Yuan Zhihong was stunned, then turned and shouted, "Wait! Tianhai-sang! He killed my son, he killed my son! You must avenge me, stop! Don't go!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
An invisible gust of wind swept over, directly slapping Yuan Zhihong to the ground.
Tianhai Zhenjun turned, "I don't need you to tell me what to do. Remember who you are serving and who you are talking to. By the way, I saved your life today. Don't forget to transfer one billion to my card tomorrow. Yes, that's decided."
Then he turned and left.
Leaving Yuan Zhihong, who was grieving for his son. There was no choice. They were in league, making deals with the tiger, and this was the price.
Yuan Zhihong gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression, and could only reluctantly lead the mourning party to pack up their things and leave.
In the evening, Wang Guo's legs were mostly healed, except for being a bit unsteady. He hurriedly packed his luggage. Wang Zhe woke up, but he looked much older.
Qu Wanning and Wang Qianqian also helped pack, preparing to flee.
Ming Zhitian, holding Xiao Hong's small hand, went downstairs. Wang Guo, pulling a suitcase, couldn't help but ask, "Brother Zhitian, where are you going?"
Ming Zhitian looked at him strangely, "Taking Xiao Hong out for a walk."
"What?!" Wang Guo was dumbfounded.
Ming Zhitian extended his hand, "Wang Guo, give me five hundred."
Wang Guo snapped out of his daze and, still looking bewildered, hesitantly took out five hundred from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Thanks." Ming Zhitian smiled and took it.
Wang Guo came to his senses and immediately stopped him, "Brother Zhitian, it's this time, don't joke with me anymore. Here, take this luggage, let's leave Miaohai City now."
Ming Zhitian shook his head and, holding Xiao Hong's hand, walked straight out the door.
Xiao Hong looked back at Wang Guo, "Brother Wang, you're very strange."
Given that Ming Zhitian was not to be trifled with, no one stopped him. Qu Wanning said heartbrokenly, "Aguo, who exactly do you know? Six billion, where are we going to get so much money? You've really ruined our Wang family."
Wang Guo said with a grim face, "He is my brother. Since he's not leaving, I'm not leaving either."
Wang Zhe said with grief and indignation, "Unfilial son! Are you trying to cause me, Wang Zhe, to be the last of our line, to cause our Wang family to be the last of our line?!"
Wang Guo said firmly, "I've decided. Since Zhitian is staying, I choose to stay too. I believe in him."
Seeing his parents shake their heads, even his sister Wang Qianqian thought Wang Guo had suddenly gone mad. Wang Guo ignored them, put down his luggage, and returned to his room, closing the door.
Ming Zhitian walked out of the residential compound, stretched, and took a deep breath of fresh air. The atmosphere in the villa had made him feel suffocated.
He looked down at Xiao Hong and said, "Xiao Hong, brother will take you to eat something delicious. What do you want to eat?"
Xiao Hong happily bounced twice, "That's great! I want... fried chicken! Can I? Big brother."
Ming Zhitian smiled slightly and stroked her head, "Of course, we'll go eat now."
"Awesome!" Xiao Hong was overjoyed.
Life needs a sense of ritual. Ming Zhitian hailed a taxi and set off.
He found a well-decorated fried chicken restaurant at random and sat down. As usual, he ordered a whole fried chicken for Xiao Hong. He was a martial artist; he could eat or not eat.
Xiao Hong ate half a chicken. At this moment, Ming Zhitian noticed an acquaintance entering from the door.
Long, flowing black hair, a face of unparalleled beauty. Just as he first saw her, it was in the hospital, and she was wearing a white nurse's uniform.
Ming Zhitian remembered that he owed her a favor. She was Fan Miaomiao, the director of Borén Hospital.