Chapter 4 Phone Call (Including the original plot)

[Heavy rain.

The First Hospital of the North China Safety Zone.

Duan Haiping's gloomy eyes swept over the medical elites in front of him. The thunderous roar made him look like a Shura at the moment.

The doctors were silent, not daring to look at their colleagues who were pierced by sharp blades. The pungent smell of blood spread, mixed with the dampness of rain, making people nauseated.

In this deathly silence, Duan Haiping finally spoke: "I want you to save him. Whoever dares to say no again will end up like him."

The man pointed to the dead body on the ground, his tone was extremely indifferent, as if human life was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

The doctors were angry but dared not speak. They knew that Liu Jianan's injuries were beyond human power, unless...

An elderly doctor could not bear to see his colleague die together, and knelt on the ground with a fearless look: "Mr. Liu's injuries are too serious, only the healing power can save him."

And in the entire North China Safety Zone, only Gu Letian of the Gu family has such a power.

Duan Haiping was silent.

The doctors also showed an expression of "as expected". Everyone knew that Duan Haiping and the Gu family had always had different ideas, and he had previously used threats and inducements to take away Liu Jianan, the young master of the Gu family.

But the man responded, "Okay."

Duan Haiping lowered his eyebrows, and his eyes, which were always filled with killing, cruelty and indifference, only showed a trace of tenderness when he looked at Liu Jianan.

But now, even that touch of tenderness was replaced by a terrifying scarlet.

He put away the madness in his eyes and kissed the boy's cold forehead devoutly: "Wait for me to come back."

But Duan Haiping never came back after he left.

A strange emotion surged in his mind, surging along with the words in the book. Liu Jianan's hands trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could not make a sound for a long time.

The voice from the other end came again: "If you don't talk, I'm hanging up."

"Don't, don't!" Liu Jianan's voice was terribly hoarse. These two simple words took up all his strength.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions that were about to collapse, and spoke again: "Duan Haiping, the world will end in seven days. Many animals and plants will mutate, even the crops in the fields will mutate."

"Who are you and why should I believe you?" Duan Haiping questioned.

Liu Jianan: "My name is Liu Jianan. What I said is all written in a novel. Otherwise, how could I, a stranger, know your private phone number?"

Indeed, if Duan Haiping's private phone number had not been made public, he would not have tolerated Liu Jianan for so long.

"There should be limits to joking," Duan Haiping's voice was burning with anger, "I don't care how you got my mobile number, but if you dare to call me again, I will..."

"You are the real person in charge of the Duan Group, am I right?" Liu Jianan interrupted Duan Haiping.

There was no sound coming from the other end of the phone. He knew that he had made the right bet, because only a few of Duan Haiping's confidants knew about this.

The so-called chairman of the Duan Group who appeared in front of the public was nothing more than a puppet selected by Duan Haiping.

Then, he told Duan Haiping's past.

Over there, the man with a stern face listened to the voice in the phone, and murderous intent gradually emerged in his eyes.

He would not allow a person who knew him well but could not control him to exist.

"You are very smart, but I hate it most when someone shows off their intelligence in front of me." His voice was very cold, "Tell me, who told you this, and what do you want from me?"

The other party's answer was actually aggrieved: "Why don't you believe me?"

For some reason, the murderous intent in his heart was diluted a little by this voice, and replaced by a strong curiosity.

For the first time in his life, he became interested: "I don't even know who you are or what you look like, why should I believe you? If you want me to believe you, you can, tell me the content of the end of the world again in front of me."

"You want to trick me and kill me," the man actually refused to buy it, "Duan Haiping, you really repay kindness with enmity."

He was said to be ungrateful, but there was no hatred in his words.

Who is this person? Why does he know so much about him, even his personality is known to him.

Duan Haiping could not help but be alert. He tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, his face as gloomy as water.

On the other end of the phone, the voice of the young man came again, with a little frivolity: "I'm sorry, I made you irritable. I called you just to remind you to make preparations early. After the end of the world, food will be in short supply. Only food grown by the cooperation of earth-type mutants and wood-type mutants can be guaranteed not to mutate. You can absorb some mutants with these two kinds of abilities."

"You can collect more meteorites that fall from the sky. You can absorb them to enhance your abilities."

"After the end of the world, spiritual treasures will be born. This is a good thing, but to obtain spiritual treasures, you need to pass the test of spiritual treasures, which has certain risks."

"I know you may not believe me, but as the saying goes, it is better to believe than not to believe. You won't lose anything if you make preparations early."

Duan Haiping let the other party chatter on. If it were normal, he would have hung up the phone and ordered his subordinates to investigate this person thoroughly.

Strangely, he didn't do so.

Listening to the boy's clear voice, he felt happy for no reason.

"If you still don't believe me..." Liu Jianan was silent for a long time. He was really worried that Duan Haiping would not take his words seriously and waste precious breathing time.

He risked it.

Then, Duan Haiping heard the young man on the other end of the phone reveal in a desperate tone, "You are 19.8 centimeters. If you don't believe me, go and measure yourself!"

Duan Haiping stared at the disconnected phone in a daze. After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and a suspicious red appeared on his face.

He rubbed his brows, and without hesitation, he called several of his trusted subordinates.

Shaking the wheelchair, Duan Haiping came in front of them.

They quickly knelt on one knee, not daring to let Duan Haiping look up at them.

"Xu Zhaoxin, I'll give you three days to collect supplies. Prepare ten years' worth of supplies for ten thousand people. The more the better. Go ahead."

Xu Zhaoxin: "Yes."

"Yang Shu, you assist him. Everyone else, go and count the accounts of the Duan Group and transfer the available funds."

"Yes!"

After arranging everything, Duan Haiping drove the wheelchair to the window.

A storm was about to come outside the window.

He wanted to close the window, but due to his paralyzed legs, he couldn't even do such a simple action.

The man clenched his fists and couldn't help thinking of the boy.

If he wanted, he could check the other party's IP address and then send someone to bring him to him.

The boy named Liu Jianan knew too much about him, and he had to make sure that Liu Jianan was under control.

But he didn't do that. This was the first time he went against his own reason -

because he still couldn't figure out how Liu Jianan knew his size?

In that so-called novel, what kind of relationship did they have?