Dong Zang was staying in a private hospital with advanced facilities. There was no social phenomenon of waiting in line for registration. Even the little nurse dressed in a pink suit looked charming, kind, and pleasing to the eye.
But Dong Zang wasn't in the mood to appreciate the nurse at all. He didn't want anyone to enter the ward except for necessary examinations and dressing changes. He was so sensitive that anyone who looked at him would think that they were looking at his "disabled" left hand.
The hand was broken. Only his arm was left. It was like a wooden stick, as awkward as it could be. Qiu Shou had already asked someone to help him bring a prosthetic hand from abroad. The appearance was similar to the color of a real hand. He could even manually adjust the color. He could wear it when he was out of the hospital. In addition to being unable to eat and do some dexterous work, he could even use a prosthetic hand to carry luggage.
Who would know that it was a prosthetic hand when he put on gloves?
Dong Zang's self-adjustment ability was quite good. In less than a week, he had already accepted the tragic fate of becoming a "disabled person." Of course, the seed of hatred had already taken root in the depths of his soul.
Ding Dong.
The doorbell was pressed. The young man in black who was guarding the bed got up and opened the door.
This was the bodyguard arranged by Qiu Shou. Although Dong Zang disdained to be protected by this kind of third-rate thug, he couldn't change Qiu Shou's decision.
Forget it. I'll just be a nanny.
Click.
The door opened.
Standing in front of the ward was none other than Kalida who came to Yan Jing with Qiu Shou. Wall Street's First Daughter.
"Miss Kalida." The young man in black respectfully greeted.
"Good evening." Kalida nodded slightly and then walked into the ward with a heavy face.
With her relationship with Dong Zang, there was really no need for too much small talk. As soon as she entered the ward, Kalida went straight to the bed. Then she said with an unfriendly expression, "What are you going to do?"
"Huh?" Dong Zang glanced at Kalida. He felt a bit inferior.
In front of Kalida, he was very proud and arrogant. He once patted his chest and promised Kalida that no matter what trouble she encountered, she could look for him. He would definitely be able to help the Wall Street's First Daughter.
But now, everything he said had become a bubble. He couldn't even trim his nails by himself in the future. This was truly a shameful matter.
"Xiao Zheng is too presumptuous." Kalida sat on the chair next to the bed, her eyes sharp. "We can't let him go."
When Dong Zang heard this, a complicated look flashed across his face. "He's stronger than I expected."
"So what?" Khalida squinted. "Is he number one in the world?"
"What a joke." Dong Zang's eyes flashed as he sneered. "He is definitely not a match for my Senior Sister."
"Will your senior sister avenge you?" Khalida asked.
"Impossible for now." Dong Zang exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, his eyes gloomy. "She seems to have a lot of things to do."
"It doesn't matter," Khalida said, pursing her lips. "In your world of martial arts, you always like to fight alone. But in my world, firearms are the best way to deal with the enemy. "
"He can escape one bullet, but can he escape ten bullets? What about a hundred? "Kalida said with a stern face. "There will always be another bullet that will end his life."
"What are you going to do?" Dong Zang was interested.
Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
But Dong Zang never flaunted himself as a gentleman. He believed in not staying overnight for revenge. If there was a chance, he wanted to kill Xiao Zheng immediately. To wash away his shame.
"Set up a trap to kill him." Khalida said, glancing at the young man in black who was standing at the side without saying a word.
Dong Zang quickly understood, looked at the young man in black and said, "Help me buy a pack of cigarettes."
"Yes, Young Master." The young man in black nodded, turned around, and walked out of the ward.
Soon, only Khalida and Dong Zang were left in the room.
"Tell me." Dong Zang picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth, saying with a cold face.
Khalida said slowly, "Find a reason to ask Xiao Zheng out. Ambush a good gunman, no matter how strong his means are, no matter how good his skills are. He can't escape. "
"But he can take you as a hostage." Dong Zang frowned. "If he dies, you can't run away."
"I will find a chance to leave first," Khalida said.
"You asked him out. If he dies, the force behind him will not let you go. "Dong Zang said. "This method is not ideal."
Perhaps it was some kind of insistence of martial artists, or Dong Zang was very clear about the force behind Xiao Zheng. If he died, Lin Huayin would be the first to go crazy.
In Beijing, Khalida couldn't beat Lin Huayin.
Even if Justin came, it would be useless.
Fighting was different. It wasn't just for killing, it could even be said to be a kind of learning.
And in Beijing, shooting a business leader was a very serious matter. The higher-ups would definitely investigate it. But if it was a fair duel, no one could say anything. Even if there was resentment in their hearts, it was not good to go too far.
After being denied by Dong Zang, Khalida's face showed a trace of displeasure, "Then what method do you think we should use?"
After a pause, Khalida said in a deep voice, "Even you lost to him. I can't see any hope. "
Dong Zang was a bit ashamed, but he also quickly thought about how to kill Xiao Zheng.
Anyway, it was Khalida who did it, it had nothing to do with him. There was no reason for Dong Zang not to pay attention to this kind of good thing.
Khalida saw Dong Zang was lost in thought. There was a trace of fierceness in her eyes.
She naturally opened her handbag and took out the makeup box. It seemed like she wanted to touch up her makeup.
Dong Zang just glanced at Khalida, but didn't care.
But it was just a moment. When Dong Zang was about to fall into thought for the second time, he suddenly smelled the smell of death. His body tightened and quickly looked at Khalida.
A pitch-black pistol was held in Khalida's hand, unusually calm.
Like a viper, the muzzle bit him tightly. Just like its owner, it was angry.
"What are you doing?" Dong Zang slightly frowned, looking very calm.
"I just said. I can't wait. "Khalida's red lips slightly opened, her eyes full of hatred.
"I don't understand." Dong Zang gently shook his head, thinking about countermeasures.
"You really don't understand, or are you pretending not to understand?" Khalida looked a bit angry. "Killing is killing, why destroy the body? Yi Shan and you have no grievances, why are you so cruel? "
Dong Zang could see that Khalida was about to lose control of her emotions.
He was very sure that Khalida would shoot. She was just like what Xiao Zheng said, Dong Zang, she had no experience. She didn't know that the longer she faced a strong person like Dong Zang, the more harmful it would be to her.
Even if Dong Zang had lost a hand.
"What if I told you that this was Justin, that is, your father's request." Dong Zang said sinisterly. "Would you feel better?"
"I want you to die!"
The last trace of reason was completely shattered, and Khalida pulled the trigger without reservation!
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