"Son, how do you feel today?"

"Don't you have long eyes yourself, and what kind of nurse did you find, who caused me like this, and when I can move, I will definitely skin him!"

"Good, good." Seeing that her son was almost beaten into a vegetative state and bullied by a little nurse, she was also extremely angry.

"I'm going to call your dad and ask how the result is, it's really impatient to dare to spread wild on the head of the surnamed Ma."

"Okay, Kombat , that one named Zhang Han must make him disappear from this world." Ma Ming gritted his teeth.

The phone earpiece beeped twice, and when it was connected, Ma Huaide paused before slowly making a heavy sound.

"Hey, what's wrong, didn't you go to the hospital to see Ma Ming?"

Li Fen's shrill voice complained.

"The surname is Ma, do you still have a little conscience, your son was almost beaten to death, so you just forget it? Let you find Yang Wu, have you found it? ”

Ma Huaide took the phone away and waited for her to finish before taking it back.

"I asked, but Yang Wu only said that he didn't know."

Ma Ming heard this, "Nonsense, Yang Wu is with him, even Yang Wu is arrested, break his leg for me to see if he says it!" ”

Ma Huaide has also been mixed in officialdom for all these years, and he is quite disgusted by the behavior of the two of them who talk but have brains, if Ma Ming hadn't been for his son, he would have been thrown out to feed the dogs.

"Shut up and give me a good reflection in the hospital!"

After that, the phone was hung up.

Ma Huaide felt a little thirsty in his throat, the last drop of water in the cup had already been drunk, and he loosened his tie and lay on the sofa with his head back.

There were also Zhao Cripple and Uncle Feng in the room, under the invisible pressure of Uncle Feng, Ma Huaide and Zhao Cripple felt very depressed.

There is also a woman, her hair is neatly tied behind her head, her eyes are extremely sharp, and her flaming red lips symbolize that she has two personalities, cold and enthusiastic, dressed in a black and red bird Chaofeng cheongsam and playing with a short knife with cold light.

Next to her was a man, about the same age as her, with dark skin, and his two eyes stared at the slit of the cheongsam, and he couldn't help but open his hand and touch it.

On the white thighs is a pair of coffee-colored stockings, which can almost be imagined to the soft touch, full of irresistible magic.

Just as he was about to touch it, his heart beat wildly, and he breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said that it was dangerous, and at this moment the short knife was silently and gently against the artery in his neck.

"Lao Qi, if you dare to move, try it, I promise you will be very cool..."Liang had no threatening tone, but every word was full of killing intent.

Although Lao Qi really wants to try the cool feel, that kind of posture is not something that can be found with money outside, but it is still the most important thing in comparison.

"Hehe, cool, I just want to know where you bought these stockings, the quality seems to be good."

Liang ignored him, and Lao Qi was bored with himself, so he had to drink tea stupidly.

These two people were much calmer than Ma Huaide and Zhao Cripple, Uncle Feng still didn't speak, sitting on the sofa, with a hanging bottle on his withered arm, and a steady stream of blood transfused into his dying body.

Dangdangdang.

There was a knock on the door, and the person who came in put down a photo on the table and hurried out, the atmosphere in the room is a big test of people's psychological quality.

"Let's see if it's him."

Uncle Feng's voice was like a gossamer, Zhao lame nodded, Ma Huaide reached over to take the photo, and suddenly a short knife flew over, nailing the photo firmly on the table, and Lao Qi and Liang laughed uncontrollably.

The photo was a screenshot of the surveillance print, and the picture was frozen in the moment when Zhang Han shot and killed Peng Hu.