Chapter 650 Knife and Blood
It was just dawn.
The reporters at the hospital finally got satisfactory news thanks to the crew and Assistant Yan's handling of the situation. They gradually dispersed.
However, shortly after everyone left, Mrs. Ji's hysterical screams of fear were suddenly heard in the hospital.
Cheng Zhiyuan stood up slowly.
The blade in his hand was stained with blood, and the scarlet liquid gathered at the tip of the blade and then slowly dripped down.
The man had a slender figure, and his face was deep and handsome as he stood with his back to the light. He looked at Madam Ji in the corner with a calm expression.
It seems to have an almost demonic beauty and conflict.
He glanced at Madam Ji lightly, threw away the blade carelessly, and took the wet tissue handed to him by Secretary Liu to wipe his hands while saying,
"Leave him to Yan Qi."
"Don't let him die, but I don't want to see him live either."
Secretary Liu nodded slightly and leaned forward.
"clear."
After wiping his hands, Cheng Zhiyuan walked towards the elevator with his hands in his pockets, his back straight, his steps elegant and full of nobility, still the aloof young master of the imperial capital.
Behind him, on the smooth corridor floor, the light illuminated the winding bloodstains and the middle-aged man with a pale face and unconsciousness.
His two hands lay limply on the floor, twisted at the same angle, almost unrecognizable. His five fingers looked as if they had been crushed by something, appearing horribly muddy.
Mrs. Ji's mind went blank at the first sight, and she reflexively recalled a cruel and professional dismemberment case she had seen on TV.
The tragic sight of the corpse that flashed by suddenly overlapped with her husband's two horrific hands, causing her legs to go weak and she fell to her knees powerlessly.
The man's receding figure in the distance of the corridor fell into her pupils, cold and strange like a devil.
She watched as strangers took her husband away, and she didn't dare to utter a single word.
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"Has Ji Hong been taken home?"
Director Yu opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"I'm going to sit here for a while and then go up and take a look."
He and Yan Yi were both staying in a coffee shop downstairs in the hospital. They had just seen off the last reporter from an authoritative newspaper when they suddenly received the news.
"But we didn't see any stretchers or people coming out of the gate. How did he get taken home? And isn't he still in the intensive care unit? Isn't it difficult to move right now?"
The staff didn't know how to answer the series of questions, and it took them a long time to answer.
"Anyway, he was gone when I went up to the ward. I heard it was because his wife was afraid that more reporters would come and affect his cultivation. That's why they didn't go through the main door. They were afraid of being surrounded by reporters, so they went through the back door."
This reason seemed to barely convince Director Yu, and he nodded.
However, Yan Yi, who was sitting next to him, narrowed his eyes slightly.
He looked through the window of the cafe toward the gate of the hospital next door. In the dim morning light, he was able to catch a glimpse of the tall and slender man.
He walked out of the hospital gate and headed towards the black car.
As if sensing his gaze, the man suddenly turned his head to look in this direction.
The two people's eyes met across space, and the air seemed to freeze into ice in an instant.
In his sight, Cheng Zhiyuan looked away indifferently and got into the car gracefully.
Yan Yi withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and took a sip of coffee.
A faint bitter taste spreads across the taste buds.
The man tutted, picked up his phone and stood up.
"I'm back at the hotel."
"It's about time to ignite the bomb on the Internet."
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