Lin Zhiheng's tragic defeat was unexpected by Lin Ziyan and other Lin family members.
They had never thought that Lin Zhiheng, the Black Dragon of Tianlong Hall, would be powerless to fight back when facing Divine Doctor Lin!
What an exaggeration!
"Those bastards from the Information Department gave us wrong information! They didn't even investigate the true strength of Divine Doctor Lin! They are all just a bunch of losers!"
Lin Ziyan, who was in a sluggish state, gradually came back to consciousness, but her whole body was trembling, her face was pale, and she was roaring madly.
The extreme fright and fear had made her a little crazy.
Especially when they saw Lin Yang approaching, these Lin family members were so frightened that they could not stand upright. Their legs were all weak and they almost fell to the ground.
They looked at Lin Yang in horror.
That look in his eyes was like seeing the God of Death...
"Take them into the car, go to the river immediately, and then sink them into the river." Gong Xiyun waved his hand and shouted immediately.
"yes!"
The thugs brought by Gong Xiyun packed the Lin family members into the car.
"No! No!"
"Let me go! I don't want to die!"
"Doctor Lin, please spare us!"
"Doctor Lin, don't do it!"
The miserable screams echoed through the sky.
But at this moment, Lin Yang suddenly waved his hand: "Stop it all!"
People stopped immediately.
"Director Lin, what's wrong?" Gong Xiyun asked confused.
At this moment, her face was full of admiration, and she looked at Lin Yang with particularly eager eyes.
I'm afraid no woman can resist someone like Lin Yang.
He has the appearance of a god and the power of a god. Such a person is a god in his own right.
Gong Xiyun suddenly felt very happy that he was working for Divine Doctor Lin.
And also willingly.
"Don't kill them! I changed my mind." Lin Yang said.
"That..."
"Destroy their martial arts and break all their limbs." Lin Yang said lightly: "Then together with Lin Zhiheng over there, send them back to the Lin family in Yanjing!"
Gong Xiyun's breath tightened, and he vaguely understood what Lin Yang meant, and immediately nodded: "Director Lin, I'll make arrangements right away!"
When Lin Ziyan in the car heard this, she didn't know whether to be happy or scared. She could only tremble crazily.
Lin Yang turned around and looked at Lin Zhiheng, who was still lying on the ground unable to move, and said: "Uncle Heng! Since you want to take these people away! I will help you!"
As the voice faded away, Lin Zhiheng said nothing, but stared at the figure with his eyes wide open.
After all, he couldn't hold it any longer.
The severe pain and excessive consumption of energy made his brain dizzy for a while, and eventually his eyes went black and he passed out.
When Lin Zhiheng woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed.
He found himself lying on a white ward.
There were many silver needles inserted into his body, as well as several tubes.
Both arms were in plaster, and the body was wrapped into a rice dumpling.
Where is this?
Lin Zhiheng was confused.
When he saw clearly the antique wall clock hanging on the wall, he immediately reacted.