Still want to kill someone?

Ye Chen asked, shocking the scene.

Yao Lao's outstretched hand stopped in the air, then quickly retracted it, looking sharply at Ye Chen, "Little baby! Who are you?"

"He is an executioner, and my son was injured and disabled by him." Zhao Hongyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and looked at Ye Chen and said.

"He injured Young Master Ling?" Yao Lao looked surprised, then snorted and said, "It's really cruel."

"Mr. Yao, ignore this person and hurry up and treat Mr. Sun." Zhang Dingfeng was still calm and did not dare to provoke Ye Chen too much, knowing that Ye Chen would be fierce.

When Sun Maoshan heard that Ye Chen had injured Zhang Dingfeng's son, and thought of Zhang Dingfeng's help in introducing Yao Lao to treat his father, he naturally favored Zhang Dingfeng and looked at Ye Chen angrily, "Young man, I have no grievances with you.

What’s the purpose of doing this?”

Ye Chen sneered at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand, and made a false gesture of invitation, "Since you want your old father to die, it has nothing to do with me."

Ye Chen walked directly to the side with an expression as if he was seeing a joke.

If he hadn't seen Sun Maoshan knelt down and begged to save his father, no matter how much money he spent, he was a filial son and he wouldn't have cared.

Now if you don't appreciate it, then just wait for death.

"You young man is so cruel." Sun Maoshan complained and looked at Yao Lao, "Yao Lao, please save my father."

Yao Lao's sharp eyes flickered and he looked at Ye Chen. He saw that it had no effect on Ye Chen. He panicked and glanced at Zhang Bin. The redness on his face was slowly decreasing. He directly stuffed the check in his hand back to Sun Maoshan.

"I can't cure this disease."

"Yao Lao, please don't! I..."

Before Sun Maoshan finished speaking, Yao Lao left quickly.

Sun Maoshan was very anxious, "Yao Lao! Please..."

Yao Lao had already fled in a hurry.

Sun Maoshan was so anxious that he stamped his feet and turned to look at Ye Chen, about to get angry.

"He was afraid that he would be caught as a murderer, so he ran away." Ye Chen had already spoken calmly.

"Murderer?" Sun Maoshan swallowed back the words and asked doubtfully.

Everyone looked at Ye Chen with doubts on their faces.

Ye Chen raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Bin on the hospital bed, "In three minutes, the Zhang family can go back to attend the funeral."

"What?" Sun Maoshan exclaimed.

Zhang Dingfeng and Zhao Hongyu's expressions changed drastically. They looked at their son at the same time, but they saw that their son Zhang Bin had a very good face.

"Impossible!" Zhang Dingfeng shouted angrily.

"Ye, Ye Chen, you are so fucking waiting. When I get better, I will kill you and play Han Yuxuan." Zhang Bin had just been treated and could not speak. Now that he heard that he was going to die,

He couldn't help but yell angrily.

"It's better to say goodbye to your parents at this time! The white-haired person will send the black-haired person, haha..." Ye Chen laughed wildly, and his voice echoed throughout the corridor.

Back then, the Ye family watched helplessly as their family members died and were unable to save them. Today, the white-haired people of the three major families gave away the black-haired people. This was enough to relieve their hatred. This kind of plot will be played out one after another.

Yesterday it was Qin Yunxiang of the Qin family.

Today is Zhang Bin of the Zhang family, which can also be regarded as the Zhao family.

Damn it, no one will survive!

"Damn it! Stop being alarmist, I don't believe it." Zhang Bin was furious.

Ye Chen ignored him at all. There was no point in arguing with a dead person.

Zhang Bin was very angry when he was ignored. He looked at his mother and said, "Mom! Help me sit up. I want him to see that I am alive and well!"

Zhao Hongyu also didn't believe it. After all, it was Yao Lao who took care of him. How could it be possible?

Ye Chen was even more angry. As he picked up Zhang Bin, he cursed: "My son will not die, but you, the remnant of the Ye family, will not die well, no..."

puff!

Zhang Bin, who was held in her arms, suddenly started bleeding from his nose and mouth, and black blood spurted out like a thick syrup.

And his face, which was originally full of red, instantly turned pale, like a blooming flower that withered and withered.

"Son!" Zhao Hongyu was nervous and scared, shouting anxiously.

"Xiao Bin!" Zhang Dingfeng also ran over and shouted.

Zhang Bin pushed his body back hard and tried to speak. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

After repeating this three times, the body finally softened slowly and then became stiff.

died!

He died in his mother's arms like this!

I never dreamed that I would actually die!

If he knew he would die, he would definitely believe Ye Chen's words and say his final farewell to his parents.

Zhao Hongyu held her son whose body had hardened, as if he were in a dream, more like being struck by lightning, and was in a daze.


Chapter completed!