The master who has been practicing martial arts for many years beside him is his trump card tonight.
On the way here, Zhao Wuying even consulted the experts if there was a way to make Qin Huan look alive, but he would die in a few days.
The answer given by the master at that time was very good: I will shatter his internal organs.
But at this moment.
Zhao Wuying looked at the master lying on the ground, vomiting blood. He was not sure whether the master's internal organs were broken, but he must have been beaten to the point of internal bleeding.
After Qin Huan got rid of the rotten fish and shrimps on the spot, he glanced at Zhao Wuying lightly: "I think you look down on me a little."
"Really?" Zhao Wuying pulled out his gun and pointed it straight at Qin Huan.
The distance between the two is only seven steps.
As the saying goes, seven steps away, the gun is the fastest.
Within seven steps…
Qin Huan raised his hands with a very upright attitude: "I surrender, don't be impulsive."
Zhao Wuying approached Qin Huan, his eyes cold and sharp: "If you had not appeared in court to testify, my brother would not have died."
"If I don't testify, General Zhang won't let your brother go." Qin Huan began to throw dirty water. "In fact, I was completely coerced by General Zhang to testify in court. He promised me that if he became in power, he would definitely
Promote me."
Zhao Wuying gritted his teeth and asked in a cold voice: "For the sake of promotion, for the sake of success and fame, you force my brother to death? You don't even care about the friendship that has been established for many years?"
"Your brother deserves to die." Qin Huan raised his hands and shrugged.
"Shut the hell up!" Zhao Wuying roared with scarlet eyes. "Do you believe I will kill you with one shot!?"
"I am the God of War in Beimang. I have made great achievements in battle. I am also called brother and sister to Marshal Long Fei of Beimang." Qin Huan was moved by emotion, but Xiao was convinced by reason. "Kill me, and your whole family will suffer."
"Are you bluffing me?" Zhao Wuying was only two steps away from Qin Huan.
"No, I just don't want you to go astray." Qin Huan said righteously. "I am a national hero and a soldier who protects my home and country. I can't bear to see you go astray, and I have the responsibility and obligation to guide you upward."
"Shut the hell up!"
Zhao Wuying hit Qin Huan on the head with the butt of his gun.
Plop.
Qin Huan said "Oh" and fell straight to the ground.
Compared with the brave and skilled warrior just now, Qin Huan who fainted looked like a weak little bastard who could break into pieces at a touch.
Zhao Wuying was obviously stunned.
He didn't expect that he would knock Qin Huan unconscious when he hit her.
After condensing for a moment, Zhao Wuying carried Qin Huan into the car and ran away.
He hated Qin Huan and even more hated Beimang.
I hate Zhang Xiangbei even more deeply.
But he knew that if Qin Huan really died, Beimang would never give up.
Even as Qin Huan said, the entire Zhao family will be buried together!
"Dad, I captured Qin Huan. He is in my car and his head is still bleeding."
Zhao Wuying pretended to be calm.
Kill? He thought about it.
In order to avenge his elder brother, he would do anything.
But that would bring harm to the parents and the entire Zhao family.
He couldn't make up his mind.
In other words, he was not mentally prepared to die together.
"Are you crazy?"
Over the phone, Father Zhao roared: "Qin Huan is the core backbone of Beimang, and his 10,000 elite Tiger Divisions are the ace among aces!"
"Even if you really want to avenge your brother, you can find those retired people with no influence! Isn't there a man named Zhang Ruoyu in Binhai? Can't you find him? Do you have to bite this hard nut?"
Zhao Wuying was too lazy to explain that Zhang Ruoyu had rebelled and even joined the alliance family.
It was precisely because the alliance had no bottom line and was so damn sleazy that Zhao Wuying quit the group in anger and drew a clear line with those wimps who call themselves Big Brother.
"Let's not talk about this for now." Zhao Wuying was a little confused and frowned. "The person was in my car and I knocked him unconscious. What should I do now?"
Father Zhao thought for a moment and said calmly: "You go home first, and I will think of a way!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhao's mother hurried into the living room before Father Zhao had a chance to take a sip of tea.
"Husband, something big happened!"
Father Zhao glared at his wife and shouted, "Don't be so surprised. What happened?"
The younger son beat up the Beimang God of War and knocked his mother unconscious. He will be transported home soon.
What else could be bigger than this?
"There are cars parked outside the yard," Mother Zhao said in a trembling voice. "When I passed by just now, I looked at the license plates. There were some from the army, some from the city hall, some from the garrison, and some from the local area. What should I do? When I saw a familiar license plate, it seemed to belong to your old chief..."
Father Zhao was stunned and completely dumbfounded.
Does it mean that the whole world knows that my son is going to do something stupid and I am the only one who is kept in the dark?
Father Zhao immediately called his son, but failed to get through.
He wasn't sure why the big guys outside were blocking the door of his home, neither saying hello in advance nor stating their intentions.
It's even less certain whether they came here for Zhao Wuying.
But if my son comes home at this juncture, he will be throwing himself into a trap!
Dudu.
Zhao Hengji's cell phone rang and he answered it immediately.
But this call was not from his son, but from a strange phone call.
"Boss Zhao, do you want to save your little son?"
On the other side of the phone, a plain voice sounded, but it was full of oppression.
"Can you save him?" Zhao Hengji asked subconsciously, but immediately shut up, realizing that he had let slip.
"certainly."
Zhang Ruoyu on the other end of the phone wrote lightly: "It can even be said that no one can save your son except me."
Zhao Hengji fell silent.
The man on the phone clearly knew what was happening.
He even sat in a car outside Zhao's house!
"Why do you want to help me?" Zhao Hengji said calmly.
"I'm not helping, I just want to make a deal with you." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.
"What deal?" Zhao Hengji seemed relieved.
Save his son by making a deal.
No matter what the price is, Zhao Hengji can accept it.
"Exchange your eldest son's life for your younger son's life."
Zhang Ruoyu opened his thin lips slightly and said word by word: "If you deserve to die, you will die. If you don't deserve to die, you will die."
