On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Chi Zheng glanced at Chen Qian and Chi Mu indifferently, his face so gloomy that water could almost condense out of it. He did not respond to the greetings, but stared at Chi Mu for a long time.

Chi Mu was neither humble nor arrogant, and looked at him expressionlessly.

The two of them were silent, exchanging glances.

After a long while, Chi Zheng said in a cold and deep voice: "I thought you were just disappointing. But I didn't expect you to dare to stab me in the back. You are really good."

He glanced at Chen Qian again, and his cold, snake-like, sticky gaze lingered on Chen Qian, causing Chen Qian to frown.

Not to be outdone, Chi Mu lowered his eyes and sneered, "My courage is probably hereditary. Doesn't that just prove what you said about the theory of bloodline?"

"But perhaps your bloodline isn't of good quality either, otherwise I wouldn't be the only one with the blood of a lowly person that you value so much and would set a trap for you."

Chen Qian glanced at Chi Zheng's shriveled skin, at the muscles that were constantly tightening and twitching due to anger. He felt so relieved that he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hurry up, Mr. Chi! You've got to clean up the mess!" Yu Wangze, who was waiting nearby, said anxiously, not too harshly. He wore a calm and polite smile, but his eyes shone with an undisguised viciousness. "You're not in a hurry, but our child is injured and needs to go to the hospital."

Chi Zheng had probably never experienced such a situation in his entire life, where he was humiliated by a young man who hadn't even grown all his hair. His face turned visibly pale and he gasped for breath.

His hands, tightly gripping the wheelchair armrests, were shaking violently. He gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "-- Release him."

What have you been longing for?

The battle lasted so long that Chen Qian could hardly remember it.

His head was still spinning and his whole body was throbbing with pain.

The thought of letting them go seemed to resonate with everyone present. The empty path in the middle remained, its edges clearly defined. But the black figures on either side of the path erupted in waves of angry roars and curses.

Chi Zheng had no intention of stopping them, or perhaps, the unwillingness and abuse of this group of people were just his own intentions.

Chen Qian and Chi Mu were brought to the front of the crowd one after another, and then thrown out.

Chen Tian and Zhong Yi hurriedly stepped forward to support him, thus preventing him from falling straight to the ground under the force.

The hostage situation has been resolved, and the next step is negotiation.

Chen Tian put his coat on his dying brother, handed him to Zhong Yi, and followed the others forward.

On the other side, Wu Zhefan was also accompanying Chi Mu and was whispering something with Shi Xixi.

Chen Qian looked at Chi Mu, who lowered his head slightly and listened attentively to Shi Xixi, and his heart choked.

He leaned his whole body against Zhong Yi with the help of his strength, looking listless.

"Zhongyi." His tone was flat.

"Ok?"

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Zhong Yi was a little confused, not understanding the significance of his question, but he still answered politely, "No."

He carried Chen Qian and started walking back, passing through the small path in the crowd and heading towards the car. Chi Mu and the others followed him, two or three steps behind.

"I'm quite scared." Chen Qian felt a little sour in his nose.

Zhong Yi was even more confused when he heard his words, "What's wrong with you?"

"I've always been scared, from childhood to adulthood." Chen Qian's voice was filled with tears. He looked at Zhong Yi's eyes, which although he didn't understand, were still somewhat concerned. His eyes soon became wet. "I was scared before going to Denmark, and I'm scared after coming back."

"I don't know how you became so miserable when I was only away for a few months." Zhong Yi sighed. He knew that lying to the ghost was probably some kind of excuse.

He looked at Chen Qian's eyes, which were quickly blurred by tears, and comforted him: "If you feel wronged, it's okay to cry, because everything is fine now, and you can go home."

In an instant, tears were streaming down Chen Qian's face, and it became a wet rag.

He cried loudly in grievance, and wiped his tears and snot on Zhongyi's high-quality light-colored cashmere sweater.

He still didn't forget to tease Zhong Yi: "Woo woo woo - this is the longest time we've known each other, woo woo hiccup - this is the longest sentence you've ever said, I'm so touched, Zhong Yi."

"Move your face away." One of the few tender moments in Zhong Yi's life took a sudden turn for the worse, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Please have a little more mercy on me, wuwuwu - don't be so ruthless and so fast..." Chen Qian pulled the sweater until it was deformed.

Not far behind him, Chi Mu and Wu Zhefan were walking side by side. Chi Mu's condition was not very bad, but he had a fever and had to slow down his pace.

His gaze was fixed on Chen Qian, who had completely collapsed after returning to a safe environment, and Zhong Yi's intimate movements. He couldn't move his eyes away for a long time, and there was a flicker of perhaps loneliness or regret in his eyes.

It was unknown how long the negotiations in front of the huge warehouse would last, and Wu Zhefan's responsibility was to not waste time and take the two injured people away as soon as possible.

Before getting on the bus, Chen Qian's mood had barely calmed down. He did not restrain himself at all and cried all the way without caring about anything. So even though the time was very short, he still couldn't hide his slightly red and swollen eyes and messy face when he got on the bus.

……

"White ceiling..." Chen Qian muttered softly while wrapped in the quilt. He widened his eyes in suspicion and identified the surrounding environment.

The gauze curtains were milky white, and on the windowsill stood a light green vase with a few blue bellflowers in it, the buds swaying gently in the breeze.

The autumn sun is very bright, illuminating the house and filling the air with a hint of warmth.

The scene and layout gave him a sense of familiarity, which made his peaceful mind tense for no reason.

"Is this another dream?" Chen Qian doubtfully reached out his hand towards his leg, but was stopped halfway by the pain of a needle pricking the back of his hand. "Hiss—it turned out not to be a dream."

He pulled the IV bottle, and it swung slowly from side to side on the hook. He raised his hand with the IV needle to check it, then breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the needle was not pulled off by his brainless action.

"Xiao Qian." Just when Chen Qian was immersed in the change that had just occurred after he escaped from death and returned to normal life, and was secretly rejoicing about it.

The sliding door connecting the ward to the outside was quietly opened.