Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The police arrived and began taking photos of the empty scene to collect evidence.

Director Gu greeted Fu Haitang with both hands: "Boss Fu, you have done what we wanted to do for so many years. It's a big deal. Thanks to your advance notice, those criminals and spectators who escaped through the secret passage have all been captured by our ambushes."

Fu Haitang looked at him without saying anything. There was a layer of deathly silence in those eyes that always contained a sense of intimidation.

Director Gu looked around the fourth floor. "Shulou has always been vigilant and heavily guarded, which is why we haven't been able to collect any strong evidence over the years. Now that we have the testimonies of these victims, we will surely be able to catch this evil industry chain in one fell swoop. It's just a pity that there is no evidence left at the scene."

Fu Haitang held the pearl in her palm.

The cold beads have been warmed by his body temperature.

"The evidence at the scene is all in here."

Director Gu took the two pearls of excellent quality and examined them carefully. "What is this? A camera?"

Fu Haitang nodded, waved his hand slightly, and walked away alone.

The secret passage was too long and too far, so Han Guanshan held Song Weiyu and walked out directly from the exploded entrance.

Most of the police were blocking people at the secret passages, but not many at the main entrance.

But there were too many onlookers, and Han Guanshan's people deliberately caused disputes and chaos.

When the situation became a mess, they boarded the helicopter under the cover of their men.

Chen Fang watched him get on the plane in the dark.

Sun Hexi stood beside him and spat amid the noise of the propellers, "It's easy to catch Han Guanshan, but it's extremely difficult to follow the clues and pull out the whole net. Boss, we can't alert the enemy. The higher-ups have ordered us to let him go today."

“Play the long game and catch the big fish.”

After saying that, he glanced at Chen Fang's hand on the gun handle. Only when the man let go of the gun did Sun Hexi breathe a sigh of relief.

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On the plane, Han Guanshan sat down and looked at the person in his arms.

I just carried her all the way up four flights of stairs, and I didn't feel any weight at all. She is really thin now, and looks so light that she might be blown away by the wind at any time.

Her complexion was no longer as rosy and fair as before, but instead looked sickly. Her face was originally small, and now it was so thin that her facial features looked pitiful.

He swallowed and turned his head to the window, "Evil spirit."

Zhou Qingye looked back at the two of them. This scene was exactly the same as it was 20 years ago when the car was speeding on the roads of Beijing and Han Guanshan was holding her who was about to give birth.

The man's face, which had been ruthless and cold-blooded for years, finally showed a trace of human emotion.

Watching the scenery outside the window rapidly receding, Han Guanshan turned back again.

It seems that if I don't keep looking at her, she will suddenly disappear like these scenes.

After all, his life has always been one of loss.

The father he had never met, the mother who died early due to illness, and Mother Song who died because of him.

The last time I left, the person in my arms had premature birth and almost died because of him.

This time when he came back, not only did the person in his arms suffer a lot, but he also took the bullet for him...

"Qingye, tell me, am I really born to be a plague god? Whoever meets me will die a miserable death?"

In the plantations of Southeast Asia, everyone called him the 'Plague God'. By the end, people said that anyone who got too close to Han Guanshan would die.

Zhou Qingye flew towards the nameless mountain in the suburbs of Beijing, where there was Han Guanshan's resort and health care center. It was called a health care center, but it was actually a private hospital.

"Brother, am I not still alive and well?"

Han Guanshan didn't care about Zhou Qingye's answer, but gently lifted her hand.

Sure enough, a finger was missing.

The gauze wrapped around her palms was covered in blood and dust. She loved cleanliness the most, but was also the most delicate and afraid of pain.

It’s hard to imagine how scared she would be when someone chopped off her fingers.

So, why would she, who was already covered in scars, suddenly take the bullet for him?

Why…

"Hurry up, her body is very cold, her breathing is getting weaker, and the bleeding hasn't stopped. But she is so much shorter than me, the bullet probably didn't hit her vital parts..."

Ramble.

"Brother, I haven't seen you nagging like this in a long time."

Han Guanshan suddenly closed his mouth, looked at Song Weiyu's closed eyes, and touched her long eyelashes with trembling hands.

"I just don't want her to die so easily."

The man pressed the scar from his ear to his neck. This fatal wound, which was more than 30 centimeters long, was given to him by her personally.

The scenery outside the window gradually changed from tall buildings to green mountains and green land, and my memory went back to the time when I was 19 years old.

Because of a man she had just known for less than a year, she blushed and confessed to him on a snowy night: "Brother, I'm going to tell you a secret, please don't tell mom. I seem to like a boy."