Chen Zongheng’s decision.

Always, no one can change.

…

Qiu's Building, in the Security Director's Office.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold, he opened the door and sat down slowly.

The medicines are already prepared.

There was a stabbing sound.

The suit on Chen Zongheng's body was almost in ruins and was torn apart by him at this moment...!!

If anyone is here.

I am afraid that I will be so frightened by this shocking scene that I will faint!

At this moment, Chen Zongheng's entire body and exposed skin were burning horribly!

The flesh is rolled and the blood is dripping!

But, at that time.

Chen Zongheng was at the center of the explosion!

With my physical body, I withstood the most terrifying explosion shock wave...!!

on him.

I don’t know how many exploding shrapnel there were!

Burning injuries, injuries caused by explosions, including injuries caused by flying shrapnel...

Add up.

Chen Zongheng's body at this moment looks shocking!

However, his expression still showed no fluctuation.

His eyes were cold, as if what was injured... was not his own body.

Whoosh!

Chen Zongheng's hands were terrifyingly stable as he kept taking out shrapnel from his body!

before.

There is a plate on the table.

In the crisp sound of tinkling.

Shrapnel stained with blood kept falling into the plate!

Pain, of course, is there.

The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow instantly set off a wave of terror, sweeping the whole body crazily!

However, there was no expression on Chen Zongheng's face at all!

Crunch.

The office door opened.

"Mr. Chen, this is the medicine I just bought. See if it works..."

Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly.

Qiu Yiren stood at the door with an almost dull expression when she saw this scene!

Bang!

The medicine in her hand fell to the ground!

Whoosh!

Qiu Yiren's eyes turned red and tears rolled down her face!

"Mr. Chen...you, do you feel pain? It's better to go to the hospital..."

"I...I'll drive you!"

The words have not yet fallen.

next moment.

Chen Zongheng's cold voice, without any fluctuation, seemed to ring in her ears.

"go out."

"Mr. Chen..."

"go out!"

"..."

Qiu Yiren's fingertips trembled, and she carefully handed over the medicine. She bit her red lips slightly, looked at Chen Zongheng again, took a deep breath, turned around and walked out of the office.

Inside the office.

Once again, calm was restored.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were indifferent as he cleaned up the injuries again.

soon.

All shrapnel has been cleaned up.

He picked up the alcohol and poured it on himself...!!

A sting!

White mist rises!

The injured skin and flesh were steaming at the moment!

Chen Zongheng looked indifferent and wiped the wound...!!

After cleaning the wound.

He simply bandaged the injury.

In some places, sutures are still needed.

soon.

All injuries have been bandaged...!!
Chapter completed!