Because he was wearing a ventilator, Ren Qingtian could only struggle in pain on the bed at this time.

Watching Ren Qingtian swinging from side to side, Pauline became even more excited.

Su Wenluo carried Pauline to the hospital bed and looked at Ren Qingtian quietly.

An hour and a half later.

Ren Qingtian stopped struggling completely, tilted his head and fainted.

"Arlo, dwarf, is he dead?"

Pauline's face was flushed at this time, and it was obvious that the fierce argument just made her blood surge all over her body.

Su Wenluo lightly wiped the sweat on his body with Pauline's coat, and then took a look at the medical equipment in front of the hospital bed.

There is also a heartbeat, although it is only in the single digits, it can guarantee that the person is not dead yet.

"He's not dead yet, but he might be after a while."

Su Wenluo tied the rubber tube of Ren Qingtian's ventilator into a tight knot with the hair tie on Pauline's head.

"Damn it, do you want me to be a widow?"

Seeing Su Wenluo's movements, Pauline didn't stop her. She just used her delicate hand to pat Su Wenluo's chest coquettishly.

"Don't you want to?"

"When this dwarf dies, we can be together openly."

Su Wenluo hugged Pauline over and sat on the hospital bed.

"Arlo, I am willing!"

Pauline took the initiative to put her red lips closer to hers.

…

Another hour passed.

"Doctor, come here quickly, doctor!"

Su Wenluo, who had already dressed, opened the window of the ward, made sure there was no problem, and then pretended to be in a hurry and ran out.

"Brother Luo, what's wrong?"

Hearing Su Wenluo's call, the two men who were resting on the recliner outside the ward woke up immediately.

"Hurry up and call the doctor, Brother Tian, ​​it seems like it's not going to work!"

Su Wenluo said to the two horse boys.

After a while, a doctor in a white coat and two nurses quickly entered the ward.

As soon as they entered the ward, they smelled a smell that did not belong to the disinfectant in the ward, but they didn't pay much attention.

"Hurry and prepare the operating room, the patient needs rescue!"

After the doctor did a simple examination, he gave instructions to the nurse beside him.

…

Outside the operating room, Su Wenluo stood there, and Pauline sat on the chair and sobbed softly.

But Su Wenluo still saw the smile on the corner of her mouth.

Ten minutes later, Hot Chicken ran over in a panic.

"Brother Luo, Brother Tian, ​​how is he?"

What happened last night, Laji had already received the news in the morning.

Now all the venues in Mong Kok and Lian Sheng Tangkou are under the control of Su Wenluo, except of course, his two nightclubs on Bolan Street.

Both Da Sang and Da Fei died in the hands of Chen Haonan in Causeway Bay, Hongxing Society.

Su Wenluo said nothing because the lights in the operating room were turned off at this time.

Ren Qingtian was pushed out of the operating room by two young nurses. At this time, his head was covered with a white cloth.

"Everyone, my condolences. The patient has serious postoperative sequelae, coupled with shortness of breath, heart attack, and rising blood, we are powerless to save him!"

Pauline, who was still snickering in her position, also spread out in front of the hospital bed and started sobbing softly.

Although she was very happy inside at this time, the face project still had to continue.

As soon as Laji's steps faltered, he knew that his backer was gone.

But this came too soon. Now he wanted to pick up the little man lying on the hospital bed and let him hold on for two more days.

As long as Ren Qingtian dies two days later, he will have completed the transition to Xinji.

But, now, everything is too late.

No, he suddenly thought, he still has a chance.

He knelt down and hugged Su Wenluo's thigh:

"Brother Luo, Brother Tian is dead. From now on, I will follow your lead. If you ask me to go east, I will never face west."

Yes, Ren Qingtian is dead, and now the entire Mong Kok church is in the hands of Su Wenluo.

Then just hold Su Wenluo's thigh.

Thinking of the money-making ability of Su Wenluo, the god of wealth in Mong Kok, as long as he keeps up with the pace and holds his arms tight, he will be prosperous sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Laji suddenly felt that it would be too late for Ren Qingtian's brother to throw himself into the street and kill the dwarf.

Su Wenluo looked at Hot Chicken. He had always known that Hot Chicken was a smart person, but he didn't expect to be so aware of current affairs.

"I heard that Brother Tian has an account that you have always been in charge of?"

Su Wenluo looked at Hot Chicken and asked.

"What's Brother Tian's account? The money that originally belonged to Brother Luo has been secretly collected by Brother Tian in recent years. Of course it should be returned to the original owner now."

The hot chick stood up with a flattering smile on his face.

"Well, come find me at the Dihao Club tonight!" Su Wenluo said and walked to the hospital bed.

'Brother Luo, I'll leave Brother Tian's funeral affairs to you. I'll go and do some work first...'

After the hot chick finished speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation.

As for the salty fish in the bed, who will try to please him after he has already been taken away?

Hot Chicken walked out of the hospital and met Uncle Xing.

Seeing the hot chick walking out of the hospital happily, Uncle Xing was a little confused.

Didn’t it mean that Ren Qingtian was dead?

Why are you so happy?

Looking at the hot chicken that was about to pass by, Uncle Xing stretched out his hand to stop him and asked:

"Baji, didn't you say Brother Tian was dead? Why did you leave?"

Laji impatiently pushed Uncle Xing's hand away, and then said dissatisfied:

"Brother Tian is dead, I still have things to do."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Looking at the hot chicken leaving, Uncle Xing shook his head.

Uncle Xing walked into the hospital quickly. When he saw Su Wenluo coming out, he asked hurriedly:

"Aluo, Brother Tian is really dead?"

In fact, Uncle Xing was very dissatisfied. He had been waiting for Su Wenluo's call yesterday.

But after waiting for most of the night and not receiving a call, he knew that he should retire.

He will no longer be able to manage Mong Kok's accounts from now on.

"Uncle Xing, I heard that your son is about to graduate. Have you ever thought about letting him work in the company?"

Su Wenluo nodded and asked.

Uncle Xing understood, then shook his head and said:

"As people get older, they have been in the world all their lives. Now I don't want my son to follow this old path. Brother Luo, thank you. I will hand over the account book of the church tomorrow, and then I will be retired."

Su Wenluo nodded and continued:

"Since Uncle Xing has retired, the company is not unkind, so the company will allocate one million to Uncle Xing as a pension, and the two tea restaurants near Prince Edward Road will be allocated to Uncle Xing in the future.

, but when Uncle Xing and his brothers from the company go to dinner, why should they get a discount!"

Su Wenluo patted the back of Uncle Xing's hand and said with a smile.

Uncle Xing did not expect that Su Wenluo did not treat him badly in the end.

"Brother Luo, go ahead and do your work. I will handle A Tian's funeral affairs, and I will notify all the senior officials in the company."
Chapter completed!