"This is really not surprising at all...Pan Junyuan's hand?"
Zhao Xingsheng's death is almost certain. Neither Toyosaki Group nor Pan Junyuan, nor the people behind Mr. M, will let him go.
For the things he had done, even if he followed formal legal procedures, he would not be able to escape the death penalty in the end.
Taking the blame, revenge, silence, trial...the only difference is the reason to kill him.
Ai Liang originally thought that Pan Junyuan would endure it for a few days before killing Zhao Xingsheng, but he didn't expect that he would do it so quickly.
"Since he moved his mouth, it can be said that he was influenced by you."
"I'm not with him, what does it have to do with me?"
Ai Liang chuckled: "Why don't I remember when I learned the clone technique? Or is it true that everyone I know is influenced by me as long as they kill someone?"
"Don't be so weird. I can't explain this in just a few words, and I didn't say it was your responsibility. I'll send you the video and you'll understand after watching it."
Ai Liang parked the car on the side of the road and reached out to click on the first video sent by Mr. M.
The picture is a top-down view, coming from a surveillance camera installed in the garage.
In the video, Pan Junyuan holds a gun on his back and a dagger in his left hand, pushing the partially disabled Zhao Xingsheng outside the garage.
Unexpectedly, Pan Junyuan not only did not take action, but also put the dagger into Zhao Xingsheng's hand.
"What do you mean."
Zhao Xingsheng asked.
"You want me to kill myself?"
The sound in the video is somewhat distorted, and the conversation between the two was captured using another device.
"Xu Le lied to you."
Pan Junyuan stood behind the wheelchair and said to Zhao Xingsheng.
"Jiang Shun betrayed you."
Zhao Xingsheng's palm clenched the dagger regardless of the excruciating pain.
"If nothing else, Toyosaki Group will blame all crimes on you."
"What on earth do you want to say!"
"You were eaten and wiped clean by Toyosaki, and then you were thrown into the cesspit like toilet paper to wipe your butt. Now you are a hemiplegic waste."
"I'll fuck your bloody numbness!"
Zhao Xingsheng, who had broken his guard, held up his wheelchair and wanted to stand up and fight Pan Junyuan, but Pan Junyuan just pushed forward, and Zhao Xingsheng fell down as soon as he got up.
"Trash!"
Pan Junyuan responded with an angry curse, and then kicked Zhao Xingsheng.
He walked up to Zhao Xingsheng and picked up the dagger that fell on the ground.
"Did I make you become like this? Did I send your wife to a brothel, huh? The enemy is in the house, separated only by a wall. You loser only dares to bark at me here?!"
Zhao Xingsheng gritted his teeth, clasped his hands into the soil and shouted hysterically: "Fuck you! Fuck Toyosaki! Fuck Jiang Shun! Fuck Xu Gou! You are all a bunch of sons of bitches.
! And you, your parents deserve to be killed by me! Come on! Do it! If I don’t die, none of you will have a good time!"
Pan Junyuan's eyes turned red. He gasped and put his hand on the gun on his waist. Veins popped out on the back of his hand.
After pinching until the fingers turned white, he let go of his hand very stiffly.
"Okay, you want revenge, right? Jiang Shun was drugged and knocked unconscious by me. Do you dare to take action?"
Zhao Xingsheng, who was shouting curses and swearing, fell silent for an instant.
"Think about your wife. I heard that he was sent away by Jiang Shun a few days ago. Maybe he hasn't been lucky enough yet?"
Pan Junyuan added another sentence.
Zhao Xingsheng, who was originally despairing, seemed to see a glimmer of hope again.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out due to the obscene words he just said like a mad dog.
Zhao Xingsheng lowered his head and did not dare to look at Pan Junyuan. He had never regretted it as much as he did now.
"Your wife and the child in her belly have nothing to do with us... Do you want to save your wife?"
Zhao Xingsheng's eyes sparkled and he nodded crazily.
"Well, tell me all the dirty work you have done for Toyosaki over the years, and then I can give you a chance for revenge."
Pan Junyuan took out his mobile phone and turned on the video recording function.
With hope, Zhao Xingsheng was able to shake everything he had done, and what his friends had praised him for.
The details are more detailed than what Jiang Shun revealed.
Pan Junyuan put away his cell phone with satisfaction and pushed Zhao Xingsheng to the door of Jiang Shun's room in a wheelchair.
"Go ahead."
Pan Junyuan sneered and put the dagger into Zhao Xingsheng's hand, and turned on his phone again to prepare for recording.
At this time, Jiang Shun's left hand was tied to the iron railing and hanging in mid-air. His right leg was broken and tied with a simple splint.
With his back against the wall, his legs stretched out and his feet spread apart, his head hung down, he looked like a dead person.
Zhao Xingsheng climbed off the wheel and dragged his broken legs little by little to Jiang Shun. In the short distance of five meters, he felt as if he had crawled for a century.
When he came to Jiang Shun, Zhao Xingsheng thought it would be easy to lift the knife and drop it, but he failed to do it immediately.
When we were young, we drank, played cards and played skewers. When we became rich, we used knives and guns, but we always survived. In the end, we lied in the hospital bed together and bragged.
Memories of the past surfaced one by one, and when I recalled the recent past, the friendship was shattered by pure anger and hatred.
Zhao Xingsheng endured the pain, crawled forward half a meter, knelt beside Jiang Shun's legs, and pointed the knife at his neck.
Pfft.
The sudden chill and pain in his waist made Zhao Xingsheng's broken fingers no longer able to hold the handle of the knife.
Jiang Shun thrust the switchblade into Zhao Xingsheng's body with an expressionless face, then picked up the dropped dagger and stabbed it into the spleen without hesitation, then turned it hard.
"Pfft hahahaha! You stupid thing! Do you really think I will help you save your wife? Yes, yes, yes, I just want to see your expression now!"
Pan Junyuan, who was standing at the door recording the video, laughed wildly.
"Are you satisfied?"
Jiang Shun pulled out the dagger and pushed Zhao Xingsheng aside without even looking at him, letting the blood spurt out.
Zhao Xingsheng instinctively covered the wound with his hands, but no matter how hard he pressed, blood would spill out from between his fingers.
Pan Junyuan stood there and watched, watching Zhao Xingsheng's futile efforts to stop the bleeding, watching him reach out to grab Jiang Shun's clothes and then being slapped away, watching his eyes gradually become distracted, watching his palm slipping from the wound.
Pan Junyuan never intended to let Zhao Xingsheng go, he just wanted Zhao Xingsheng to live in peace.
There is nothing better than giving hope first and then extinguishing it.
Why does this scene feel familiar?
Ai Liang suddenly remembered that when he first captured Jiang Shun, he used this method to stimulate Zhao Xingsheng and Jiang Shun to turn against each other.
Good guy, you’re learning now and applying it now, right?
Ai Liang clicked on the second video, which was indeed a private conversation between Pan Junyuan and Jiang Shun.
Jiang Shuncongshan and Shanruliu agreed to Pan Junyuan's request.
During the conversation, Jiang Shun did not say a single curse word. He said more than once that he did not take the initiative to participate in it and that he had no direct hatred with Pan Junyuan.
And he is very willing to be a tainted witness, helping Pan Junyuan deal with Xu Le and Toyosaki, just for a chance to survive.
This look of understanding current affairs is in sharp contrast to Zhao Xingsheng's stubborn mouth.