Wei Tianxiang drove to the Central Hospital alone with the faucet wrench.

The rest of the dragon guards escorted Xu Tianlong back to his residence.

Half an hour after they left, dozens of black vans came in the dust.

Zhao Wanlin quickly got out of the car with the elite of the Wanlong Club and ran into the gate like a fly.

The luxurious ward on the top floor, all this made Zhao Wanlin and others instantly numb.

Although there were scattered gangs lying in the corridors along the way, they were not as tragic and bloody as those in the wards.

More than 500 people died and were crippled, like dead fish in a reservoir that suddenly dried up.

"Dad, I'm here, it hurts, save me......"

Zhao Jingkun curled up in the corner, blood flowing from under him.

His third leg was chopped by Xu Tianlong's kick, and this extreme pain was no less than purgatory torture.

Zhao Jingkun was able to survive for a long time, and it was already the ancestral tomb with green smoke.

After shouting these words, Zhao Jingkun couldn't bear it anymore, and his eyes were completely dark.

"Jingkun, my son!"

Zhao Wanlin walked over grief-stricken.

Seeing his son in such a miserable state, he had no idea what to do.

"Contact a famous doctor, no matter how much money it costs, you must keep my son's foundation!"

Zhao Wanlin roared at his subordinates and ordered.

The crowd immediately did so.

The rest of his men also entered the field quickly.

The disabled were lifted up and sent to the hospital, and the dead were quickly taken away for burial.

After a busy day, three hours had passed, and it was almost dawn.

Zhao Jingkun is still being treated in the operating room.

The people waiting anxiously outside are the backbone members of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society.

Six of the sixteen hall masters came, and the rest, although they were on the way, were on their way.

Zhao Jingkun is the son of the president of the Wanlong Society, how can everyone sit still if such a big thing happens?

Although King Zhao Yan has many children, he only gave birth to Zhao Jingkun at the age of forty.

The continuation of the Zhao family's incense is counting on Zhao Jingkun!

As a result, his foundation was chopped by Xu Tianlong.

This is no less than cutting a big piece of meat on King Zhao Yan's heart.

"President, I've already surveyed all the scenes, and the situation is a bit tricky!"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose came to Zhao Wanlin's side and made a report.

This person is the Nine Hall Master of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, named Lu Hongwei.

There are more than 10,000 members of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, and there are two protectors under the president, four King Kongs, eight dragon kings, and sixteen hall masters.

With the outside world, this is public strength.

But others don't know that there are four veterans above the president.

The Ten Thousand Dragons Society was founded by the hands of those four patriarchs.

From ancient times to the present, after the merger of large and small forces, the Ten Thousand Dragons Society has a history of hundreds of years.

"Go on!"

Zhao Wanlin took a hard puff of his cigarette.

A character who can make Lu Hongwei, the hall master, feel tricky, Zhao Wanlin can't imagine who that guy named Xu Tianlong is?

"The surviving gang told me that the guy who injured them and Kun Shao was not afraid of bullets."

"Hundreds of trolls fired in unison, but the man put the bullet in the air and then bounced back weirdly."

"This kind of method must be done by a martial artist, and this person's rank is probably not low."

Lu Hongwei said cautiously.

"How tall?" Zhao Wanlin asked sharply.

Lu Hongwei replied: "Far above us hall masters, I'm afraid that only the Eight Great Dragon Kings can kill them!" ”

The sixteen hall masters of the Wanlong Society, except for Zhao Jingkun's mediocre martial arts, the remaining fifteen people of Lu Hongwei are all the existence of the shock side.

These fifteen are all Yellow Realm martial artists.

Martial arts, heaven and earth, Xuanhuang four realms.

Only by cultivating internal strength can he be called a warrior.

The martial artist of the Yellow Realm, with his internal strength and external strength, can kill an elephant with one punch.

Terrifying!

"Grass, I thought he was so good when I stepped on a horse!"

"Even if you overshadow your hall master's martial arts rank, you're just a mere Xuan Realm martial artist, what's so tricky about this?"

"Let Zhang Longwang, one of the Eight Great Dragon Kings, come back and capture this brute surnamed Xu alive."

Zhao Wanlin ordered angrily.

"Yes, President!"

Lu Hongwei hurriedly received the order.

He was about to turn around and call Zhang Longwang to inform him that the door to the operating room was open.

An old doctor with gray hair walked out exhausted.

"Divine Doctor Chen, has my son's foundation been preserved?"

Zhao Wanlin rushed over with an arrow step and asked anxiously.

The old doctor in front of him is Chen Huai'an, the leading famous doctor in Nanzhou.

was picked up by helicopter sent by Zhao Wanlin overnight.

Chen Huai'an's medical skills are superb, and he is regarded as the king of medicine in Nanzhou.

"Boss Zhao, I did my best! It's a pity that Ling Gongzi's injuries are too serious, and everything is broken, and it can't be repaired at all. ”

"My suggestion is conservative treatment, go abroad and spend money on prostheses!"

Chen Huaian took off his mask and told helplessly.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Wanlin was so anxious that he almost fell to the ground.

Lu Hongwei next to him didn't care about calling Zhang Longwang, and quickly stretched out his hand to support the president.

"Are you alright, President?"

A group of elites quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Wanlin pushed everyone away, and stretched out his hands to grab Chen Huai'an's collar like thunder.

"Chen Huai'an, I order you to step on a horse, no matter what method you use, you must keep my son's foundation."

"Lao Tzu is not afraid of spending money, I will give you as much as you want. Hurry up and give me a way, I don't allow Kun'er An's prosthesis. ”

Zhao Wanlin roared hysterically.

"It's not a problem that money can solve, I really tried my best."

"Boss Zhao, calm down. Quickly release me, I'm out of breath......"

Chen Huaian struggled, but Zhao Wanlin lost control of his emotions and looked angry about wanting to strangle him.

Lu Hongwei and the others around him were also persuading Zhao Wanlin to calm down and think of other ways.

"I don't care, you are the king of medicine in Nanzhou, there is no one you can't save."

"If you can't save my son, I'll kill you!"

Zhao Wanlin has become a mad dog at this time, where can he listen to the persuasion of others.

Chen Huai'an resisted desperately, and suddenly thought of someone in a panic.

"Yes...... Someone may be able to save your son, but let go of ...... Let go of my ......"

Chen Huai'an was about to lose his breath, and his lips were pale and he struggled to squeeze out these words.

"Who? Tell me who it is? ”

Zhao Wanlin's eyes burst into ecstasy, and then he let go of Chen Huai'an.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Chen Huaian collapsed on the ground and coughed wildly, and half his life was almost gone.

He rested on the ground for a long time before he slowly spoke: "I can't guarantee that this person will come to your son's rescue, because he is very mysterious and few people have seen his true face. ”

"And he's not in Jiangnan City, far away in the Endless Sea, I don't know his honorific name, others call him the Hell Hades."

"If you have the ability, invite him over, this Hell Hades has the world's medical skills, the king of Hades makes people die in the third watch, and he can keep people until the fifth watch!"