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Mu Zixing's situation is not optimistic.

Before he was thrown from the bed by Lei Shao, he was dragged to the execution room and whipped, his skin was torn to pieces, but he was not much better.

And when he came out of the execution room, he didn't ask anyone to call a doctor, so he went back to the room silently with his wounds all over his body.

On weekdays, the brothers who had a good relationship with him got medicine for him behind their backs, but Mu Zixing didn't take it or wipe it.

He stayed in the room alone for half the night, and in the morning, he came out of the house with a normal expression, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing his subordinates along the way, no matter how he looked at him in his heart, he would secretly say admiration.

Those who have experienced the whip in the torture room of Lei Zhai don't want to suffer a second time, only Mu Zixing has been in that place many times in the past few years, but he has never snorted.

But no one knew that behind this tenacity and strength, how much blood and tears he swallowed back into his stomach abruptly.

For Lei Shao, the only useful thing about him is his ability. He is a knife in Lei Shao's hand, an invincible weapon for overcoming thorns and thorns.

So he can't show weakness, and he doesn't dare to cry out in pain, let alone cry in front of anyone.

Even if he is injured, what Mu Zixing considers is not whether the injury is serious, but how long it will take to heal?You must get well soon, or you will delay your husband's work.

He went to the hospital more aggressively than anyone—he said it was necessary to keep his body functioning at its best.

He often walks on the edge of life and death, but he cherishes his life more than anyone else - he is afraid that he will never see the person in his heart again.

But this time he refused the treatment, and let his injury get worse and worse as if he was angry, until he developed a high fever the next day.

When Lei Shao was going to the banquet, he felt that he couldn't hold on anymore. He took a painkiller, and then followed him out the door.

But even so, when Lei Shao was in danger, his extremely heavy body was already in front of this person before his consciousness.

The doctor asked someone to report his condition to Lei Shao every half a day. The latter had a bandage on his left shoulder and a cigarette in his hand. He said after a while, "Just do your best."

Lei Shao seldom smokes, just like he seldom recalls the days when Mu Zixing still called him big brother.

He had already forgotten when Mu Zixing was by his side, and the time when he was cared for like a brother.

What remained in his mind was Mu Zixing's suddenly dim eyes when he brought Yan Yi home.

Later, he and Mu Zixing gradually alienated because of Yan Yi.

Later, Mu Zixing was found out as an undercover agent...

The cigarette butt next to Lei Shao's mouth trembled, and someone knocked on the door and came in.

"Sir, the wharfs where we transported goods were checked, and several companies and entertainment clubs we operated were closed in the afternoon!" A young man said profusely with sweat.

Lei Shao flicked the cigarette ash for a moment and said, "I see."

The young man stood with his head down, waiting for Lei Shao's next words, but he didn't hear a sound for a long time. He couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "Sir, what should we do?"

"If it can be solved, let Yang Fu and Nie Wen solve it," Lei Shao said, "If it can't be solved, let it go until I leave the hospital."

Lan Jing's shot didn't miss him, the bullet penetrated Mu Zixing's shoulder blade and shot into his shoulder again.

Lei Shao moved his inflexible arm, put out the cigarette in the glass jar, leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes.

Seeing that he had no other instructions, the young man quietly left the ward.

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"It's not out of danger yet."

Lan Jing silently repeated the news he had just received, then turned to look at Cong Lang and said, "If he dies..."

"Don't worry, Mu Zixing has a good physique and can survive," Cong Lang said, "Even if he really dies, it has nothing to do with you. He is willing to block the gun for Lei Shao."

Lan Jing bit his lip, frowned and lay on the bed without moving.

The phone at hand rang, Cong Lang glanced at the caller ID, and clicked through.

"Lei Shao hasn't made any moves yet, but it should be soon. I sent you emails of Lei Shao's relationship network and business network that you asked me to check earlier."

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner when I go home."

After hanging up the phone, Cong Lang glanced at Lan Jing next to him, "Aren't you happy?"

"No," said Lan Jing, then looked at Cong Lang and said, "Are you really going to fight Lei Shao? I was joking before, if you..."

"You have to believe in your man," Cong Lang said with a smile, "I didn't want to fight him to the death. Since you have paid back the two guns for me, as long as he doesn't pester you in the future, I can forgive him for letting me lie down. here."

"What if he doesn't?" Lan Jing frowned.

"I have a way." Cong Lang said.

Today's 'trouble' is just an appetizer he gave to Lei Shao, and with that person's influence in City C, he will be able to deal with it soon.

But there will be an endless stream of 'surprises' waiting for Lei Shao, until the man is forced to come to him on his own initiative.

Cong Lang really didn't want to fight Lei Shao to the death, he just wanted to win without fighting.

"I'll go back to Lan Ye at night, and I'm still a little worried." Lan Jing said, he was afraid that if Lei Shao's people came, the brothers watching the scene would clash with him.

Cong Lang knew that Lan Jing's carelessness was actually the old lady's heart, he thought for a while, Lei Shao was probably too busy to take care of Lan Jing at the moment, and he was also being watched secretly, so he agreed with a sigh up.

After having dinner with Cong Lang, Lan Jing went to Lan Ye.

Blue Night's business is still booming as usual.

When Lan Jing arrived at the front desk, he first greeted the little A who was bartending at the front desk, and then called back the security guards who were watching the venue and told them to keep an eye on the bar. He made a phone call, and then he took a cup of special tune, found a hidden place and sat down, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Xia Yin sitting not far away.

"Captain Xia is free to come here for a drink tonight?" Lan Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that Captain Xia is very free again."

Xia Yin looked at him, "You've been very busy these two days, the bloody case in Tengfei Club, the shootout at No. 28 Fenghua Road, you didn't get caught anywhere."

Lan Jing blinked, and asked very ignorantly, "What is Captain Xia talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about," Xia Yin stared at him like a falcon, as if he didn't even bother to pretend, "It's ten o'clock in the evening on October 10th, where are you? What are you doing?"

"And last night at 07:30, with whom did you ambush Lei Shao?"

"It seems that Captain Xia is still not here to talk to me today, but to interrogate me."

Lan Jing slowly swirled the wine in the glass, stood up, leaned close to Xia Yin's ear, lowered his voice and sneered, "But even if I did it, what evidence do you have?"