashed in front of his eyes, and he could even see the broken bones, dripping with blood.

It can no longer be called a foot, it has become a mass of rotten flesh.

He screamed and squirmed on the ground, trying to escape.

Cheng Zhao quickly suppressed the astonishment in his heart, and stepped on it, making the short man afraid to move.

"I say, I say anything," he cried.

Zhuang Yan took off his glasses, handed out the hammer casually, and immediately stepped forward to take it by himself, but his trembling hands betrayed his current mood.

He had never seen such a boss before.

It was terrible, those indifferent and deep eyes didn't even make any waves from the beginning to the end.

Zhuang Yan took the snow-white towel handed over by Cheng Zhao, wiped off the wetness on his face little by little, and then carefully wiped his hands that had already been stained red, so that there was not even a trace of residue under his nails.

"Clean it up." He threw the towel to Cheng Zhao and walked out.