Xia Lang

The men in black pulled out their guns and pointed at the heads of each of them almost instantly, loading guns with guns.

The black muzzle of the gun was aimed right between the eyebrows of the big man with pattern tiger, and he, who was well-informed, could tell at a glance that this was the real thing. He swallowed, "Shouldn't you just shoot and kill people on the street?"

The man who was aiming at him smiled, but his hands didn't shake. It looked like he had received professional training, "Don't say that you took the guy to make friends with us. Since the results are similar, why can't we if you can?"

Some people didn't believe that they would shoot and kill people in the street, but still no one dared to move. After all, there was always a contingency in everything, and no one wanted to be the first unlucky ghost to be killed.

In the silence, Li Zhaozhuo came out holding the iron rod with his hands covered in blood.

The leader of the man in black stared slightly, "Master, are you injured?"

"Not my blood."

Li Zhaozhuo clenched the iron rod in his hand, walked up to the big man Wenhu, and ordered in a hoarse voice, "Kneel down."

He didn't give the big man Wenhu any time to think, maybe a second, maybe two seconds, he took the gun from the man in black's hand, aimed at his knee without changing his face, and clasped his index finger slightly.

Hearing a scream, the big man with Wenhu, who was still strangled just now, fell to the ground with his legs in his arms, howling.

Seeing that their eldest brother was injured, the other big men wanted to rush forward, but they dared not move because they pointed the gun at their own heads.

"Master..."

Seeing the murderous intent surging in the young master's eyes, the leader of the men in black was slightly startled, and just about to say something, the gun was returned.

Fortunately, the young master did not lose his sense of propriety. It is quite troublesome to deal with such things as shooting people in the street.

Li Zhaozhuo looked down at the lump of meat on the ground condescendingly, raised his hand, and swung down hard with an iron rod.

With a creepy "boom", his head was cut with a bigger cut, and blood kept gushing out, like a rotten watermelon.

The man with the tiger pattern screamed louder.

Afraid that the cry would attract people, the man in black immediately blocked his mouth, and the big man with the tiger stripes could only groan, like killing a pig.

Li Zhaozhuo tossed the stick and threw the iron stick, and went to the back to carry Song Linju out, walking in a hurry.

"Someone will drive us to the hospital."

Li Zhaozhuo can drive, but he is underage and does not have a driver's license.

When Li Zhaozhuo turned to leave, the leader of the man in black asked, "Master, should we send them to the police station?"

Li Zhaozhuo carefully put Song Linju into the back seat of the car without turning his head, "Take him back and interrogate him carefully, as long as the man with the broken head doesn't let him die."

Hearing the indifference in the young master's words, the leader will definitely not let the big man Wenhu feel more comfortable.

The young master has always been strategizing, and this is the first time he has seen the young master so flustered because of a single person. The young master is targeting this bastard so much, I'm afraid it wasn't the young man who opened it up.

The man in black drove the two of them to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment.

After Li Zhaozhuo got out of the car with Song Linju in his arms, the man in black wiped the sweat from his brow.

He drove to the edge of the speed limit along the way, and the young master frantically urged him to go faster, and still faster, forcing him to sweat profusely on such a breezy night.

Done

After doing various examinations, the doctor said that there was some blood loss and a slight concussion, and to be on the safe side, he had to be hospitalized for observation for a few days.

Song Linju on the hospital bed was asleep, his pale face and bloodless lips made him seem to become transparent in a second, and then completely disappear before his eyes.

Li Zhaozhuo held Song Linju's hand that was as cold as ice.

After so many examinations with Song Linju, his hands still couldn't help shaking slightly, and his heart was almost overwhelmed by self-blame and self-loathing.

How could he hurt Song Linju every time?

After hearing the news, Li Yukang put down everything in his hands and rushed over immediately. When he saw Song Linju with a pale face on the hospital bed, he became angry from the heart, and without asking anything, he slapped Li Zhaozhuo right away.

The anger and depreciation in the man's lowered voice were obvious, "Did you teach you all these years to the dog's belly? Can't even protect a person?"

Li Zhaozhuo's brain was buzzing from this heavy slap, his left cheek was hot and tingling instantly, and he was in a trance for a moment when the old man scolded him.

It hurts so much just being slapped. Song Linju's head was broken and bloody when he was hit by an iron rod. It must be several times more painful than him. How did he make up his mind to stand in front of him several times?

The deep blame in the man's eyes stung Li Zhaozhuo. He was still skeptical at first, but when he saw Li Yikang who rushed to the hospital in a hurry, his hair and clothes were out of order, and he blamed him indiscriminately, he confirmed his previous guess.

He was his son, and he was almost kidnapped, but when he came in, he only saw the person lying on the bed, and he didn't ask if he was injured, but was angry that he didn't protect others.

If you care so much about Song Linju, what is Song Linju if he isn't his son?

Li Zhaozhuo rubbed his already numb cheeks, spit bloody saliva, and said with a sneer, "Why are you so angry? Angry at me, a useless son, for failing to protect your darling illegitimate son?"

Li Yukang's eyes narrowed slightly under the glasses, what kind of illegitimate child?He thought Lin Ju was the illegitimate child he had always imagined?

Then why did he get so close to Lin Ju during this time?

Ever since he knew that Lin Ju was Li Zhaozhuo's tutor, he would always pay attention to them, and he was quite relieved to know that the relationship between them was getting better and better.

Li Yukang frowned tightly, the static lines between his brows were deeply sunken, and without anger, he scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

If other people were under Li Yikang's extremely oppressive stare at this time, they probably wouldn't even dare to speak, but Li Zhaozhuo not only refused to accept this, but even found it ironic.

Look at his appearance of denying righteous words, those who don't know think he is a gentleman, but in fact he is a coward that even his own son dare not recognize.

The resentment for Song Linju, the disdain for Li Yukang's hypocrite behavior, almost drowned his guilt, the final judgment of the machete hanging over his head, his heart was beating hard, so heavy that he could even feel the pain, as if he had been stuffed The lead block gradually sank to the bottom of the valley.

All kinds of complex emotions made Li Zhaozhuo's always clear mind extremely chaotic. In the chaos, he felt weightless, and the panic and resentment suppressed deep in his heart urgently needed an outlet.

And Li Yikang's cold gaze was like a sharp knife, he slashed heavily, the lock on the cage fell to the ground, and crazy negative emotions rushed out.

The sarcasm in Li Zhaozhuo's eyes made Li Bikang feel very uncomfortable. Just as he was about to say something, Li Zhaozhuo's mouth curled into a nasty smile, and his tone was loose.

"Oh, by the way, I don't know if your darling illegitimate son told you that he has been in love with your useless son for a long time."

Realizing who the illegitimate child he was talking about, Li Yikang did not lose his temper as Li Zhaozhuo expected, he just said lightly, "You are all boys."

It's almost like saying I don't believe it.

As if a punch had been punched on the cotton, the emotion in Li Zhaozhuo's eyes surged even more violently, and his eyes turned around on Li Yikang's calm face, "You don't believe it?"

Li Yukang didn't speak.

This brat has been convinced that he has an illegitimate child since the kidnapping, and stubbornly believes that his mother's death is related to the mistress he raised outside. Now he thinks that Lin Ju is his imaginary enemy. I'm afraid I said it on purpose to anger him.

It was Li Zhaozhuo who said this to make him angry on purpose, but what Li Yukang didn't expect was that his seemingly nonsense words were actually telling the truth.

Seeing Li Yukang's disbelief, the corners of Li Zhaozhuo's mouth widened even more, exaggerated as if wearing a smiling mask, and there was undisguised maliciousness in his deep eyes.

He slowly licked the corner of his mouth, as if reminiscing about something, "He tastes good, thanks to you raising him well."

The expression is frivolous, but Li Bikang can't see the slightest trace of joking on his face.

Li Yikang couldn't see anything on the surface, but his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that what this brat said was true?He and Lin Ju...

Li Yikang subconsciously looked at the other party, and happened to meet a pair of calm black eyes.

"Lin Ju, are you awake?"

With his back to Song Linju, Li Zhaozhuo, who had just returned, froze invisibly.

woke up?Did he hear the goddamn things he just said?

"Uncle Li..." Seeing that Li Bikang probably rushed over to see him in a hurry, Song Linju called out to him.

Hearing Song Linju's slightly weak voice, Li Zhaozhuo's thumbnail was deeply embedded in the second knuckle of his index finger with clenched fists, and he firmly suppressed the urge to turn back immediately.

He wanted to look at him, but he was afraid of the weak expression he would show when facing Song Linju, and he was even more afraid of seeing disappointment and disgust in his pure black eyes.

Li Zhaozhuo's voice was obscure, and he continued the previous topic stubbornly, "...he just woke up, you can ask him."

Originally, Li Zhaozhuo wanted to say something to make Li Bikang even more angry, but under Song Linju's gaze, he couldn't speak for a while.

Will he hate him?

He was such a proud man, and he spoke of him lightly and casually, almost as if he were referring to an insignificant plaything.

He must hate him.

But that's okay, Li Zhaozhuo closed his eyes and suppressed his panic, comforting himself like this.

Since Song Linju is the old man's illegitimate son, they are destined to stand on opposite sides, and the inappropriate relationship between them should end sooner, so that he can hear that he hates himself, so that he won't have any scruples when they meet each other in the future , it couldn't be better.

Li Zhaozhuo's jaw tightened, and the smell of blood in his mouth became stronger and stronger.

Although Li Yikang wanted to know the truth, he was not in a hurry to go to the hospital as soon as the injured patient woke up.