Zhao Zhichun held a dagger in his hand and approached with a gloomy look.
"ah!!!"
From the hospital bed, heart-rending screams could be heard.
"Old Wu!"
He hasn't reacted yet.
The wind is howling in front of my legs.
He didn't have time to dodge.
"boom!"
He was hit in the chest by a foot wind, and his ribs were broken with a "click" sound.
The body also flew out.
"boom!"
The body weighing one hundred and eighty pounds slammed into the door.
Zhao Zhichun fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock.
But his instinctive professional reaction made him quickly stand up, hold the dagger tightly, and his eyes burst out with murderous intent:
"Those who fight against the temple will die!"
He roared forward, the short knife flashed a sharp light in his hand, and he stabbed Qin Feng's neck quickly.
Qin Feng turned around and performed a standard roundhouse kick.
"boom!"
Another kick.
There was a crisp sound of "click".
Zhao Zhichun's wrist bone was shattered and the short knife flew out.
"boom!"
Turn over and kick sideways.
Qin Feng kicked him in the chest again, causing a numbing bone cracking sound.
Zhao Zhichun flew backwards like a cannonball and hit the wall.
"boom!"
He fell to the ground, his mouth full of blood blisters.
His eyes were full of disbelief:
"who are you?"
"How did you know our plan?"
He found that Qin Feng had noticed it a long time ago, otherwise with his full blow, the other party would not have been able to defend himself.
There is no way he could have been defeated so miserably!
Qin Feng said nothing and turned to look at the old man struggling in his hands:
"Did you know that there is no such thing as septic epilepsy?"
"Still fainted and foaming at the mouth..."
His eyes were disdainful:
"When he was unconscious, he screamed and vomited blood. He would have choked to death."
"Can you still survive until now?"
There was something else he didn't say. When he first saw the old man when he entered the room, he used his dark eyes to tell that the old man was not sick at all, nor was he comatose.
However, he pretended to be a patient even though he was not sick, and even used 100,000 yuan to attract himself to come here.
This is obviously a trap.
A trap set to take your own life.
Zhao Zhichun's eyes were dull.
"Wow!"
Qin Feng used his backhand forcefully and threw the old man off the bed.
"boom!"
The old man's body fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Tell me, who asked you to come?"
Qin Feng stepped on the old man's chest with the soles of his feet, his eyes cold:
"You have one chance to answer."
The old man looked ferocious:
"You are finished. If you dare to fight against the temple, you and your family will be worse than dead...ah!!!"
The threatening sounds turned into screams.
Qin Feng stepped on the old man's shoulder bone and broke it:
"twitch?"
The old man was twitching all over.
"Foaming at the mouth?"
He raised his foot and kicked the old man in the abdomen.
"puff!"
Blood mixed with foam spit out from the mouth.
"shock?"
Qin Feng stared at the old man's chest...
"I said……"
The old man looked frightened:
"You saved someone you shouldn't have saved."
"The temple will not let you go, even if you kill both of us today."
"Tomorrow, there will be ten or a hundred people who are more powerful than us who will come to kill you."
"Because the person you saved..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Qin Feng looked at the short knife that pierced the old man's neck and turned his head suddenly.
Zhao Zhichun half leaned against the wall and sneered again and again:
"Just wait to die."
He bit hard with his upper and lower teeth.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of shell breaking.
Zhao Zhichun's eyes were round and protruding, and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
He fell to the ground and died on the spot.
"Suicide?"
While Qin Feng frowned, gunfire suddenly came from behind him.
He suddenly turned around, and a middle-aged man walked in with a gun.
As the door opened, a figure fell into a pool of blood.
The servant downstairs.
"All dead?"
After the middle-aged man entered the room, he glanced at:
"It seems I'm a step too late."
He shot the gun on the heads of Zhao Zhichun and the old man one after another, and then looked at Qin Feng:
"Come with me first, someone will take care of it later."
"If you have anything to ask, let's wait until we get there."
Seeing that Qin Feng was unmoved, he smiled bitterly and took out an ID:
"War Department, Jianghe."
"You watch on the road."
Leaving the manor, Qin Feng got into the man's military-grade Cruiser.
"Do you believe my identity now?"
Jiang He glanced at Qin Feng:
"These people set up a trap to kill you because you saved that little boy."
"Someone wants the little boy's life, but if you save him, they won't let you go."
"When you were rescuing the man, you should have discovered that his illness was unusual, right?"
"yes."
Qin Feng returned the certificate to Jiang He:
"It's highly toxic, and it's chronically toxic. Most people can't cure it at all."
The document does not contain much information, but it is enough to prove the man's identity.
"you're good."
Jiang He took the certificate into his arms:
"I have been staring at this group of people for a long time, but because I was injured, I was unable to take action."
"But I didn't expect you to show up here."
"When I arrived, I was still wondering whether I should collect the body for you."
He was very direct: "It seems that I have thought too much."
"Almost."
Qin Feng leaned on the seat:
"If you don't find calluses on the servant's hands, they are caused by holding guns all the time."
"I'm afraid I'm going to end up here too today."
Although there was no danger, Qin Feng still broke out in a cold sweat.
"Bold but cautious."
"Don't panic when things happen."
Jiang He appreciated it very much: "But I hope you can keep today's matter a secret."
"There are a lot of things involved here that can't be explained in just a few words."
"But you can give me a business card. If you have any trouble in the future, give me a call."
"As long as you don't cross the line, I can still help."
He took out a business card and said, "You can also help me heal my injuries."
Qin Feng took a look and saw that the information on the business card was very simple: Jiang He, and then the phone number.
"What trouble can I get into?"
"Are those people still going to take revenge on me?"
He accepted the business card anyway, feeling a little worried.
The origin of the other party is not simple. If you are really targeted by these people, life will not be easy in the future.
"Not for the time being. You are just a small accident in their plan and will not be reported to them."
"It's also for your safety."
Jiang He glanced at him: "I choose to silence him."
