It's already early the next morning, and today is the last day of the weekend.

Yi Feng went up to the top floor and woke up Wang Yue, who had practiced until he fell asleep, with one kick.

"Wake up, it's time to do something."

After going downstairs, Wang Yue saw that Yi Feng had already made breakfast, and immediately rushed over to devour it.

"Brother Feng, that Song Wenjie is in the hospital, and there are many people in the hospital. His dad must have arranged for a lot of people to guard the hospital, can you handle it? ”

Wang Yue asked as he ate.

"It's the number of people that makes it easy to start, and the number of people makes it easy to confuse them." Yi Feng said lightly.

"By the way, you also go with me today, and I will take you to see the world."

When Wang Yue heard this, he immediately became excited.

He also scoffed at what the Song family's father and son did, and if he could join Yi Feng's plan, he would be able to learn a lot from Yi Feng.

"That's great, Brother Feng, you tell me the plan first." Wang Yue said excitedly.

"No plans for the time being." Yi Feng blurted out.

Wang Yue was stunned on the spot: "No plan? I didn't plan what you were going to do, you rushed in with a knife and cut people? ”

Yi Feng looked at him: "If Huang Zeyu tells Song Fei that I am the judge, then we may not even be able to enter the door of the hospital." Even if we do, someone will keep an eye on us. ”

"But I don't know if Huang Zeyu will tell Seinfeld, so I have to go to the hospital to find out."

"Plans can't keep up with changes, so let's improvise. I'll go in in first to attract Huang Zeyu's attention, and you will come back later. ”

After hearing this, Wang Yue nodded thoughtfully.

……

At this time, he was in a hospital in a nearby suburb.

Four or five bodyguards stood guard outside a ward, and there were seven or eight policemen in this corridor.

As for the entire hospital, I don't know how many hidden plainclothes there are.

The ward door opened, and Seinfeld and Huang Zeyu walked out at the same time, and they stood in the hallway talking.

"Officer Huang, I want to be held accountable, I want to sue that person! He knocked my son like this, and he almost broke a comminuted fracture, and the doctor said that even if it was finished, it might leave sequelae. My son is still so young, what do you call him to do! ”

Seinfeld said resentfully.

When Huang Zeyu heard this, his face was expressionless, without the slightest trace of pity.

Song Wenjie is young, aren't those four girls young? Song Wenjie's future is the future, what about the future of the four girls? They were all ruined by Song Wenjie.

But these words, as Huang Zeyu, he can't say them in front of Seinfeld. Otherwise, Seinfeld complained about him, and he would have taken two more demerits, and he might have been demoted.

What's more, this Seinfeld has a relationship with Wu Ke.

"Boss Song, the person who hit the person, was already dead at that time. It's useless for you to hold him accountable, do you want his family to make any compensation? ”

"People are dead, the pillar of the family is dead, and my daughter is crazy, so let's get by."

Huang Zeyu took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions and not let himself get angry.

When Seinfeld heard this, he snorted coldly and said no more.

"Then you must protect my son, and you must not let that killer get in and hurt my son!" After thinking about it, Seinfeld said to Huang Zeyu again in a commanding tone.

"Don't worry, Boss Song, this is our duty, and we will do our duty!"

Huang Zeyu replied coldly.

"That's best, don't forget, I have some friendship with you Wu Ke." When it was over, Seinfeld added.

Huang Zeyu couldn't stand it and was about to leave, when suddenly his mobile phone rang.

The other end of the phone: "Captain, Yi Feng has entered the hospital!" ”

This was called by his subordinates, and when Huang Zeyu heard this, his face suddenly changed. Easy Wind ...... I still can't help but do it.

Song Fei saw that Huang Zeyu's face was strange, and hurriedly asked:

"Officer Huang, what's wrong, is something wrong?"

Huang Zeyu froze for a moment and looked at Seinfeld:

"It's okay, I'll go down and take a look at the personnel layout to see if there's anything missing."

After speaking, Huang Zeyu went downstairs.

At this time, as soon as Yi Feng walked into the hospital, he was stared at by the plainclothes in the hall. No matter where Yi Feng went, they followed.

Because Huang Zeyu instructed and showed them Yi Feng's photo, saying that as long as Yi Feng entered the hospital, everyone would keep an eye on him.

"Yo, Officer Huang, what a coincidence. Are you sick and coming to the hospital? ”

Seeing Huang Zeyu coming over with a gloomy face, Yi Feng greeted him calmly.

"I'm fine, what about you, what are you doing in the hospital?"

Huang Zeyu stood still in front of Yi Feng and asked in a cold voice.

"Of course I came to the hospital to see a doctor, but I've been feeling unwell lately. I don't know what is uncomfortable, but when I heard that Song Wenjie was released, I began to feel uncomfortable. ”

Yi Feng looked at Huang Zeyu and sneered:

"Officer Huang, you said that Song Wenjie will definitely not be able to run for ten or eight years this time, but what about the result. He came out in less than three days, what did I say, someone gave him a sinner, right? ”

Huang Zeyu took a deep breath when he heard this. Hanging his head, he whispered:

"He won't end well, yesterday's car accident was retribution."

"Don't mess around, you can't take him away today no matter what, let alone do it."

Yi Feng shook his head and smiled, looked at Huang Zeyu and said:

"Officer Huang doesn't believe in the law you uphold now, and is he starting to believe in retribution?"

"But I'm here to see a doctor today, what am I going to do with Song Wenjie? Officer Huang had better protect him and don't let the inquisitor sneak in. ”

Yi Feng's provocation in the open and in the dark made Huang Zeyu so angry that he had nowhere to vent, and the green tendons on his forehead rose.

Yi Feng didn't leak anything when he spoke, he didn't admit that he was the judge at all, and Huang Zeyu couldn't catch his handle, which was really angry.

He could only watch Yi Feng walk upstairs, and then instructed his subordinates:

"Keep an eye on Yi Feng at all times, and don't let him get close to that ward."

……

The second floor of the hospital is also the hall, the place of registration, and there are dozens of seats in the hall. Yi Feng sat there and sent a message to Wang Yue.

At the same time, a man in a white lab coat and wearing a white mask. Pushing a cart box with a charge of medicine, he walked outside Song Wenjie's hospital room.

"What are you doing, stop!"

The bodyguard at the door immediately stopped him and scolded him sharply.

"Change the patient's dressing." The doctor shuddered, raised his hands, and said.

He was obviously frightened by the bodyguard's momentum.

"My son only took the medicine last night, so he changed the medicine so quickly? Who the hell are you, take him down for me! ”

Seinfeld immediately walked over, frowning, and took the doctor for a judge.

The bodyguards at the door immediately surrounded him, subdued the doctor, and took off his mask.

"What are you doing, didn't you call me over because you said you wanted to change the dressing?"

The doctor was trembling with fright, and said quickly.

"What are we called? When the fuck did we call you to change your dressing, who the hell called you! ”

Seinfeld's heart sank and he yelled at the doctor.

There was no one here to call the doctor to change the dressing, could it be that the judge had already entered the hospital? Seinfeld was flustered.

At this moment, everyone heard Song Wenjie's screams coming from inside the ward:

"Dad, help! Help me! ”

Seinfeld's face changed wildly, and he hurriedly rushed into the ward with a group of bodyguards.

I saw that Song Wenjie's bed sheets suddenly caught fire, and there were broken glass bottles scattered on the ground. Apparently someone threw the gasoline bottle through the window, and it landed right on Song Wenjie's hospital bed.

"Quick! Save my son! ”

Seeing that the bodyguards were stunned, Seinfeld was so angry that he kicked the ass of one of the bodyguards and yelled.

A group of bodyguards reacted and hurriedly pulled Song Wenjie off the bed and extinguished the fire on his legs. Fortunately, Song Wenjie reacted quickly and blocked it with a pillow, so that the fire did not burn to his upper body.

The fire on his body was extinguished, and the bodyguards hurriedly carried him to a wheelchair.

Just then, another gasoline bottle was thrown in through the window.

This time everyone saw that the bottle had a silk thread hanging from it, which had been thrown from upstairs.

And upstairs, it's already the top floor.

"Hurry up and put out the fire! Hurry up and put out the fire! The doctor cried out in horror.

"Save the fart, get my son out first!"

Seinfeld shouted wildly.

By this time, the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and it was difficult to extinguish. The two bodyguards hurriedly rushed out of the ward to find a fire extinguisher, and the rest of the bodyguards surrounded Song Wenjie and pushed him out of the ward.

At this time, the policeman in the corridor also ran over and hurriedly asked what was going on.

"Someone set fire! Someone is throwing gasoline bottles down from the roof, go get you! ”

Seinfeld choked on the smoke and coughed to the cops.

The policemen did not dare to delay and hurriedly rushed to the roof.