Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, the weekend has passed again.
Feng Batian still didn't see any movement, but Ye Zihao didn't feel a trace of worry, because he knew that the fox would eventually show its tail.
At this time, in Feng Batian's study, he deliberately locked the door of the room and even drew the curtains.
After he ensured that the scene was safe, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a mysterious person's phone number.
"Dudududu!"
After the phone rang a few times, someone answered the call.
"Brother Feng!"
At this time, a man's gloomy voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Brother Lan! Can you send a killer to my side to help me kill someone?"
Feng Batian said.
The call he was making at this moment was none other than the boss of "Seven Colors Hell"...Lan Zhenglong!
"Brother Feng! Do you want me to assassinate Ye Zihao again? How many times have I told you that this kid's identity is very mysterious. I have been investigating for so long, but I can't find out his experience before coming to Jiangcheng City. If you
If you want me to assassinate him, then don't do it, at least I won't do it until I know his details."
Lan Zhenglong explained and said.
In fact, he also wanted to avenge his dead brother, but after investigating Ye Zihao, he was shocked to find that this guy was completely blank before coming to Jiangcheng City.
In other words, he could not investigate anything before this.
The more this happened, the more mysterious he felt Ye Zihao was!
Oh shit!
Are you perfunctory with me again? Just don't you dare to fucking do it, and you still say it so mysteriously!
Feng Batian thought Lan Zhenglong didn't want to help, so he said this.
However, this time Feng Batian's target was not Ye Zihao, but Ma Jinhai.
Ma Jinhai had sent someone to assassinate him before. Feng Batian felt that he would not stop doing anything, so he directly asked Lan Zhenglong to send someone to kill Ma Jinhai.
As long as Ma Jinhai dies, Ma's Skin Care Products Company will completely fall into his hands.
Therefore, he explained to Lan Zhenglong and said, "Brother Lan! I don't want you to assassinate Ye Zihao."
"Oh? Then who do you want me to assassinate?"
"Ma Jinhai!"
"Ma Jinhai? Didn't you form an alliance with him?" Lan Zhenglong asked in confusion.
"It's time to go our separate ways!"
Feng Batian sneered very sinisterly, as if he was beginning to imagine the scene when he owned "Ma's Skin Care Products Company".
After a while, he discussed some details with Lan Zhenglong and determined the time for the assassination.
Soon, Feng Batian hung up the phone.
Seeing his gloomy expression, he smiled coldly and said: "Ma Jinhai, since you are in the first grade of junior high school, then I will be in the fifteenth grade! You want to assassinate me? Haha! No way!"
…
Half an hour later!
Ye Zihao, who was also in Mingshan City, received a call from Fatty.
"Boss! You are so good at knowing things!"
Fatty's excited voice came from the other end of the phone, and Ye Zihao smiled and said, "Do you have any information?"
"Yes!"
Immediately afterwards, Fatty truthfully told Ye Zihao what he had just eavesdropped on Feng Batian.
After a while, Ye Zihao learned about Feng Batian's assassination plan and time. He sneered and said, "Damn! There is indeed a ghost!"
In fact!
In addition to sending people to secretly protect Ma Jinhai 24 hours a day, Ye Zihao also secretly sent Fatty to monitor Feng Batian's phone calls 24 hours a day.
As a result, the content of Feng Batian's phone call with Lan Zhenglong was clearly heard by Fatty.
"Boss! What are your next plans?"
The fat man asked curiously and said.
"It's easy! Just wait and wait!"
Ye Zihao smiled, and the playful smile at the corner of his mouth was very intriguing.
…
An hour later!
Ye Zihao reappeared in Mingshan Hospital.
At this time, when Ma Jinhai saw him coming, he had a serious expression on his face and said coldly, "What are you doing here? Are you trying to sow discord again?"
"Master Ma! If I said someone wanted to assassinate you tonight, would you believe it?" Ye Zihao sat down and said with a strange expression on his face.
"What? Someone wants to assassinate me? You...how did you know?"
Ma Jinhai looked shocked and asked in confusion.
"You don't care how I know it, but I can tell you with certainty that a killer will come to assassinate you tonight."
Ye Zihao spread his hands and said.
"You...why did you tell me? What is your purpose?"
Ma Jinhai seemed to still be wary of Ye Zihao. After all, the injuries on his body were caused by Ye Zihao.
"Didn't we make a bet? You said Feng Batian would not harm you, but what I want to tell you is that the person who came to assassinate you this time was sent by him! Can you believe it?"
Ye Zihao said with a playful smile.
"No...impossible! Uncle Feng will never send someone to assassinate me."
Ma Jinhai immediately shook his head and denied it.
Apparently!
He couldn't believe this was true.
"Master Ma, I have brought the words here. As for whether you believe it or not, that is your business!"
Ye Zihao helplessly spread his hands and explained.
"I……"
Suddenly, Ma Jinhai hesitated.
At this time, Ye Zihao shook his head slightly and was about to turn around and leave.
However, at this moment, Ma Jinhai suddenly stopped him and said, "Ye Zihao! Wait!"
At this time, Ye Zihao turned around and responded calmly, "Master Ma, do you have anything to say?"
"Yi Zihao!"
"I'll take a gamble! This time, I believe you!"
Ma Jinhai gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a solemn decision.
"Haha! Master Ma is really smart!"
Ye Zihao smiled, as if he was very satisfied with Ma Jinhai's performance.
…
Early that night!
It was dark and windy throughout Mingshan City. In a long corridor of Mingshan Hospital, there was a doctor wearing a white coat, walking alone.
I saw that he was wearing a medical mask and had his hands in his pockets, giving him a somewhat mysterious look.
At this time, when he passed a ward, he suddenly stopped. He looked around furtively on both sides, and after seeing that nothing was happening around him, he quietly opened the door of the ward.
Soon, he walked into the ward quietly.
The light in the ward was very dark at this time, but he could still see someone covered with a quilt and lying on the hospital bed.
At this time, I saw the doctor take something out of his pocket.
What he took out was not a medical instrument such as a stethoscope, but a pistol equipped with a silencer.
He slowly raised his gun and pointed it at the man sleeping on the hospital bed.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
The next second, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet directly hit the patient lying on the hospital bed.