The terrified Zhu Yu ignored the dark fire and flew over to press down Zhu Qing's head with one hand.
Just press it hard to the ground.
But there was no way he could suppress Zhu Qing in such a state. Seeing that Zhu Qing was about to break free, the members of the Jingwei team who came with Zhu Yu moved.
Five people appeared behind Zhu Qing and each of them attacked and pinned Zhu Qing to the ground.
Under the suppression of Zhu Yu and the Jingwei group, no matter how Zhu Qing struggled, it was of no avail.
One of them looked at the elegant and easy-going white-haired old man and said, "Number Two, the young master is in your hands!"
"Don't worry, leave it to me!"
The bald man wearing sunglasses sat cross-legged on Zhu Qing's back, with his palms facing up. He placed the back of his right hand flat on the palm of his left hand, with his two thumbs lightly touching each other.
When the others saw him close his eyes and start chanting a spell, they took their hands away from Zhu Qing.
Under his spell, Zhu Qing's emotions became more stable and soon returned to normal.
Zhu Yu hurriedly took off his coat that was stained with Hell Fire and threw it on the ground, then turned and walked to Zhu Mo.
He looked at Zhu Mo with worry in his eyes, grabbed his shoulders without saying a word and asked him to turn around to check, for fear that he was covered in Hell Fire.
"You're not hurt, are you, Xiao Mo..."
"Zhu Qing is such a bastard, he actually killed his own brother! I'll teach him a lesson when we get back!"
Zhu Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Zhu Mo was fine.
He was really worried about Zhu Mo.
"I'm fine, Uncle Seven. Where's my second brother?"
Zhu Yu then remembered the important matter, and just when he was about to speak, he noticed Han Ningchu standing next to Zhu Mo.
With a cautious look on his face, he held Zhu Mo's shoulders and walked away: "Your second brother has already left for the hospital."
Zhu Mo was shocked. Although he almost guessed the reason why his second brother went to the hospital, he still tried his best to control his emotions.
It is clear why Zhu Yu brought the Jingwei group here.
He frowned in confusion and asked, "Hospital, is my second brother seriously injured?"
"No...he went to see your father."
At this point, Zhu Yu's mood instantly dropped, and he sighed and spoke with difficulty: "Your father...is in a serious condition now, he asked me to come find you three brothers..."
"Maybe..." Zhu Yu hesitated and glanced at Zhu Mo to observe his expression.
Zhu Mo has been very close to his third brother since he was a child, and his third brother also dotes on this youngest son the most.
Although Zhu Mo has become more ambitious now, he must have been devastated when he heard the news that his father was seriously ill, right?
Sure enough, Zhu Yu saw some redness and disbelief in Zhu Mo's eyes.
The child would definitely not be able to accept the sudden news.
Zhu Yu pursed his lips, reached out and patted Zhu Mo's shoulder and gently advised: "Go and have a look, Xiao Mo."
After slapping Zhu Yu's hand away, Zhu Mo collapsed on the ground and choked up: "Uncle Qi, you go first. I want to take a break here before leaving..."
"Okay, Xiao Mo, don't be too sad. I'll take your brother away, you calm down first."
Zhu Yu turned around and sighed, murmuring: "Poor child, how painful he must be feeling right now..."
He glanced at Zhu Qing lying on the ground, squatted down and hit him on the head unhappily: "Drag this beast away!"
"yes!"
Several members of the Jingwei team responded and dragged the unconscious Zhu Qing to follow Zhu Yu.
When leaving, the white-haired old man from the Jingwei group deliberately looked back at Zhu Mo thoughtfully.
When he left, he muttered quietly: "Alas...Seventh Master is really a naive person, no wonder the master of the family trusts him so much."
After everyone left, Han Ningchu walked to Zhu Mo's side and looked down at Zhu Mo who was sitting on the ground wiping his tears silently.
Feeling a surge of filial piety, he frowned and asked, "Everyone has left, how long will our actor continue his performance?"
Zhu Mo raised his head and asked in slight shock: "Huh? Is it obvious?"
"It's not too obvious...but it's obvious that your seventh uncle believed it." Han Ningchu shrugged.
Zhu Mo lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something and his expression changed slightly.
He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, saying in annoyance, "It should have been more realistic. I guess the people in the Jingwei group noticed it."
"Whatever. Anyway, I am only showing this to Uncle Qi. Even if the people from the Jingwei Group see it, they won't dare to say anything."
After finishing speaking, Zhu Mo realized that it seemed a bit inappropriate to say these things next to Han Ningchu. He looked at Han Ningchu cautiously and smiled: "Senior sister, do you think I..."
Han Ningchu chuckled and pulled Zhu Mo up: "No, what right do I have to miss you so much."
"After all, the way I treated my father and grandfather was not even as good as you. As long as you are sincere to me, I don't care about anything else."
Leaning intimately on Zhu Mo's shoulder, Han Ningchu whispered softly.
Quankang Hospital.
The atmosphere in the hospital was depressing. The corridor outside the owner's exclusive ward was filled with senior members of the Zhu family, and the place was dead silent.
Heart-wrenching voices came one after another: "Dad! You can't just leave me like this. How can we three brothers and our Zhu family survive without you?"
The burly Zhu Qing was crying heartbreakingly at this moment. The snot bubbles and tears under his nostrils mixed together, which made the Zhu family members in the corridor twitch their lips when they saw it.
As soon as Zhu Qing woke up and learned that Zhu Min was seriously ill, he cried like a madman and wanted to break into the ward.
Fortunately, there are people from the Jingwei group, otherwise no ordinary human being would be able to pull such a monster.
Most of the Zhu family executives standing in the corridor were Zhu Qing's men, and they hurried forward to comfort Zhu Qing.
Even at this time, there were still some cunning guys who flattered him and said some unpleasant words like Zhu Qing was filial and affectionate.
Zhu Chi, who was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, looked like he was enjoying the show:
"Tsk tsk tsk, big brother! If you really can't bear to leave father, why not just go with him? I'll buy you a fine sandalwood coffin, and I'll seal it for you myself when you lie down in it."
Seeing Zhu Chi being sarcastic, Zhu Qing almost jumped up and slapped him on the head.
Although Zhu Qing chose to endure it, the people of Zhu Qing's faction could not stand it.
An older man snorted coldly:
"Humph, the head of the family is seriously ill, but the second young master can still remain calm. It is really a great honor for our Zhu family to have a young master like you."
"Bah, you old man! You're not even surnamed Zhu, how dare you comment on our Zhu family's affairs?"
Zhu Chi's people immediately launched a furious counterattack.
People on both sides started cursing at each other instantly, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
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