In the room, several people in white coats had already put on gloves.
Zhuo Bufan led Jiuheng to the medical bed next to Zhanji and asked him to lie down. Then, several people in white coats began to make preparations.
Zhanji lay down quietly, closed his eyes and waited quietly. He had been waiting for this day for many years!
"God will not kill me!" Zhanji thought to himself.
Jiuheng couldn't help but ask: "Are you the big boss?"
Zhan Ji said: "Yes."
Jiuheng said: "I have a few questions, can you satisfy me?"
Zhanji said: "Say."
Jiuheng said: "I guess you are also a powerful and rich man, why would you do such a thing?"
Zhanji knew what Jiuheng was asking about, and after pondering for a moment, he still replied: "Because, there are always people in this world whose greed cannot be satisfied, and once someone grasps the power, they always want to
Prolong life and become immortal."
"Qin Shihuang sent Xu Fu out to sea to find immortals in order to consolidate the country forever."
"In order to attain Taoism and become an immortal, Emperor Jiajing spent all day practicing Taoism and refining elixirs..."
"Although I have enough money and power, I am not satisfied with this, so I can only do these things as I see fit."
"You should also be able to imagine that it is impossible for those big guys to do these things themselves. I am the only one who can do such things."
Jiu Heng listened attentively and said: "I see, those people don't want to dirty their hands, so someone has to do these things and be loyal to them."
Zhan Ji said: "That's probably what you said."
Jiu hummed: "So, did you get what you wanted?"
Zhan Ji said: "It's okay."
At this time, the man in the white coat had already walked up with the anesthetic and flicked the syringe with his fingers.
Zhuo Bufan was waiting aside. He had to stay here the whole time to avoid any accidents.
Zhanji smiled peacefully and asked, "Do you have anything else to ask?"
Jiuheng shook his head, but then said: "There is really one last question!"
Zhan Ji said: "Oh?"
Jiu hummed: "How do you want to die?"
After Zhan Ji heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Zhuo Bufan was also displeased and said: "Master Jiu, I don't want to talk to Mr. Zhan like this!"
Jiuheng smiled and repeated: "How do you want to die?"
Zhanji said coldly: "I don't want to die yet. Now, you are the one who deserves to die. Doctor, you can start the operation."
The people in white coats nodded, and one person walked up to Jiu Heng with an anesthetic. Above the mask was a pair of cold eyes.
Jiuheng grinned, and the muscles on his body began to swell, and the straps that locked his hands and feet gradually tightened.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!"
With four crisp sounds, Jiuheng's hands and feet suddenly broke free from the restraints, and he suddenly stood up from the bed like a carp.
The man in the white coat standing in front of him was shocked and hurriedly thrust the needle at Jiuheng, but Jiuheng intercepted him halfway, snatched it away, stuck it back into his neck and pushed hard, injecting all the anesthetic.
Go in.
The man in the white coat screamed in pain, but before he could make a complete cry, Jiuheng punched him until he fell to the ground unconscious.
Jiu Heng was like an awakened tiger, punching and kicking the few white coats present until they were killed on the spot. Anyway, these people were not good people following Zhan Ji in taking human lives. Jiu Hen killed them without any psychological burden at all.
"Qi Laojiu, you..." Zhuo Bufan reached out and touched the gun on his waist.
"What the hell Qi Laojiu, Lord Buddha, I am Francis, the leader of the Holy Light Knights of Nanyang Avada Cathedral - Jiuheng, that's right!" Jiuheng shouted, and suddenly "horse leaped over the Tanxi River" in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly he jumped in front of Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan's hand had just been raised with the gun when Jiuheng grabbed it.
"I'll give you a big bang later!" Jiuheng said with a ferocious smile, and cut Zhuo Bufan's neck with a hand knife.
Zhuo Bufan rolled his eyes and fainted, falling to the ground motionless.
Zhan Ji couldn't help but turn pale with fear. He had always been unable to sit down in the hall, but he didn't expect that a man who was originally a "part" would descend from the gods and become invincible.
Zhanji was surprised: "Are you Jiuheng?!"
Jiuheng nodded and said: "Yes, it's you, Master Jiu, and I! Hahaha, I will send this trash like you to death today."
Zhan Ji said with a pale face: "If you have something to say, please spare my life and I will pay any price!"
"No, no, no, Buddha, I am most interested in your life!" Jiuheng said with a sinister smile, striding towards Zhanji.
Zhanji was trembling with fear and roared: "Help! Someone! Come and save me!"
Jiuheng said: "You built this room. You should know how good the sound insulation is. Even if you scream, no one will come to save you!"
After saying this, Jiuheng felt a strange feeling, but it was not important, so don't worry about these details.
Zhan Ji's operating room uses the best sound insulation materials to ensure that no outsiders will disturb the operation process.
Therefore, as Jiu Heng said, even if he shouts his throat out, no one will come to save him.
"Just now, Lord Buddha asked you how you want to die. If you don't answer, then let Lord Buddha help you choose!" Jiuheng stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhanji's throat, and lifted Zhanji off the medical bed.
Got up.
Zhan Ji struggled repeatedly, kicking his legs wildly and spitting out his tongue.
Jiuheng sneered and said: "Anyone who commits unrighteousness will be killed. How many more years do you still want to live by replacing parts? Let a scum like you live for a few more years. Isn't it true that the sky has no eyes?"
"today!"
"I--"
"Nine hum!"
“In the name of Namo Aka’s Four Seventh Buddha, I will save you!”
After saying this, Jiuheng grabbed Zhanji's throat and walked towards the bathroom. After kicking the door open, he came to the toilet.
"I have already thought about it. A villain like you should die in the most foul-smelling way!" Jiuheng said with a sneer.
Zhanji struggled wildly, but to no avail. In Jiuheng's hands, he was like a chicken unable to resist.
He couldn't help but think of the innocent people who had died in his hands. They were also so helpless and struggling in the face of such power as him.
"Hmph, there's no point in struggling, just die in this toilet!" Jiuheng pressed the back of Zhanji's head and pushed his head directly into the toilet.
Although the toilet was very clean, Zhanji still felt nauseous, and then he couldn't help but think of the scene in the imperial capital. He was powerless and helpless as Qi Buyu pressed his head like this, and then was stuffed into the toilet.
Go inside.
A feeling of suffocation suddenly came over him, and then, water began to enter his mouth and nose crazily. The water choked his trachea and caused burning pain!
Jiuheng expressionlessly pressed Zhanji's head until Zhanji's body gradually stopped moving and lost its strength...
Jiuheng let go of his hand, snorted coldly, turned around and walked away.
Zhan Ji, a big shot in Xitian Province who had ruled the country for many years, died in such a miserable way in the bathroom.
His head hung in the toilet, and his torso and limbs were limp like mud...