Na Ye, who was having a friendly exchange with his younger brother, glanced at Zhang Ruoyu who was standing at the door, stuck his butt out and almost jumped out of bed.
The trembling tore the wound on his knee, causing the man to grimace in pain.
"What are you here for?"
The man's face turned sallow and he was panic-stricken.
After thinking about it all night, and basically confirming that Zhang Ruoyu could kill himself to pieces even without a gun, he was filled with fear of this mysterious cook.
Na Er no longer acted arrogantly as before and stood up in a sensible manner.
I didn't even dare to look at him.
"Let's see if you are dead."
Zhang Ruoyu lifted the fruit basket in his hand and said calmly: "Didn't you see that I also brought a fruit basket?"
The old man was so angry that his whole body was shaking.
What do you mean? Don’t give me face in front of my brother?
"Anyone with the surname Zhang can be killed but not humiliated!" The man gritted his teeth.
Are those disciples and grandsons outside eating shit?
Hundreds of people are guarding the hospital, and they're all fucking blind? They can't even see this dangerous person?
Plop.
Zhang Ruoyu casually threw the fruit basket weighing twenty kilograms onto Na Ye's leg. He didn't know whether it was accidental or intentional, but it hit Na Ye's injured leg.
The man hugged his legs and cried out in pain on the spot, bursting into tears.
"Brother, are you okay?" Na Er twitched the corner of his mouth, and without leaving a trace, he took the fruit basket containing durian from Na Ye's lap.
He was stunned and didn't dare to look up at Zhang Ruoyu.
What should I do if he recognizes me?
"Are you fucking blind?" The old man couldn't care less about the brotherly love and grabbed the second man by the collar. "Kill him to death for me! I will take all the responsibility!"
The man's expression was stiff and he said tactfully: "Brother, you have taught me since I was a child that visitors are guests. This gentleman comes to see you with a gift. He must have good intentions. How can we not treat guests well?"
"My legs were almost broken by him!" The man looked at the bandage that was bleeding and was in pain.
"Sir, this must not have been intentional..." Na Er argued. "If I had moved fast enough just now, I could have caught the fruit basket."
"If you ask me, the responsibility lies with me."
The old man looked at his younger brother in disbelief, his face full of astonishment.
Is this kid out of his mind?
My eldest brother has been bullied. Why the hell are you pretending to be a gentleman?
Why, have you done business with him before?
"Well, he is your brother?"
Zhang Ruoyu held a cigarette in his mouth and sat on the chair where the two men had just sat.
Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Na Er: "It looks familiar, where have I seen it?"
"It doesn't look familiar." The other man waved his hands hurriedly and said seriously, "I've never seen him before at all."
"The surname is Zhang."
Seeing that his younger brother was habitually keeping a low profile and hiding his identity, the old man stopped working and said in a cold voice: "Do you know what my younger brother does?"
"What are you doing?" Zhang Ruoyu crossed his legs and asked slowly.
"He used to be a senior consultant for a mercenary group. Later, he set up his own business and formed a team of iron-blooded mercenaries in Central Europe. He has many fierce generals under his command." The man said with a strong voice. "Do you really think I can't deal with you?"
After the man finished speaking, he stared at Zhang Ruoyu with cold eyes.
The entire ward was silent.
Na Er froze in place, and the side of his face felt a little itchy.
I raised my hand and touched it. It turned out to be sweat.
Murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he wanted to cover the man with a pillow and kill him.
Why do you talk so much?
If you don't speak, who will treat you as a mute?
If you don't kill your only biological brother in this world, won't it show that you have a miserable life experience?
"No wonder it looks familiar."
Zhang Ruoyu suddenly understood and glanced at Na Er: "We must have met before."
Without saying anything, he knelt down in front of Zhang Ruoyu with a pop.
But this scene made Na Ye look stupid.
Why did my brother, who had always been so proud, kneel down with the enemy of that family?
If you have seen it, you have seen it. If you don’t usually say that people who have seen you have to die?
If you're not dead, then that's because you're in a good mood?
What do you mean? Are you talking like a fart?
"Na Er, get up for me!" Na Ye yelled at Na Er angrily. "Our old family will not be humiliated until they are killed!"
"Shut up!" Na Er glared at the elder brother fiercely. "Why are you talking to Brother Zhang?"
Na Er at least knows what this guy's last name is.
Regardless of your age, it’s absolutely right to call Brother Zhang.
The man's face was full of astonishment and he was completely confused.
What is the origin of this person named Zhang?
Looking at Er Na's virtue, he must know Zhang Ruoyu's identity.
Thinking back to the time before, Na Er had been urging him to retire early and return to his hometown for retirement.
Even if I go to another place to relax, it can be treated as a trip.
That two must be hiding something!
After thinking about this, Na Ye's arrogance to fight to the death was gone in an instant.
There was confusion and uneasiness in his eyes.
"Brother Zhang, all the mistakes he made are all my brother's fault. I will apologize to you on his behalf."
The two thieves showed their righteousness and kowtowed to Brother Zhang three times: "Please, Sir, if you have enough, treat my brother like a fart like you did me back then."
These three kowtows made the two heads bleed.
When the man heard this, he understood the mystery.
Three years ago, those two businesses collapsed because they were taken over by the Beimang Army.
Later, because he was a Chinese and had never done anything in the Chinese territory, Beimang did not kill them all.
It was precisely for this reason that when Beimang held General Zhang's memorial service in Binhai, the man paid five million out of his own pocket to pay for the banquet, as a way of repaying Beimang for not killing him.
Unexpectedly, the Beimang cook sitting in front of him was the key figure who let Na Er go back then?
Who is he?
Beimang God of Cooking?
Marshal Long Fei’s brother-in-law?
He can't be General Zhang's brother, right?
General Zhang is an unparalleled national warrior and is famous all over the world. How could he have a brother who is ruthless?
