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Lin Yu hurried over and said, "Yes, yes, yes, this is my welcome gift to Mr. Han. Mr. Fu, you can't take it away."

Han Guanshan turned his head and glanced at Lin Yu. Although he was not angry, the look in his eyes was frightening.

He grinned kindly, "I forgot, I haven't thanked Master Lin yet."

"How can I thank you...why not, I'll just send you to a good place."

Lin Yu thought he really wanted to thank him, so he waved his hand.

But before she could get any words out, the man's powerful jaws grabbed her neck tightly, and his fingers hooked up and dug deep into her skin, gradually increasing the force.

Lin Yu's face turned red and he made "uh uh" sounds, unable to speak. After half a minute, his eyeballs bulged out.

Song Weiyu heard the voice and wanted to look back.

Fu Haitang pressed her head back to her shoulder and said, "Be good and have a good sleep. I'll take you to the hospital. Li He is ready and waiting for you."

She lay obediently on Fu Haitang's shoulder, her mind gradually becoming clearer, and she realized that Han Guanshan was really right beside her...

Lin Yu is dead.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Lin Hu knelt down on the ground with a thud, "Master Han, why? Why did you suddenly kill my brother? What did he do wrong... Please tell me clearly."

Han Guanshan waved his hands and pointed his gun at Lin Hu.

"He did nothing wrong. He just thought he was smart."

Lin Hu kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Master Han, we two brothers have always been loyal to you. You said you wanted Song Weiyu's life, so we tied her up and gave her to you. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Did I let you torture her?"

Han Guanshan directly put the muzzle of the gun to Lin Hu's forehead, "Do you fucking know who this woman is?"

"Who, who?" Lin Hu was confused.

The words that Han Guanshan was about to say were buried in his throat and he finally swallowed them back.

The trigger is about to be pulled.

Chen Fang stood in front of Lin Hu and said, "Leave him to me. He cut off one of Song Weiyu's fingers. I can't let him die so easily."

Lin Yu is already dead. If Lin Hu dies too, Jingbei’s trading channels will be difficult to sort out in a short period of time.

Lin Hu has to vomit everything out before he can die.

Han Guanshan tugged at his shirt and pouted his cheek with the tip of his tongue. "What did you say? What did he cut?"

Just now, he hadn't paid any attention to her hand.

Someone actually chopped off my fingers?

Fu Haitang and Chen Fang seemed to have discussed it beforehand. Neither of them spoke. Their eyes swept across him lightly, as if to say: Are you worthy of it?

"You don't want to tell me, right? Okay, I'll take a look myself later."

The dozen or so men behind Han Guanshan pointed their guns at Fu Haitang at the same time.

The only ones left were Fu Haitang, Chen Fang and A Yuan, and they couldn't win in a gunfight.

Facing the gun, Chen Fang stood slowly in front of Fu Haitang.

His current identity is that of a nightclub dweller, and he is considered a subordinate of Han Guanshan. It is naturally inappropriate for him to pull out a gun, so he can only try to find a way to mediate.

He raised his hands to his chest, palms facing outward, "She is seriously injured and needs to go to the hospital immediately. Can you not waste time?"

Han Guanshan's wild nature had been aroused by the two men. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "She's going to die. What difference does it make whether she goes to the hospital or not? I might as well kill her now to save the trouble..."

Zhou Qingye was making phone calls throughout Beijing to prepare snake serum. When he heard this, he turned around and pouted helplessly.

Damn, I have the toughest mouth in the whole body.

If the person really dies, will he have to ask the entire hospital to be buried with her?

Song Weiyu also heard these words, and she tightened her arms around Fu Haitang's neck. She hadn't seen Han Guanshan for more than ten years, and she was not sure whether he would still remember their old friendship.

During the confrontation, Fu Haitang's cell phone suddenly rang. Perhaps because the entrance had been open, the signal was weak, but they could still communicate.

He glanced at the place where Chen Fang kept his gun on his waist, and a dark current surged in his eyes.

While speaking to Chen Fang, he handed the person in his arms over and said, "You hold it first. I'll answer the phone."

Chen Fang reached out to take it.

Song Weiyu refused, whining and hugging Fu Haitang's neck tightly, pushing straight into his coat, "No! No! I want you to hold me!"

Chen Fang's hand froze in the air, his heart broken by her reaction.

At this moment, he even felt that she was deliberately taking revenge on him.

Because he didn't put her first, now, she didn't put him first either...

Fu Haitang gently stroked her back and coaxed her a few times, but she still didn't want to cry again. Fu Haitang whispered in her ear: "It's the police calling."

Only then did she let go of her hand, pinching her little face, and was taken over by Chen Fang.

Not wanting to look at Han Guanshan, she simply buried her face in Chen Fang's shoulder, curling up like an ostrich escaping.

Chen Fang held her in his arms, feeling the warmth in his arms, and finally felt at ease. However, she couldn't get rid of the thought of her subconscious reliance on Fu Haitang.

There's a hole missing in my heart, like a bottomless pit, and even if I bury this solid thing in it, it can't be filled.

"I know you've suffered. Blame me. It's all my fault. I should have taken you away last night."