Chapter 34 Du Heng
In a luxuriously decorated single-family villa, Lei Yuanzheng sat on a leather sofa, sinking into it because of his heavy body. He stared intently at the bed in the middle of the living room with a complicated look. Lei Yuanzheng was a man who never knew how to hide himself, but at this moment he tried his best to restrain the brutality in his expression and inject a bit more concentration and respect, like a ferocious beast staring at its leader.
The bed in the middle of the living room is very big. Beside the bed are all kinds of cold machines and displays. Countless red tubes are inserted into the body of the person on the bed. The whole space is intricate and has a unique cruel atmosphere.
The man on the bed was covered with a silk quilt, but he could still be seen to be short. His hair was shaved clean-shaven, and his hands and feet were spread out of the quilt because he needed a blood transfusion. Although the scene was cruel, the protagonist did not look dying or weak at all. It seemed that he was enjoying the blood transfusion. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through everything and was ready to swoop down and give someone a fatal blow at any time.
At this time, the blood transfusion freak on the bed was questioning Lei Yuanzheng in a stern tone: "What progress have you made recently?"
Lei Yuanzheng said: "Liu Yuejin is dead. I got the contact list of the clan members, but...but the addresses and names on it have changed a lot. I suspect that we haven't been back for so many years, and the list has expired."
"Stupid!" The weirdo said grimly, "Liu Yuejin is very careful in his work, how could he let the list expire? Where did you get the list from?"
Lei Yuanzheng said: " It can be seen that it was hidden deliberately."
The weirdo sneered and said, "How could you find what Liu Yuejin wanted to hide!"
Lei Yuanzheng hesitated and said, "How about I search again?"
The weirdo shook his head: "Don't even mention you, I've worked with him for many years and still can't figure out what Liu Yuejin is thinking." At this point he sighed, "Of the two talented men, Du Heng and Liu Yuejin, who shocked the international financial community back then, now there's only Du Heng left. But who would have thought that Du Heng has now become a monster who has to rely on medicine and blood transfusions to survive every day." It turned out that he was Du Heng.
Lei Yuanzheng said: "Boss, can the blood of Eighty-Eight really turn you into a normal person? Our Strongman Clan has continued for so many generations, and there is no relevant record."
Du Heng sneered: "If the emperor's blood can cure an ordinary sick person, will the emperor be willing to donate his blood to save people?"
Lei Yuanzheng said: "What should we do next? The money and people that should be distributed have already been distributed."
Du Heng asked, "How's Jiang Zhicheng's line going?"
Lei Yuanzheng said: "Just as you speculated, he is just a junior who knows nothing. The reason why his identity was exposed was because of a woman." At this point, Lei Yuanzheng said, "Do you want me to interrogate him personally?"
Du Heng shook his head and suddenly asked, "Who is the first address on the list Liu Yuejin left for you?"
Lei Yuanzheng said: "Didn't you say the list was fake?"
Du Heng said: "If it is false, it is true; if it is true, it is false. Don't speculate on ."
Lei Yuanzheng said: "He is a guy who repairs cars, in his twenties."
Du Heng said: "According to age, 'eighty-eight' is exactly in his twenties."
Lei Yuanzheng said: "I looked at that boy, it can't be him."
Du Heng asked: "Why are you so sure?"
"The boy has wounds on his head and shoulders."
Du Heng said, "The fact that he has injuries only means that he is not a warrior, it does not mean that he is not the 88th ancestor ." He paused and said, "You were too young when you left, and you did not know many of the clan's legends. According to records, many ancestors in previous generations did not have warrior bloodlines at all, but they possessed other abilities."
Lei Yuanzheng asked hurriedly: "What ability?"
"Unknown." Du Heng said, "Maybe he is an ordinary person, or maybe he has some special abilities."
"Is there such a thing?" Lei Yuanzheng pushed the wallpaper knife in his hand forward and backward, and said, "Should I just catch that guy?"
Du Heng said: "Don't alert the enemy. Go check him and see if he has done anything unusual recently."
"Okay." Lei Yuanzheng stood up and said, "I'll go right away."
Du Heng lay in a pile of tubes and said quietly, "Don't make me wait too long."
"Yes." Lei Yuanzheng walked out.
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Wang Ping was in a terrible mood. His right arm was covered in a thick plaster , and the doctor's conclusion echoed in his ears. His right upper arm was completely broken, and the fracture was extremely neat and smooth. In the doctor's words, "We can't cut it so smoothly even when doing amputation surgery." This brought great hidden dangers and difficulties to the future healing. His right fist could no longer hit people, and he couldn't even lift heavy objects.
Wang Ping was filled with hatred, chewing the name he had repeated countless times in the past few days between his teeth. But every time he thought about revenge, he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart - the memory of that day was too deep, the nightmare experience that was like falling into hell was unforgettable for him for the rest of his life, and his anger could only linger in his internal organs and could not be vented, which made him even more irritable.
At the fork in the road, a homeless man stumbled and almost hit Wang Ping's right arm. Wang Ping quickly twisted his body and retreated. Without thinking, he hit the homeless man's face with his left fist. The man fainted on the ground without even a groan. Wang Ping didn't even look at him. He stared at his bloody left fist and smiled with satisfaction. His reaction speed and left hand strength gave him some comfort. He even thought that even if his right hand was useless in the future, he could still make a good living with one fist.
In front of him, a big guy was walking straight towards him, about to hit his right arm. Wang Ping was furious, and punched the man as usual, shouting: "You're looking for death!"
Bang--
The fist hit the big guy's face hard, but the other party didn't move at all. He raised his hand and grabbed Wang Ping's right arm!
Wang Ping's face changed! In his previous Sanda career, no one could remain so calm after being hit by his punch. He threw his second punch.
Lei Yuanzheng lifted up the hand that was holding Wang Ping's right arm, just like an eagle pulling a chick to stagger. Wang Ping's attack was eliminated halfway, and the whole person hunched over. A huge force came from his right arm, and Wang Ping's face changed drastically.
Lei Yuanzheng only used a little force to break Wang Ping's wound and the nails. He grinned, showing his bright teeth: "Who hurt you?"
Wang Ping said with sweat on his face: "Let go!"
Lei Yuanzheng exerted more force, and Wang Ping fell to the ground in midair. Lei Yuanzheng stroked the smooth wound with his fingers and said word by word, "Just answer whatever I ask. Do you understand?"
Wang Ping was in so much pain that he could only breathe in but not out, and could only nod his head with all his might.
"Who hurt you?"
"Zhang... Zhang Nianzu..."
"Is it the guy who repairs cars on Changsheng Street?"
"yes……"
Lei Yuanzheng paused and asked, "What did he use to beat you like this?"
At this time, Wang Ping's right arm had become strangely bent. Even an amateur could see that he would never be able to recover in this lifetime. However, Wang Ping had a strange idea - he felt that being able to survive in this man's hands was the greatest luck!
"He just touched me with his fingers..." Wang Ping finished the sentence while panting.
"Fingers?" Lei Yuanzheng grinned again, "Interesting!"
