Chen Dong, who left with Zhao Polu, did not hear Wu Chang's murmur.

Following Zhao Polu's directions and walking out of the formation, Chen Dong drove Zhao Polu directly to Lijin Hospital.

After a night of resuscitation, Zhao Polu was finally out of danger and transferred to a general ward.

Early in the morning, Mr. Long called to inquire about the situation.

Chen Dong simply said it and refused Mr. Long to replace him in taking care of Zhao Polu.

Wait until noon.

Zhao Polu finally woke up.

"You finally woke up."

Chen Dong smiled with relief and joked: "You are quite a thief!"

Zhao Polu smiled noncommittally.

Chen Dong stared deeply at Zhao Polu and rubbed his nose: "The knife stabbed the heart, but it avoided all the vital points. If the doctor who rescued you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known what you were selling in the gourd.

What kind of medicine is it?"

Zhao Polu's smile became even bitterer: "What can I do? I can't beat you again and again, and my life is being threatened, so I have to give it up."

Chen Dong smiled slightly, rubbed his swollen temples, and said nothing.

The scene last night really shocked him.

But the words of the rescue doctor gave him an enlightenment.

A man who was determined to die could avoid all the vital points with a knife stabbing his heart. It seemed like a coincidence, but if you think about it carefully, did such a coincidence really happen to Zhao Polu so impartially?

Putting aside coincidence, the probability of doing it intentionally is obviously higher!

To force him to death!

This cannot be said to be despicable by Zhao Polu. If Chen Dong had put himself in his shoes, he would have chosen this method to protect himself when he encountered the scene last night.

Otherwise... given the situation at that time, as a fish on the chopping board, could it be possible that Zhao Polu would still allow himself to be slaughtered by impermanence?

Half a moment.

"Brother Dong, am I too despicable?"

Zhao Polu looked at Chen Dong weakly, breaking the tranquility in the ward.

Chen Dong shook his head: "Being meaner, maybe you can live a better life? It's not to harm others, it's just to protect yourself."

After a pause, Chen Dong smiled casually: "But I am very curious, what kind of formation did you arrange? You actually fooled even an old man like Wu Chang, and you have such a high attainment in formation, how could you do this?

You got so bad that you can’t even pay off your gambling debts?”

"It can't be said."

Zhao Polu shook his head with a wry smile, and then said helplessly: "My skills in formations are high, but my physical fitness and fighting skills are not good. These days, when I fight and throw bricks, who can still be greedy?"

Why don't you wait for me to set up the formation and then have an upright duel?"

Chen Dong was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

indeed.

Zhao Polu's formation skills are indeed very high and may be suitable for use on the battlefield. After all, there is time to prepare before the war breaks out.

However, Zhao Polu wanders around the market and fights with gangsters in the market, but he never gives you time to prepare.

Perhaps Zhao Polu was squatting on the ground setting up a formation, and the enemy had already picked up a brick and hit him on the back of the head.

"What about other skills?" Chen Dong asked.

Zhao Polu shrugged, his pale face full of bitterness: "The street acrobatics of 'Dragon Climbing Technique', 'Xie Gu Gong' and 'Xie Gu Gong' are all fine, but they are all about the ability to sneak into a house on the wall and run away to save one's life. I really want to fight."

If so, I’m really vulnerable.”

Chen Dong looked at Zhao Polu and fell silent.

Zhao Polu also did not avoid Chen Dong's gaze and looked directly at him.

After a few seconds, Chen Dong moved his gaze to the side, lowered his eyebrows and began to think.

Maybe...you should really believe him?

After all, it is the Thief Saint's robe and bowl that is passed down, not the Martial Saint's robe.

Just at this moment.

Chen Dong's cell phone rang.

It's Mr. Long calling.

As soon as the call was connected, Mr. Long's solemn voice sounded on the phone.

"Master, Yike has fully entered the southwest region and has encountered some obstacles."

"This has just begun, who is causing trouble?"

Chen Dong's brows drooped, and his face looked gloomy.

On the phone, Mr. Long slowly spoke out a few words.

"The Zhao family, the richest man in southern Xinjiang."

"Ah!"

Chen Dong smiled Lingran: "You are so old and immortal that you let your dog bite people so quickly?"

After hanging up the phone.

Chen Dong told Zhao Polu to have a good rest, and then called the doctors and nurses to take good care of him before getting up and leaving.

Ding Tai Real Estate.

When Chen Dong arrived, the company was still operating normally as before, without any abnormalities.

As Chen Dong walked into the company, all the employees stood up.

"Brother Dong!"

"Mr. Chen!"

Chen Dong nodded and said hello twice, some of whom were old employees of Dingtai, and the larger part were new employees of Dingtai.

When Dingtai was on the verge of bankruptcy, it was his comeback that allowed Dingtai to prosper.

The employees who stayed at Dingtai already had deep feelings for each other, and now they have become company veterans.

Whether he was the general manager of Dingtai before or later took charge of Dingtai, the relationship between him and these old employees is by no means comparable to that of new employees.

Walk into the office.

Mr. Long and Xiao Ma were looking anxiously at the thick information on the table.

Compared to Elder Long's calmness and calmness, Xiao Ma was so anxious that he was already scratching his head.

"Brother Dong, this matter is too difficult."

Seeing Chen Dong, Xiao Ma hurriedly greeted him.

Chen Dong nodded. Mr. Long had already reported it to him. It's no surprise that it wasn't difficult.

After sitting down, Mr. Long pushed the information in front of Chen Dong: "The Zhao family in Southern Xinjiang gave us a big gift."

Chen Dong picked up the information and started reading it, and gradually his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

After only reading half of it, Chen Dong lost interest in reading any more.

Putting the information on the table and leaning on the chair, Chen Dong sneered: "Does the Zhao family in Southern Xinjiang want to compete with us in terms of financial resources?"

"The financial resources are definitely no match. This group of old foxes from the Zhao family in southern Xinjiang must also know this."

Mr. Long understood clearly, crossed his arms, and analyzed: "They are doing this just to take the opportunity to disgust us and delay Yike's full entry into the southwest region. Once Yike's full entry into the southwest region is fully launched, by then Yike will

Keke has become a huge hematopoietic machine, absorbing blood from all regions in the domain for the young master. Mrs. Chen will not just watch us complete this matter. This is the time for the Zhao family dog ​​to show its loyalty.

Southwest and Southern Xinjiang are not far apart."

"On my father's birthday, the Zhao family did not hesitate to use half of their wealth to help Chen Tiansheng. Now that Yike is going to enter the southwest, he does not hesitate to hinder it. This is really Mrs. Chen's good dog!"

Chen Dong was smiling, but his eyes were narrowed. Ling Ran's biting coldness was released, causing the temperature in the office to drop sharply.

"Some things must be the same. If a mad dog bites someone, then kill it!"

Mr. Long looked solemn: "Master, behind them is Mrs. Chen. Is it okay to just hit them?"

Chen Dong squinted at Mr. Long with a cold and stern look: "When they bloodbathed one hundred and eight members of the Zheng family and killed tens of billions, and only King Lin was left, did the Zheng family say hello to me?"
Chapter completed!