Just a minute ago, he killed two people with his own hands.

But at this moment, he was calm and composed, sitting in the ward, quietly reading the book.

This is simply.

To him, killing someone is like chopping vegetables with just one hand.

I heard Chen Zongheng explain.

Qiu Yiren on the hospital bed has a pretty and complicated face.

Although, Chen Zongheng did not explain anything.

However, in Qiu Yiren's heart, she vaguely understood that the other party... must have come because of her.

Could it be that the news that he came to H City was...revealed?

The purpose of the other party's coming to find him... Qiu Yiren could even vaguely guess it.

X project plan.

Although, this plan...she has already hidden it.

However, a lot of public information, and even gossip circulating behind the scenes, are still unstoppable.

At this moment, she, Qiu Yiren, is the name on the forefront.

Project X is a hot potato.

She could be threatened anytime, anywhere.

Qiu Yiren was lying on the hospital bed with complicated emotions.

"I'm sorry...Mr. Chen, it was me who caused you trouble." She apologized carefully in a complex voice.

If not, it’s because of yourself.

It is impossible for Mr. Chen to be trapped in H City.

If not, it’s because of yourself.

It is impossible for Mr. Chen to endure so many crises.

Today, I have experienced so many things.

Mr. Chen has saved her life countless times.

For such a kindness, the measly 100 million annual salary she offered him was simply not enough to repay him.

Chen Zongheng's expression was indifferent, and his eyes that were flipping through the books slowly raised and he glanced at her lightly.

"Get well." There were only four words in his words.

He is still indifferent and indifferent, cherishing words and money.

However, he has already expressed his point of view.

He is not very good at comforting people.

The current intention is to let Qiu Yiren recover well and not think so much.

Qiu Yiren was lying on the hospital bed, her beautiful eyes were complex, her white teeth bit her red lips, and she nodded slowly.

…

And, at the same time.

Dozens of red BMW 7 Series sedans roared towards the Hongmen Group headquarters building a few kilometers away!

The BMW 7 Series sedan contains the body and head of their most powerful second-in-command, Zhang Weirong, with red doors!

Twenty minutes later.

Dozens of red BMWs suddenly braked and stopped hard downstairs at the headquarters of the Red Gate Group!

Wow~!

Dozens of BMW cars opened their doors simultaneously!

A group of members in black suits looked solemn as they quickly stepped out of the car!

A large group of members carried Zhang Weirong's headless body.

Rush into the building in a hurry!

Another subordinate held Zhang Weirong's head and rushed in tremblingly.

During the whole process, the bloody blood continued to drip down from the head.

Even Zhang Weirong's eyes were not closed.

On his head, his eyes were wide open...

That is, die with your eyes in peace!

Red Gate Group, top floor.

Office of the Chairman.

The boss of the Red Gate, Simon Yam, was lying on the chairman's office chair, his leather shoes on the desk, and he was puffing out smoke rings.

He was quietly waiting for the news.

Waiting for the news of the return of the adopted son.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the Audemars Piguet watch worth millions on his wrist.

An hour has passed.

Judging from the time, the adopted son Zhang Weirong should also be back.

Thinking of this, the corner of Ren Dahua's mouth curled up.

He blew out a puff of cigar smoke, his eyes... filled with countless depths.

Today, bring this Qiu Yiren back.

This means that he, Hongmen, has mastered the latest technology in the entire pharmaceutical market.

X project.

hehe.

There was a flash of curvature at the corner of Ren Dahua's mouth.

He himself has no interest in any medical raw materials.

The reason why he got Project X was not to make medicine.

But, to make poison!

Pharmaceuticals, how much profit is this?

Although, Project X can reduce product costs by more than 10 times.

However, he doesn’t care about the profits of drugs at all!

What he values ​​​​is drugs!

Drugs are the real profit of violence!!

Just then, Simon Yam's eyes were deep and he was lost in reverie.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the office corridor door!

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