Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

"Brother! Get out of the way——"

Mu Qing'an was standing opposite Mu Wangsheng. He was the first to see his action and spoke hurriedly.

Mu Qingyuan never expected that the usually cowardly Mu Wangsheng would dare to draw his knife in front of everyone. His face changed and he quickly dodged.

But it was still half a step slow.

The blade sliced ​​across his arm, cutting deep into his flesh and quickly staining his snow-white shirt red.

At that moment, their eyes met, and Mu Qingyuan looked at Mu Wangsheng as if he was looking at a dead person!

He stepped aside, not caring at all about the blood dripping from his arm, and rushed into the battle with his bare hands, grabbed Mu Wangsheng's wrist, twisted his hand, snatched the fruit knife, pressed Mu Wangsheng's wrist on the table, and with his other hand, turned the blade and stabbed it fiercely.

"what!--"

The shrill screams echoed throughout the top floor of the Mu Building.

Things happened too fast, and the 'counterattack' was also too fast.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

The calmest person was still Mu Qingyuan. He put down the knife and covered the wound with his hand. Blood was still flowing out from between his fingers. His eyes were penetrating as he swept over every member of the Mu family present.

"You better not mess with me! Otherwise, next time, I won't be stabbing your palm!"

"Mu Qingan, call an ambulance!"

At the command, Mu Qing'an came back to his senses, took out his cell phone, and called an ambulance with his body and fingers trembling.

The other members of the Mu family gradually reacted.

Mu Wangsheng's palms were nailed to the table and his wailing was endless.

Old Master Mu seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, with his back bent. The Mu family might have really let a wolf into the house!

Mu Jisheng widened his eyes, pointed at Mu Qingyuan's trembling hands, and said, "You, you dare to use a knife..."

Mu Qingyuan sneered and said, "Tsk, what a good way to put the blame on someone else. Who was the first to strike, my third uncle?"

The tone of voice, which was cold yet deliberately gentle, made Mu Jisheng tremble all over and become speechless.

"Or have you not done enough to harm others in secret? That's right, people like you who only know how to talk will never do anything yourself..."

"Who was it that held a knife to my mother's neck and threatened me?"

Mu Qingyuan's expression was cold and gloomy. He looked at the Mu family's three members with a smile. At that time, his mother was still ill and unable to walk.

"I, I want to call the police..." Mu Wangsheng screamed in pain and dared to shout.

Mu Qingyuan glanced at him sideways, raised his hand, grasped the hilt of the knife, and pulled it out violently.

He turned his gaze to the camera in the corner and said, "Go ahead and report it. Did you see it? There is a camera there. How about we go to the police station together and see who goes in in the end?"

As the knife came out, Mu Wangsheng howled again, holding his own hand, blood dripping out. Frightened by Mu Qingyuan's attack, he fell to his knees with a thud and fainted.

"Useless things!"

Mu Qingyuan threw the knife away.

"The ambulance is here. I'm going to the hospital to get him bandaged. You guys do what you want!"

Having said that, Mu Qingyuan covered his wound and walked away, completely ignoring the old man behind him calling out to keep him.

The Mu family no longer had any weaknesses for him, and he no longer needed to pretend and flatter these rubbish.

"Brother, brother, wait for me, I will go with you!"

Mu Qing'an followed Mu Qingyuan into the elevator. His face looked even paler than that of the injured Mu Qingyuan.

His hands froze in mid-air. He wanted to touch the wound, but he didn't dare to do so. He didn't know what to do.

Mu Qingyuan rolled his eyes at him and said, "What are you doing here? To be the old man's eyes and ears?"

"I, I'm not! I...you're injured, I'm here as a family member..."

"Ah!"

Mu Qingyuan didn't want to talk to the idiot, so he turned his eyes away, reached the first floor and just walked out.

The employees on the first floor were shocked when they saw this. They were just discussing why an ambulance suddenly arrived...

At the entrance of the Mu Building, countless reporters gathered around the ambulance and recorded this scene.

Ten minutes later, just as Mu Qingyuan arrived at the hospital, various news such as the Mu family murdering their illegitimate child, the Mu family destroying their own bridges, and the internal strife in the Mu board of directors spread all over the Internet...

At the same time, H City.

Luo Jiushuai is on the day shift today. After get off work, he is too lazy to cook, so he usually just has a meal in the hospital cafeteria.

There was a TV hanging in the cafeteria, broadcasting various news of the day. Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view. His face changed, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed Jian Zhinian.

The other party was busy and didn't answer.

This guy Jian Zhinian must be hiding in the laboratory again!

Luo Jiushuai lost his appetite and ate a few mouthfuls before driving to K University. Along the way, he did not forget to call Jian Zhinian...

"Teacher, when I came in, I found that your phone was vibrating..."

Huang Xinya is a graduate student recruited by Jian Zhinian last year. She just went out for dinner and came back wearing her lab coat.

Many experiments cannot be interrupted, so Jian Zhinian usually stays behind by himself.

"Ah."

Jian Zhinian responded, holding today's experimental data in his hand, staring at the experimental progress with a focused expression.

Huang Xinya shook her head. Professor Jian must not have listened to her words. But the phone call was not important, eating was still important. Senior Brother Li was on a day off today, and he specifically told her to keep an eye on the professor's eating!

"Teacher, I brought you a meal in the rest area outside. Go eat it first and then go back to rest. You have been here for more than 30 hours since yesterday morning."

"Teacher? Teacher Jane?"

Huang Xinya had to pull Jian Zhinian's sleeve and raise the volume.

"Huh? What did you just say?" Jian Zhinian looked up blankly, his mind still on the paper full of data.

"Teacher, it's time to eat. I'll put the food in the lounge area. Please get out. Your phone has been vibrating for a long time!"

Huang Xinya boldly snatched the documents from Jian Zhinian's hand and half pushed him towards the buffer room.

Jian Zhinian was forced to leave the core laboratory. Who would call him?

Mu Qingyuan?

Jian Zhinian felt a glimmer of anticipation in his heart, and his pace quickened a bit.

Many laboratories need to prevent electromagnetic interference and mobile phones are not allowed to be brought in. Jian Zhinian changed into a lab coat and retrieved his mobile phone from the storage area. When he opened it, a hint of loss flashed across his eyes.

Not Mu Qingyuan.

It’s just Luo Jiushuai…

He frowned his stiff brows. He didn't feel anything in the constant temperature environment of the laboratory, but when he came out, he found that this winter was really cold.

The air conditioner in the rest area was not turned on. Jian Zhinian covered his collar and saw a meal on the round table.

He opened it slowly, took a few bites and put down his chopsticks, took out stomach medicine from his pocket, poured out two pills and swallowed them dry, then casually called Luo Jiushuai...

"Nine……"

"Zhi Nian, I'm at the door of the laboratory, you come down first."

"Why are you here?" Jian Zhinian paused with the chopsticks in his hand, feeling inexplicably panicked.

"It's not that I'm anxious, it's that Mu Qingyuan was stabbed with a knife, you..."

Jian Zhinian stood up suddenly, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground. He didn't hear anything Luo Jiushuai said afterwards.

All that came to mind were the two times Mu Qingyuan was injured. This time, he even used a knife and saw blood...

Thinking of Mu Qingyuan covered in blood, Jian Zhinian felt dizzy and felt dizzy.

He held onto the edge of the table, calmed himself, held the phone tightly with his five fingers, and said, "Jiu Shuai, take me to the airport."