Chapter 305 Hand
The door closed quietly.
Shen Pianpian poked her head out from behind the bed and glanced over there cautiously.
Seeing the closed door, I finally felt a little safe and breathed a sigh of relief.
When someone pushed the door just now, she hid with her intuition very accurately. Later, when the gunshots rang out, Shen Pianpian wanted to crawl under the bed, but thinking of her grandfather, it would be more convenient for her to stay outside to protect him.
Even through a door, she could now feel the tense atmosphere outside.
But the voice of the person who fired the gun sounded so familiar.
Miss Shen held her grandfather's hand, frowned and began to reminisce.
Have I seen him before? Could he be an old friend of the Huo family?
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Outside the door.
The few people who were finally allowed to pass walked over slowly, their faces looking unhappy.
Mr. Du, the leader, seemed to have just seen the body on the ground and opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"What's going on?"
Yan Yi also looked at the corpse, with a smile on his face.
"Don't you understand, Mr. Du? You're just a fly that doesn't know how to live or die."
His narrow eyes were cold and playful.
"He probably thought that Mr. Huo was seriously ill and wanted to come and visit him, just like you did. Unfortunately, Mr. Huo Lang acted too quickly and treated him as a suspect and eliminated him."
Mr. Yan seemed to be justified in openly shifting the blame to others.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was leisurely and relaxed.
"I'm appreciated by Mr. Huo Lang. He also said that the old man's work will be handed over to me from now on."
Huo Lang: ...
When did I say that.
But Huo Lang pursed his lips, looked at the faces of those people who couldn't hide their changes after hearing his words, and decided to remain silent for the time being.
Yan Yi curled his lips and continued,
"Everyone knows each other well, and they should also know what kind of person I am."
"No matter who it is today, if they want to step into this ward..."
He stretched out his hand and made a pistol gesture, raised it towards the few people, jokingly made a shooting gesture and made a "bang" sound with his own voice effect.
Yet no one thought he was joking.
Because just as he raised his hand, those more than ten men in black drew their guns at the same time as if they heard some silent command, and more than ten to twenty black gun muzzles were pointed at the visitor's head in an instant.
As he snapped, they soundlessly and silently gently pulled the trigger.
Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Mr. Du's forehead, reflecting the light from the corridor and slowly flowing across the corners of his face. A young man behind him who had been silent could not help but start shaking in his legs.
The entire corridor was silent at this moment.
The air was compressed into a thread, and the end of the thread was held in Yan Yi's raised hand.
That slender, powerful, bony, seemingly harmless hand.
Everyone had no doubt that once he made the action of shooting again, those hooked triggers would really be pulled.
However, Yan Yi did not move again. He slowly withdrew his hand and smiled.
"Why are you so nervous? I was just joking."
However, the atmosphere remained tense.
Under the motionless gun muzzles, Mr. Du pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty and was about to speak when he was suddenly interrupted by a ringing phone.
His eyes visibly lit up.
His originally tense body actually relaxed a little. Although he was still alert, he was obviously relieved from the tense state that was about to explode.
He took out his phone and smiled slowly.
"You're right. We're old friends who know each other well. I don't need to hide anything..."
He raised his head and looked at Huo Lang, with a ferocious yet smug smile in his eyes.
"Huo Zhenqing is not at home. When you were busy leading people to guard the hospital like an iron wall, did you forget that there is an only young master in the Huo family?"
Huo Lang, who had always had a cold face, suddenly opened his eyes wide, pulled his hands behind his back, and aimed the gun at Mr. Du, who was smiling.
He said word by word, gritting his teeth.
"You, dare!"
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