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Song Xu didn't keep anyone in suspense and answered directly.

“Lu Bozhou,” Song Xu said, “He brought you and Xiao Shitou to the hospital.”

Although the answer was somewhat expected, Jiang Mian still had a feeling that 'it really was him.'

"Where is President Lu now? Is he with Xiao Shitou? Can I go see them?" Jiang Mian asked.

She was still worried about her son, even though she was certain that she had done everything she could to protect him at the time of the incident.

But now that he's out of danger, I still want to see for myself that he's safe and sound.

And Jiang Mian also wanted to see Lu Bozhou. She had overheard what the nurse had said earlier.

Jiang Mian felt uneasy; she didn't want to be falsely accused or wrongly convicted.

Song Xu replied, "Bo Zhou just went out on business. He was in your ward before he left."

"Stay in my...hospital room?" Jiang Mian's eyes widened, her gaze somewhat surprised.

Why were you staying in her hospital room?

The nurses' earlier words had already formed a prejudice in Jiang Mian, making her think more deeply at this moment.

Could it be that Lu Bozhou was watching her in the hospital room because he suspected she had staged the whole thing?

Song Xu laughed and said, "Yes, he wanted to leave, but you held onto his hand and wouldn't let go."

Song Xu pointed to her left hand, which was wrapped in bandages, and said, "To be honest, with your hand injured like this, no one can break free."

Jiang Mian's eyes widened even more than before. "W-what?!"

Why is she holding onto his hand? Why is she holding onto Lu Bozhou's hand?

She lowered her eyes and stared at her left hand, her gaze seemingly trying to pierce through it.

No wonder I always had the illusion that I had grabbed something.

I never expected it was Lu Bozhou's hand!

Song Xu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I'll tell him you're awake. But you should rest well, we can talk about it later."

Song Xu walked out of the ward, and Jiang Mian stared blankly at the door, only then realizing what was happening!

Dr. Song, it's okay if you don't tell Lu Bozhou that she's awake!

The thought that she was holding his hand tightly in her sleep made Jiang Mian feel that she didn't want Lu Bozhou to know that she was awake at all.

After leaving the ward, Song Xu made a phone call to Lu Bozhou.

It made many sounds.

No one answered the phone.

……

Waste disposal site.

"Ugh—!" came a scream.

A disheveled figure collapsed heavily to the ground, curled up in a ball, clutching his stomach, trembling and convulsing.

The sound of gasping for breath due to pain was coming from my throat.

"Run, why aren't you running anymore?" A deep voice, tinged with a cold laugh.

Lu Bozhou stood in front of him, dressed in a clean shirt, which seemed completely out of place in this space filled with an unpleasant smell.

The person lying on the ground was unable to speak.

Lu Bozhou glanced at it coldly, then raised his arm and slowly unbuttoned his shirt cuffs.

He rolled up his sleeves neatly, and every little detail of his movements exuded a refined elegance.

There is a contradictory sense of disconnect between what he is doing and the entire environment.

It's as if he shouldn't be in such a dirty and messy place, and shouldn't be subjected to such inelegant violence.

However, his long, narrow eyes held a cold, dark light, and the corners of his mouth hinted at a bloodthirsty smile.

And yet, it seemed to perfectly complement the environment and his behavior.

The sleeves of his shirt were neatly rolled up to his elbows, revealing his forearms with firm and beautiful muscle lines.

He bent down slightly and picked something up from the ground.

Then keep going.

The person who was curled up on the ground in pain.

Then I heard a chilling sound.

Clunking and clacking...

That was the sound of some kind of metal dragging across the ground and rubbing against it.

That was the sound of someone dragging a long iron pipe along.

His gaze turned horrified, and his eyes widened suddenly.

"You..." His mouth was full of blood, and his voice sounded sticky and sickening, "What...do you want to do?"

"No one will die." The man's perfectly shaped thin lips uttered a slightly hoarse, cold syllable.

His raised arm showed the bulging muscles that hinted at an explosive power.

The iron pipe struck the man with several dull thuds, followed by the man's hysterical screams.

He screamed until he almost lost his voice.

He was in so much pain that his vision went black and he almost lost consciousness.

Before he could even faint, a bucket of cold, dirty water was splashed all over his head and face.

He jolted awake and had to force himself to open his eyes to look at the terrifying figure before him.

Then I saw the undisguised gloom in Lu Bozhou's eyes.

He was somewhat shocked by the complexity of those negative emotions.

Gloomy, eerie, obsessive, insane.

It was like a smoldering fire, ready to devour you completely at any moment.

Where was even a trace of the indifferent and composed demeanor that President Lu of Dingsheng usually possessed?

"They all seem to think that they can run wild over me by just shooing away some random cats and dogs."

As he spoke, his deep, sinister voice suddenly broke into a soft chuckle.

The man was trembling, whether from the intense pain or from the fear of the terrifying figure named Lu Bozhou before him, it was unclear.

The next second, he roared at the top of his lungs.

At first, it was cursing.

"Lu Bozhou! You...you will die a horrible death!"

May your entire family be wiped out! May your wife and children be torn apart!

Later, it gradually turned into a bargaining negotiation: "Don't you...don't you want to know who made me do this? Don't you want to know who's behind it all?"

Lu Bozhou chuckled softly, looking down at him, "Isn't it Lu Bolin?"

"..." The man's pupils widened as he stared at Lu Bozhou.

"I'll find out what I want to know myself. You just need to pay the price for what you've done."

Done.

The man's hands were firmly bound to the chassis of the metal compressor.

The bloodstains on the chassis were still clearly visible.

Lu Bozhou's gaze lingered on the bloodstains for a moment.

Then he glanced at his subordinate not far away and ordered, "Go and turn on the power."

"Okay." The subordinate turned to do it, and a moment later, the rumbling sound of the machine starting up could be heard.

When the man attacked Jiang Mian, he heard the rumbling sound but felt nothing.

But at this moment, their role is reversed to that of the victim.

You can feel how terrifying that rumbling sound is.

Then, watching the pressure plate slowly descend, one feels a growing sense of urgency as it approaches.

It's absolutely terrifying!

His eyes widened, and he began to beg for mercy.

"I'm...I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Mr. Lu, I was wrong...I was out of my mind! Please forgive me...please forgive me just this once?"

But Lu Bozhou's face remained completely indifferent, as if he had no interest in these matters whatsoever.

Even when he had previously offered to tell Lu Bolin that it was Lu Bozhou who had instructed him, Lu Bozhou seemed uninterested.

What else could possibly interest this fiend?

With gritted teeth and a determined look, the man declared, "It's Jiang Mian!"

Lu Bozhou focused his gaze, slightly raised his hand and made a gesture, indicating that the machine's pressure plate was descending...

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