In the room, the sunshine from the west slant happened to shine in through the window, and Luo Zhaoyang, who was facing away from the window, was wrapped in this sunlight, as if he was a god and Buddha, so that Wang Meixin, who was standing at the door and secretly watching into the room, couldn't believe everything in front of her.

Luo Zhaoyang and Zhang Fengnian entered this room for a minute at most, which was far beyond Wang Meixin's expectations.

"Fengnian, how are you?" Zhang Jizong walked over quickly, squatted down, held Zhang Fengnian's outstretched hand tightly, and asked worriedly.

"Master...... Sir, help me kill him. Zhang Fengnian's bloody mouth said this sentence one by one, and as he finished speaking, his hand began to slide down from Zhang Jizong's hand with age spots, and the godless eyes slowly closed.

"It's over, it's over, it's a big deal." Wang Meixin said secretly in her heart, looking at Zhang Fengnian, who had fainted, she was also confused all of a sudden, he didn't expect Zhang Fengnian to be so impatient, and he couldn't imagine that Luo Zhaoyang was so heavy.

"Come on, take him down for me." Zhang Jizong hugged Zhang Fengnian, looked up and glared at Luo Zhaoyang, and said loudly.

"Yes!" Several tall guards behind Zhang Jizong responded and rushed into the room with a brisk pace.

"Why are you so scoundrels, come to a group fight if you can't go it alone? You don't talk about credit? Luo Zhaoyang watched the guards approaching step by step, he stepped back cautiously, and said loudly.

"If something happens in the good year, I want you to pay for your life?" Zhang Jizong raised his head, looked at Luo Zhaoyang with a slanted gaze, and then said fiercely.

"Don't worry, he won't die, but ......" Luo Zhaoyang looked at Zhang Jizong's face, which had changed a little color because of excitement, and he said coldly, as if he was not worried about the guards who were starting to approach him.

"You hurt Young Master Zhang like this, I'll abolish you first." The guard led by the guard stepped forward quickly, reaching out to grab him, and when the wide palm was clasped on his shoulder, Luo Zhaoyang felt as if he was being clasped by an iron claw, and his collarbone felt like he was about to be crushed at that moment.

"Don't you go too far?" Luo Zhaoyang grabbed the guard's hand, stared at the guard in pain and said.

"Break my leg." Zhang Jizong looked at the guard and seemed to hesitate, and he immediately added, even if he broke one of Luo Zhaoyang's feet now, there was no way to eliminate his current anger.

"Yes!" The guard who grabbed Luo Zhaoyang immediately responded, but just as he turned his head and prepared to straighten Luo Zhaoyang upright, Luo Zhaoyang's fist also smashed on the bridge of his nose at the same moment.

The blood on the guard's two nostrils suddenly gushed out like two flood canals, and with stars in his eyes, he had to let go of the hand that was tightly clasping Luo Zhaoyang's shoulder.

"Don't move?" Just when Luo Zhaoyang raised his foot and was about to attack the other guards, a guard suddenly took out a gun, and his dark muzzle was aimed at Luo Zhaoyang, and the shaking hand was tightly connected to the trigger, which made the gun likely to go off at any time.

"Staff Officer Zhang, are your people too much to dare to pull out guns here for us?" Just when Wang Meixin didn't know how to deal with it, Wang Jianhui suddenly walked over briskly from the other end of the corridor, looking at the guard holding a gun, he said very politely, although he still doesn't know what caused the misunderstanding, but he also knows that if it doesn't happen, there will be deaths, and the most important thing is that the muzzle of the gun is pointed at Luo Zhaoyang.

"Pull out a gun? I made a special trip to see Mr. Wang with a group of experts, but your people beat my grandson like this, and if I don't kill him, I can already be regarded as saving face for you. Zhang Jizong gritted his teeth, pointed at Luo Zhaoyang, who had been controlled by the guards, and said loudly.

Wang Jianhui listened to Zhang Jizong say this, and then he found Zhang Fengnian, who was being rescued by the doctor on the other side, looking at Zhang Fengnian, whose face was pale and covered in blood, he knew that the problem was serious.

"I said a long time ago that he wouldn't fight, he wanted to fight himself, and now he loses the fight and plays a scoundrel, what do you mean?" Luo Zhaoyang struggled, looking at Wang Jianhui's arrival, he seemed to see hope again.

Although he didn't know what Wang Jianhui's military rank was, he felt that at least Wang Jianhui had more say than Wang Meixin here, and he wouldn't push himself out like Wang Meixin.

"Staff Officer Zhang, it's not good, it's not good, Young Master Zhang's blood is flowing backwards, and we will send him to the operating room soon." When Wang Jianhui was about to speak, the doctor who was doing first aid on the side came over in a panic and said in a low voice.

Zhang Jizong listened to such news, he was stunned, he turned around, looked at Zhang Fengnian who began to twitch, he began to get excited again, he raised his hand with little age spots, gritted his teeth and said, "Kill him for me." ”

A sentence that was not too long made Zhang Jizong drag on for a long time, as if he was worried that others would not be able to hear every word he said.

"I'm sorry, brother, kill for your life, you can die." The guard holding the gun pushed the bullet into the hall, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly hit Luo Zhaoyang's temple, and when the somewhat cold metal touched Luo Zhaoyang's forehead, Luo Zhaoyang suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Jizong turned his head and looked at Luo Zhaoyang, who was laughing with his head high, and asked puzzledly, now that even the expert group he brought over has been declared critically ill, then he wants Luo Zhaoyang to die first.

Wang Meixin looked at the calm Luo Zhaoyang, she couldn't help but look at her differently, because at such a life-and-death juncture, not only did he not beg for mercy, but he was calm and not surprised, which already made her admire Luo Zhaoyang's courage.

"I'm laughing at you, laughing at you for letting your grandson bury me." Luo Zhaoyang held his head high and laughed again.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Jizong walked over quickly, grabbed Luo Zhaoyang's clothes, and said fiercely, there were only the two of them in the room just now, and no one saw the tricks between them, but he believed that with Zhang Fengnian's skills, even if he was a special knife hand in the army now, he might not be able to take advantage of him, which was why he let Zhang Fengnian go to fight Luo Zhaoyang just now.

Listening to Luo Zhaoyang say this now, he vaguely felt that Luo Zhaoyang had done something to his grandson, otherwise Zhang Fengnian would not be so unscrupulous, let alone let the other party be fatal with one move.

"Is his blood flowing backwards now, is he having convulsions now?" Luo Zhaoyang was in the room, so he shouldn't have seen Zhang Fengnian's situation outside, but the words that came out of his mouth at this moment were as if he had just come to see them.

"What did you do to him? You ......" Zhang Jizong began to get excited, his hand holding Luo Zhaoyang kept shaking, all along, he could respond to every call in the army, but now facing Luo Zhaoyang, he suddenly had a feeling of powerlessness.

"Give me a minute, I can get him out of danger, or don't you blame me?" Luo Zhaoyang stopped laughing, his face returned to its original calm, and his eyes staring at Zhang Jizong looked very firm.