Chapter 982 Leaving the Capital

"You all go down."

Zhong Yi looked at Zhong Lingxiao's gloomy and somewhat hateful back and smiled.

The smile was cold.

"yes."

The Huo family's bodyguards went out with Xiaoyuan.

Wan Jiang stayed by Zhong Yi's side, fearing that he might be threatened. But Zhong Lingxiao, whose legs were already broken, probably didn't have much ability.

"Young Master."

Wan Jiang called out, "Young Master is here to see you."

Zhong Lingxiao slowly turned his head. He was so thin that his cheeks were sunken. His eyes became even more gloomy and cold, staring at Zhong Yi. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore at the fork in the road that day, which gave off a foul smell.

He had lost all feeling in his legs, so he sat on the carpet.

The carpet was stained with blood.

This was Huo Xingzhou's special order, as long as he was spared a life, it would be enough. The people here would not care, and Zhong Lingxiao had been living a life worse than pigs and dogs during this period.

He turned around and looked at Zhong Yi who was sitting in the wheelchair.

Hatred in my heart.

He is still alive.

"What's wrong with your body? Can't you stand up? I heard that you are blind." Zhong Lingxiao learned the news by paying attention to the conversations of the bodyguards in the villa.

There is a rumor outside that Zhong Yi is blind.

"Zhong Yi, are you really blind? God has eyes." Zhong Lingxiao seemed a little crazy.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm cured. Thanks to timely treatment, my eyes have recovered. That's why I came to see you now. My injuries are almost healed. You tried your best to kill me, but I'm alive and well now. Are you angry?"

He is angry!

He is so angry!

Zhong Lingxiao's throat was hoarse, and he made a terrifying sound, "Zhong Yi!"

"Don't be so angry, or you won't live long." Zhong Yi admired Zhong Lingxiao's ruthless behavior. He was here to beat the fallen dog. He would wait until his eyes were healed before stabbing Zhong Lingxiao in the heart.

Zhong Yi looked at his twisted legs and said with a smile, "I think your legs may be completely broken if you don't get timely treatment. Why do you smell a rotten smell? Is the wound rotten? Don't worry, I'm here to save you today."

"What tricks do you have?"

Zhong Lingxiao was living in darkness here, and he didn't know how long he would be imprisoned.

What on earth did Zhong Yi want to do to him by coming here at this time?

Sometimes he wished he could just die, but when he really felt the fear of death, he became a little scared.

"I don't have any tricks. I just want to tell you some news. The Pei family has fallen, and Pei Zheng is in prison and will not come out. You have no help in the imperial capital..."

The Pei family fell?

Zhong Lingxiao was shocked, "Why did the Pei family fall into your hands?"

"What do you mean by being defeated by me? He deserved it. Who asked him to smuggle cultural relics? He was caught by the police. Now the Pei family has fallen, and the business in the imperial capital has been taken over by me and the Huo family. The four great families have become a thing of the past."

"you……"

"Also, I am the head of the Zhong family now. The old lady knelt down and begged me to manage the Zhong family business. You... have become an abandoned child!"

"impossible!"

Zhong Lingxiao's face was full of disbelief, "That's impossible! You must have played a trick to make the old lady hand over the business to you. What do you mean by kneeling? It's ridiculous! How could someone like the old lady kneel down to others? Zhong Yi, you are fantasizing!"

"Wanjiang."

"yes."

Zhong Yi sat leisurely in the wheelchair.

Wan Jiang took out his cell phone, opened the video shot that day and placed it in front of Zhong Lingxiao.

"Young Master, enjoy it. This was taken by the Young Master, who wanted to keep it for himself. Since you don't believe it, I'll show it to you."

Zhong Lingxiao stared at the screen on his phone.

He saw the old lady whom he had worshipped all his life, and that mountain actually knelt down in front of Zhong Yi.

It felt like the sky was falling.

Zhong Lingxiao's faith also collapsed.

"How could it be... How could it be possible! How could the old lady do that to you..." He looked at Zhong Yi, "You are lying to me! He wouldn't..."

"He would do this for the future of the Zhong family. And now the Zhong family is in my hands, and his former connections are also at my disposal. Even if I let you out now, you can only live like a dog."

"Zhong Yi, you bastard!"

"Well, do you have any more curse words to say? Swear more, while I'm in a good mood today. If I'm in a bad mood some other day, you won't be able to make a sound. Although I can't kill you, I have many ways to make your life worse than death."

Zhong Yi was very happy.

He is not a saint.

He was also panicked and nervous when he returned to the Zhong family. He was bullied by Zhong Lingxiao again and again and had no power to fight back. But Zhong Lingxiao underestimated him and did not kill him.

It can only leave a disaster for yourself.

Zhong Lingxiao probably never thought that Zhong Yi would become the threat he is today.

"Zhong Yi, if you have the ability, then ..."

"Kill you? Are you willing to die? Zhong Lingxiao, a greedy person like you probably won't be willing to die. If you really want to die, I won't stop you." Zhong Yi threw the fruit knife on the tea table in front of him, "This knife is sharp enough to be fatal."

Zhong Lingxiao picked up the knife.

But my fingers were trembling.

Better to live a miserable life than to die.

He is dead, but if he lives, maybe he can see the day when Zhong Yi gets his retribution.

He couldn't bear to die.

"Are you scared? The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out, very neatly."

Ding!

Zhong Lingxiao threw the fruit knife aside.

"I won't do what you want. You just want me to die on my own and get rid of the guilt. Zhong Yi, I want you to look at me for the rest of your life with a thorn in your heart."

"oh."

No one knows who has a thorn in his heart.

"Wan Jiang, send the young master back to the Zhong family's old house and find a few doctors to check his leg. Just do whatever needs to be done. Oh, and don't find any miracle doctors. This leg may not be healed even by the gods. He will have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Find him a companion to take care of him."

Wan Jiang responded repeatedly, "I remember that the young master had many lovers before, just pick one."

"Well, you can arrange it."

Zhong Yi leaned back in the wheelchair, looking at Zhong Lingxiao who looked like a dead dog. It would be nice to keep him alive, so he could have some fun.

…

Early the next morning.

A private jet was already parked on the helipad in front of the Huo family villa.

The sky was dim and it was still chilly outside.

Aunt Qian arranged for someone to send all the luggage upstairs. When she saw Qiao Xi trying to move something, she quickly shouted, "Madam, don't move! It's not your turn to do any heavy work at home! Put it down quickly!"

She snatched the herbs from Qiao Xi's hand and moved the things with a happy face.

It seems that Aunt Qian is very happy to return to Haicheng.

Qiao Xi looked back at the villa. Zhong Yi had not returned since he left yesterday.

Just right, parting sadness.

She felt complicated.

Really, I have to go.