"Killer? There is little money, do you want to kill someone?"
When the little brothers heard this, they were all shocked. After all, they were just ordinary playboy soldiers and they usually fought, but when it comes to killing people, even if they were brave enough for them, they would not dare to try it!
A trace of viciousness flashed in Qian Zhenxuan's eyes, and he obviously hated Ye Fan to the core, "Yes! I not only want to kill him, I also want to kill that dead goblin. I want to kill all his family and make this kid pay heavy
cost!"
Hearing this, the little brothers took a breath and couldn't help but smack their tongues: "You're too crazy because you're not too crazy, right?"
Qian Zhenxuan sneered gloomyly and said, "No poison is not a husband! Since that kid is so arrogant, then I might as well just stop doing it and kill him directly!"
Everyone saw that Qian Zhenxuan had made up his mind, so it was not convenient for them to persuade them too much.
At this time, someone asked curiously: "Oh, by the way, the money is low! What level of killer are you going to hire?"
Hearing this, Qian Zhenxuan thought for a moment, then slowly said: "I originally wanted to invite the top killer, but I think it's not a big deal to kill a chicken! It's a bit of a waste of talent to ask the top killer to deal with this kid! So,
I decided to spend 10 million to hire a killer of medium strength, and it would be enough to deal with that kid!"
"Ten million?!" The little brothers couldn't help but exclaim, and then quickly flattered: "That's not simple! After all, a killer of tens of millions is not a cat or a dog, so I just invited it out!"
Qian Zhenxuan looked gloomy and said coldly: "As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the mill. As long as you are willing to spend money, there is nothing you can't settle! I don't believe that the kid can fight, and he can still do it.
Can you beat a professional killer?"
"Of course he can't beat it. After all, the killer is professional, and he is just a half-baked guy!"
The little brothers quickly echoed, after all, they were beaten by Ye Fan so much that they didn't even recognize their own mother, and they also wanted to take revenge.
If a killer can eliminate Ye Fan for him, these playboys will naturally be unwilling to ask for it.
At this time, someone asked curiously again: "There is little money, then how do you plan to contact the killer?"
Qian Zhenxuan said coldly with a stern face: "I'll go to the hospital for treatment first. When my young master's injury is stable, I will slowly deal with that brat!"
"Well, that's OK!"
The little brothers nodded quickly and drove Qian Zhenxuan to the hospital.
......
After several hours of first aid, Qian Zhenxuan's injuries were finally controlled. He saw thick gypsum board on his right knee.
Wrapped around with a bandage, I lay on the hospital bed, looking very miserable and embarrassed!
At this time, a doctor in a white coat walked in with his medical record.
This is a doctor in his forties or fifties. He wears gold-framed glasses, a goatee, thin and deep eyes.
Seeing this doctor, the playboys quickly stood up and asked anxiously: "Doctor Wu, how is Qian Shao like? Is his injury serious?"
The doctor Wu frowned and said, "The patient's injuries are very serious. Even if he is cured, he will leave behind sequelae!"
"What? There are still sequelae?"
At this time, Qian Zhenxuan exclaimed in a daze when he heard this, his face was as pale as paper, his legs were weak, and he almost fell off the bed!
This is related to his happy life in the future!
He also wants to inherit billions of property, marry a beautiful wife and become the dragon among men, and enjoy all the blessings of all men!
If you really suffer from disability, won’t you become a waste in the future?
Thinking of this, Qian Zhenxuan trembled all over and his face turned pale in an instant!
Originally, he thought he was just a broken foot, but what he never expected was that he actually had sequelae?
When Qian Zhenxuan thought of this, a strong murderous intent appeared in his heart.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails embedded in his flesh, dripping blood, but he seemed to feel no pain at all!
All of this is because, thanks to Ye Fan.
I saw a fierce cold light flashing in his eyes, gritting his teeth, like a demon, saying resentful: "Ye Fan, you made me look like this, please wait for me! I won't kill me.