Zheng Cheng felt that he had lived for more than twenty years and all the pain he had suffered was nothing like the pain at this moment. He was in so much pain that he was about to have a nervous breakdown.
The more pain he felt, the angrier Ye Zihao felt inside.
Although Ye Zihao was not killed when he was assassinated that night, he was tricked for no reason, which made Ye Zihao feel very unhappy.
Zheng Cheng and the others were so arrogant that Ye Zihao felt that if he didn't teach them a lesson, they would think there were no tigers in the mountains!
If the tiger doesn't show its power, does Zheng Cheng really think that he is a sick cat?
At this moment, Zheng Cheng's knees were hurting so much that he almost suffered a nervous breakdown. How could he, who was usually a pampered man, have ever experienced such painful pain?
"Ye...Ye Hao! Are you...are you fucking crazy? How dare you hurt me?"
Zheng Cheng was very excited and his whole body was full of anger.
"Do you think I'm crazy? Haha! Actually, I think I'm crazy too!"
Say it!
Ye Zihao increased his strength and stepped on Zheng Cheng's injured knee. As a result, his move caused Zheng Cheng to urinate on the spot.
"No...don't!"
"Ouch! It hurts...it hurts! Ouch!"
Zheng Cheng looked in agony and begged for mercy.
"You also know it hurts?"
"Haha! Since you know it hurts, why did you still hurt me in the first place?"
Ye Zihao sneered disdainfully, his expression cold and ruthless, very scary.
"Brother! I...I didn't mean to trick you! It was...it was Song Changsheng's intention. He wanted to lure you into the club that night, and then let a killer be arranged to assassinate you. Who knows..."
At this point, Zheng Cheng stopped speaking.
At this time, Ye Zihao smiled coldly and said, "Who knew they couldn't do anything to me?"
"..."
Zheng Cheng did not speak, but remained silent, as if taking it as acquiescence.
"Zheng Cheng, you always tried to trick me before, but I let you off, but this time it's different. You actually found someone to assassinate me, and they were a group of killers. This time, you're just kidding
It’s too much.”
Ye Zihao said coldly.
"Brother Hao! I...I was wrong! I shouldn't have made small moves behind your back, I'm...I'm sorry for you!"
Zheng Cheng was crying, his whole body was in pain as if his whole family had died in front of him.
"Zheng Cheng! We are all adults, don't say such useless words, I will sound boring."
Ye Zihao shook his head and said lightly.
"I...I, I!"
In an instant, Zheng Cheng was speechless, and at this time, Ye Zihao snorted coldly, and then asked a question, "Zheng Cheng, what do you think it would be like for a person to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair?"
Feel?"
"Forehead?"
For a moment, Zheng Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion: "Ye Zihao! You...what do you mean by this?"
"Actually, it doesn't mean anything. I just want to tell you bad news! You will be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."
Say it!
Without warning, Ye Zihao suddenly stepped on Zheng Cheng's knee.
You know, when Ye Zihao stamps his foot, the floor will shake a few times. Now that Zheng Cheng's knee was stepped on by him, the extent of the injury can be imagined.
As a result, his other kneecap was crushed by Ye Zihao's step.
In an instant, Zheng Cheng's whole body tensed up, his eyes opened wide, especially his face, which turned very red, and the veins on his forehead suddenly protruded.
pain!
It hurts!
It hurts even more than the kick just now!
…
How much does it hurt when you step down?
You could tell just by looking at Zheng Cheng's expression. Even in the end, he didn't even have a chance to scream and passed out on the spot.
One can imagine how terrifying this kick is.
Zheng Cheng's kneecaps were crushed by Ye Zihao. Even if the subsequent surgery was successful, he was destined to spend his whole life in a wheelchair.
Some people will not die unless they seek death!
If Zheng Cheng and the others hadn't played so hard before, Ye Zihao wouldn't have dealt with such a heavy hand.
…
The next day!
A new day has begun again.
In a certain ward of Jiangcheng Hospital, a man was slowly opening his hands. However, when he moved his feet a little, he found that his knees were experiencing severe pain.
"Ouch!"
The man groaned with a painful expression, and then turned his gaze to his knees. He saw that his knees were wrapped in thick gauze and fixed tightly with lime.
"What...what's going on?"
In an instant, Zheng Cheng suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
That’s right!
In fact, this man was Zheng Cheng, who passed out after his knees were crushed by Ye Zihao that night.
At that time, Ye Zihao sent someone over, threw Zheng Cheng at the door of the hospital, and left.
When Zheng Cheng woke up, he found himself in a hospital bed.
At this time, the door of the ward suddenly opened.
"Zheng Cheng, what's wrong with you?"
At this time, Song Changsheng walked in. Someone told him this morning that Zheng Cheng had entered the hospital, so he hurried to the scene.
But what he never expected was that Zheng Cheng's leg would be broken.
"Uncle Song! It's him! It was Ye Zihao who made me like this..."
Immediately afterwards, Zheng Cheng began to tell what happened in detail.
After a while, Song Changsheng knew the whole story. Seeing his shocked expression, he muttered to himself, "Damn it! I didn't expect Ye Zihao to be so ruthless."
"Uncle Song, you must avenge me! I want Ye Zihao to die!"
Zheng Cheng was very excited and looked like a wild beast.
"Don't worry! Uncle Song will definitely avenge you!" Song Changsheng nodded, then reminded him, and said: "Zheng Cheng! You are injured. If you continue to stay in Jiangcheng City, I am afraid that Ye Zihao will be detrimental to you.
Well, I’ll send someone to take you home, okay?”
"Thank...Thank you Uncle Song!"
Zheng Cheng said gratefully that now that his legs were completely disabled, he could only place his only hope on Song Changsheng.
Perhaps because he was afraid of long nights and dreams, Song Changsheng immediately helped Zheng Cheng go through the discharge procedures, and then sent someone to escort Zheng Cheng out of Jiangcheng City.
After Zheng Cheng left safely, Song Changsheng took out the phone from his pocket and dialed a phone number.
"Dudududu!"
The phone was connected, and after a few rings, someone answered.
"Old Song! Is something wrong?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Brother! Zheng Cheng's legs were destroyed by that boy Ye Zihao. What should we do next?"
Song Changsheng asked worriedly and said.
"Old Song! If you use commercial means to suppress Ye Zihao, it is impossible for him to use violence to deal with you! So, the only thing you can do now is to defeat the 'Pretty Girl Company' as soon as possible."
The other party gave a cold command and said.
"Then I know what to do!"
Song Changsheng nodded, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if there was some trick.