Private Medical Center in Saint Martin, Paris.

This is a top medical institution located on the outskirts of Paris and is extremely famous around the world. It covers a small area and is hidden in a field manor. It is not publicly available. It can only enjoy the services after its status reaches a certain level.

In addition to the independent medical building in the medical center, there are dozens of independent villas, each villa is equipped with professional medical staff. In one of the villas, internal members of the Licus family gathered together, and dozens of people were crowded together in chaos.

Among these people were mainly the more than ten children of Old Licus, his brothers, sisters and relatives of various families, and then the huge network of relationships brought about by the marriage. The crowd was crying only to mourn Ronal Licus, the current patriarch of the family who died in Switzerland.

Ronal was in his prime, and his death was a bolt from the blue for the Licus family. When the news came back, many people couldn't accept it. At this moment, Old Licus was sitting in a wheelchair, surrounded by people.

Listening to dozens of people crying and crying in his ears, Old Licus didn't feel any emotional fluctuation. It was not that he was not sad about his son's death, but that he was sure that few of the people present were really crying, even Ronal's biological children, everyone was pretending.

"Holy Virgin, this is really a sad thing." Old Licus is old and has experienced countless storms in his life. He did not expect that he would face such a situation when he was about to die.

When the people in the family heard Old Licus' sigh, they cried a little louder. Everyone felt that the "old man in his family was sighing that "the white-haired man gave him a black-haired man". At this time, they must be sad and angry.

After listening to the crying in the villa hall for a long time, Old Licus looked tired and waved his hand and let someone push himself back to the room. And just as his wheelchair disappeared, the crying sounds in the hall quickly became weak and disappeared. Finally, everyone was bored and watched each other, with strange thoughts.

Old Licus's wheelchair was slowly pushing in the villa's corridor, and a private lawyer from the family was whispering to him: "Mr. Licus, the board of directors wants you to come forward again and designate a new chairman of the board because they...."

"Because they are arguing, right?" Old Licus, who was still tired just now, shook his head, "Let them continue to quarrel until they are exhausted."

The lawyer recorded it silently and said: "The Swiss police said they will do their best to investigate this terrorist attack. They also want to send someone to conduct some inquiries with us, hoping to get new clues."

Old Licus continued to shake his head, "I'll tell them who the murderer is? Can they catch it? If the murderer is so easy to catch, the century-old reward calculated in billions would have been killed long ago."

The lawyer was silent again, finally plucked up some courage and whispered: "Some members of your family seem to be connecting, they..."

"They want to know how I will modify my will, right?" Old Licus smiled bitterly on his face covered in age spots. "Those are all idiots or just as stupid as before. I chose Ronal at the beginning because Ronal is slightly less stupid than them."

The wheelchair was originally about to be pushed to Old Licus's own room, but when he passed a fork in a corridor, he changed his mind and said, "Go to Aijielin's room, I want to see my little daughter."

The wheelchair was pushed to the door of a room, and two guards bowed slightly to Old Licus and carefully opened the door of the room. The room was snow-white, and a petite sleeping beauty was lying on a hospital bed. But what was extremely abrupt was that a tall man in black stood in the room.

The man in black was looking down at the sleeping petite woman, while the two medical staff in the room hid in the corner with horror and did not dare to say anything. The family lawyer pushed Old Licus as soon as he entered the room, when he saw the man in black exclaimed: "Someone broke in."

The guard at the door was shocked and immediately pulled out his gun and rushed in. But Old Licus in the wheelchair shouted in a deep voice: "Ying Jing, do you want my entire family to die?"

The lawyer and the guard looked at each other, while Old Licus gently pressed the button on the wheelchair and entered the room by himself. He waved to the two medical staff in the room and said, "Go out and stay quiet and don't bother us."

The guard also wanted to remind him a few words, but the family's private lawyer knew that there were some secrets that the less they knew, the better. After the medical staff in the room came out, he closed the door and blocked it at the door, whispered to the guard: "Do your duty and don't worry about other things."

The man in black in the room covered his face with cloth. He turned his head and looked at Old Licus's wrinkled and spotted face, and said in a sarcastic tone: "You probably didn't expect that I could still live?"

"I wasn't surprised because I've seen so many strange things." Old Licus didn't have any special emotional fluctuations. He even smiled: "Victor Hugo, there is no need to cover you up in front of me. I can probably guess your identity."

It was Zhou Qingfeng who was dressed in black. He pulled off his face, exposed his scarred face, and asked in confusion: "What is my identity?"

"It's really amazing." Old Licus stared at Zhou Qingfeng's face for a long time, and sighed repeatedly. "As a person who has countless wealth and huge forces, the power I have can fully satisfy my curiosity.

Like many rich people, I occasionally spend a lot of money on some strange unsolved mysteries. So I met the ‘Prince’.

You are very similar to the ‘Prince’, and they have mysterious things. But you are also different from the ‘Prince’. He chose to cooperate with a consortium leader like me, while you chose to cooperate with the government. From the current point of view, you are better than the ‘Prince’.”

These words made Zhou Qingfeng value the old man in front of him. The so-called "no vain scholar under the reputation" is indeed too old, but it does not mean that he is an old man.

"You know a lot." Zhou Qingfeng couldn't figure out the details of Old Ricus for a moment, and a little puzzled appeared in his eyes.

But Old Licus shook his head and said, "On the contrary, the more I know, the more confused I am. You and the Prince hide your most magical abilities. I have always wanted to crack them, but I have never been able to do anything.

If I really knew you, I would definitely do better than you. Unfortunately, God did not give me this opportunity, nor did he give me more time to solve the mystery."

This is ridiculous, this must be ridiculous, this is indeed ridiculous!

Zhou Qingfeng curled his lips, and he really didn't dare to say that if Old Licus had his own adventure, he wouldn't be as good as himself. In fact, he had a clear mind that he was not a genius, but he was just lucky.

The two old and the young looked at each other, and were very dissatisfied with each other. Just when they wanted to compete with their eyes to find a victory or defeat, Ai Jielin, who was lying on the hospital bed, blinked and suddenly woke up. The sleeping beauty sat up and looked at the two men in front of her in confusion.

"Who are you?" Ai Jielin seemed to be unfamiliar with Lao Licus and Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng was still surprised, but Old Licus smiled and said, "My dear child, I am your father, he is your husband."
Chapter completed!