"No way!"

"Why is the injury worse?"

"Is this a human thing?"

"This doesn't match the medical report!"

"Could it be that those guys who assessed the injuries made a fake appraisal for the sake of our family?"

Wang Weihan and Wang Xuezhen were not too slow to learn the news.

Zhang Xuezhou rushed back from the Beirehe Research Institute, and the two took care of Wang Heran, and then were notified by the police sergeant to go to the detention center to see Wang Kaile.

After learning what happened, the two of them rushed to the Feiyu live broadcast company at No. 18 Xuefu Road.

On the second floor, the two also saw Wang Li.

No matter how bad the free-range son is, he is also his own son, although the family concept is strange, causing Wang Weihan to give up the cultivation of Wang Li, but it does not mean that Wang Li and himself are not related by blood.

Seeing that there was no wound on Wang Li's body, and there were still traces of residual blood in his nostrils and mouth, Wang Weihan's face was full of gloomy anger.

"Wei Han, when that little cub is released, you hit according to this injury, and I will be anxious with you if you hit lightly!"

Wang Xue Zhen looked at Wang Li, whose body was miserable, and a cold breath surged into his brain in his heart.

He had listened to a lot of cheering words in the detention center, but he didn't dare to ask a word at the moment.

"Fight, we must fight hard" Wang Xue Zhen emphasized: "The family has declined into this, he is still so rampant, if our family is still strong, wouldn't he want to kill people and throw them in the garbage heap." ”

"His pink eye is not light!"

Wang Weihan pursed his lips.

If Wang Li has the heart to repay the master's family, it will be filial piety to give the master's family.

If Wang Li makes a lot of money and does not return to the main family, this is also a normal thing.

Like branching out, Wang Li has grown into another plant, and the interests are not completely bound to the main family.

Wang Weihan re-uttered the words 'pink eye', which made Wang Xuezhen nod.

"Ren Wuxiao has communicated with me, and it is impossible for my unsuccessful children to harass Xiao Li in the future," Wang Xue Zhen said.

"That's good!"

Wang Weihan nodded.

Seeing that Wang Li, who didn't care about him at all, and didn't hear any title from Wang Li's mouth, he sighed deeply.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, you've really grown up," Wang Weihan said.

"Father and son? How many years no see? ”

Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.

This made Wang Weihan dumbfounded.

In an ordinary family, this is an almost impossible phenomenon, but in large families, it is very common.

Wang Li is young and careless, and he is indeed a little unpleasant.

Although Wang Li has the element of being calculated, it is also because Wang Li's will is not firm.

A second ancestor who eats, drinks, prostitutes, and gambles is disgusted, and only by completely cutting off the other party's dependence can it be possible to get rid of the previous stubbornness, and thus become an ordinary normal person.

In Wang Weihan's heart, his requirements for Wang Li are indeed not high, he just wants the other party to be an ordinary person after going out and squandering everything.

It's just that Wang Weihan didn't expect Wang Li to have a counterattack one day, and even counterattacked so much that Wang Kaile's eyes were out of control.

This is an extremely rare accident, comparable to the probability of returning to Xijing City in any lifetime.

If the Wang family is still a big family, Wang Kaile may not be so anxious, but in the case of Wang Haoran's loss of power, Wang Kaile and others can't help but want to do something, or seek a new source of wealth for the family.

That's all there is to the process.

It's just that Wang Li's body has too much pain, and this way of seeking is beyond common sense, and even out of ethics.

When Wang Weihan and Wang Xue Zhen came, they had thousands of words hidden in their hearts and never spoken, but after entering the room for a few minutes, there was nothing to say.

Until now, his son has never replied, just lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling carelessly.

Looking at the scars on the other party's body, such as fists, feet, sticks, chairs, etc., Wang Weihan opened his mouth, and finally had to speak.

"The medical treatment of Jishi Medical Center in Xuefu District can still be used, you can use it," Wang Weihan said.

"Hmph~"

A low nasal voice sounded, and Wang Li finally gave a response.

Although the response was not very kind, it was better than nothing.

Wang Weihan arched his hand towards Zhang Xuezhou, and only after repeated requests did he withdraw from this single room, which was not very spacious.

The sound of going downstairs and footsteps gradually faded away, and it was only when he was lying on the windowsill that he saw Wang Weihan and the others walking away, Wang Li took a breath of cold air.

"It's really not the right time to be beaten, Brother Xuezhou, please hurry up and help with the treatment, I almost fainted in pain!"

"I didn't expect them to come at this time!"

Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his hand, and waited until he had performed several times before he took out a stick from under the bed.

"Come on, come on, go on!"

"The strength this time is about seventy-five kilograms, even if you come, I will bear it!"

"Ah~ it hurts!"

Wang Li's eyes widened, he had never felt that the Xuan Turtle Fighting Technique could be cultivated so quickly.

The normal beating ends with the pain, and the turtle fighting technique is promoted through gradual blows.

This normal way of practicing is like a turtle crawling, and the practice is safe and slow.

The radical practice is to apply various grease ointments to rub the body, and then use sticks and other materials to beat it, through a strong stimulation to promote the impact of the turtle's genes, thus also inducing a stronger resistance force.

The ferocious practice relies on modern high-end medical treatment for rapid healing, which also leads to the fact that the beating can reach the maximum, or even exceed a certain range.

And right now, Wang Li felt that his cultivation was unprecedentedly ferocious.

He felt that no one would have his own cultivation conditions.

In just one practice, he had taken a blow weight that had gone from 30 kilograms to 60 kilograms, and now he was pushing at 75 kilograms.

Whenever the push is successful, it means that an ordinary person's fist can only deal less damage to him.

Compared with Zhou Xin's body, which has a blunt force of about ten tons, his level is undoubtedly tickling, and the distance is more than a hundred times.

But as long as the blood agent could be supplied and his body could withstand it, Wang Li felt that he would quickly shrink this magnification.

If he could push to the limit of the turtle's fighting defense and achieve two hundred kilograms of indiscriminate defense, it would mean that even if he didn't fight back, some sequencers wouldn't be able to damage him if they hit most areas of his body.

As long as he thought of this level, there was a hint of fanatical excitement in Wang Li's painful voice.

Thirty kilograms of sudden sixty kilograms almost doubled the increase, and seventy-five kilograms of sudden penetration quickly lowered this rise, followed by eighty-five kilograms, ninety kilograms, ninety-five kilograms, and one hundred kilograms.

In the 100-kilogram class, every 2 kilograms is used as a ladder.

When it comes to the 150 kg level, it is about one kilogram at a time.

Wang Li was numb to the beating, and kept speculating on the number of times he needed to be beaten.

"No, it's too tiring to beat people, we have to find someone to help!"

In the end, it was Zhang Xuezhou who couldn't survive.

It's not tiring to cast spells, but it's really tiring to hit people.

This is especially true under the premise of a balance of power.

This light hit has no effect, you need to fight again again, if it is heavy, it will cause Wang Li's broken power to cause too much pain.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt that this matter was troublesome.

Wang Li was counting the times, and Zhang Xuezhou was also counting.

He even calculated the number of times he needed to swing his stick and smash it again, which made Zhang Xuezhou feel physically and mentally exhausted.

After Wang Li's second breakthrough in cultivation, Zhang Xuezhou sent a message to Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying asking for help.

Regardless of who among the parents would participate in the sequencing event, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying could practice with the help of Wang Li, a meat shield that needed to be beaten, which could at least add a lot of fighting experience.

(End of chapter)