Chapter 174 You can have the surname Zhang
"My son, how are you feeling?"
Chen Jingyang opened his mouth, like a fish left in the desert about to die of thirst.
The scarred man pressed down so hard that he could no longer speak.
On May 25, 2020, in a country across the ocean, a police officer knelt on a suspect's neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds, causing the suspect's death. The incident shocked the world.
The subsequent investigation report showed that the suspect had already lost responsiveness 5 minutes and 53 seconds after being subdued.
Scarface and Chen Qishan were clearly unaware of the situation, as Scarface's suppression was even more intense than that of the policeman, yet Chen Qishan showed no intention of stopping him.
Chen Jingyang was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. He was making a hoarse, panting sound in his throat. His trachea was stinging from the dryness and pressure, and his nasal cavity was sore from the effort of breathing.
A thought suddenly popped into my head: Is this how it is, and I'm going to die?
No, don't!
There were so many things left undone, so many words left unsaid. How could he just die like this?!
"Ugh...!" The immense panic caused his body to instinctively begin to resist violently. The bearded man sneered and stepped on Chen Jingyang's two ankles.
Chen Jingyang quickly became like a fish nailed to a chopping board, unable to struggle for more than a minute.
Seeing that he was limp and had completely given up on resisting, Chen Qishan lifted his foot, looked down at Chen Jingyang's pale face, and asked, "Have you remembered your place? Do you still want to act like the second brother?"
The world spun around him, and it sounded like several trains were rumbling past his ears. Chen Jingyang couldn't even hear what Chen Qishan was saying anymore.
He's disgusting, I feel like throwing up!
Chen Qishan snorted lightly, watching coldly, patiently waiting for him to give the answer he wanted to hear.
Even the fiercest horse fears an iron whip, a hammer, and a dagger. Using ruthlessness to subdue ferocity has made us invincible throughout history!
Chen Jingyang's pupils were somewhat unfocused, but no one noticed.
The room seemed to fall silent suddenly, everyone waiting patiently for him to soften his stance.
Chen Jingyang vaguely felt that his body seemed to be becoming light and airy, the swelling and pain in his chest gradually disappeared, and his heartbeat was no longer rapid. He just felt a little cold.
He seemed to see the ancestral hall's doors opened, and the bright sunlight burst in like a thousand horses breaking through the city walls. In the intense, blinding white light, a person stood tall, his gaze searching for him.
Baby, is that you?
The light before Chen Jingyang's eyes completely went black, the world stopped spinning, and the panic and anxiety gradually faded away, replaced by a silent sigh: Baby, I'm sorry, I have to say goodbye to you forever.
Chen Qishan instinctively shielded his eyes from the sudden light, squinting as he peered through his fingers at the people who had kicked the door open.
Two figures flashed by, and before the scarred man and the bearded man could even see what was happening, they were kicked away.
Zhang Pengfei ran over, hugged Chen Jingyang tightly, and called to him in a trembling voice, "Chen Jingyang, wake up! Chen Jingyang!"
Shang Feng frowned, glanced at it, and exclaimed, "Quickly start CPR and artificial respiration!"
Terrified, Zhang Pengfei's mind went blank. He instinctively laid Chen Jingyang flat on the ground and pressed on his chest repeatedly with trembling hands.
"Chen Jingyang! Wake up!"
Warm tears dripped onto Chen Jingyang's face, but he was completely unaware. His eyes, which seemed to hold the rising sun, remained tightly closed, and his eyelids did not even twitch.
"Chen Jingyang! Chen Jingyang!...!" Zhang Pengfei shouted at the top of his lungs.
The ancestral hall was in chaos. There were shouts from Chen Qishan, the sounds of Scarface and Beard sparring, various chaotic footsteps, and the sound of tables being overturned.
Despite the noisy environment, Zhang Pengfei still managed to pinpoint Chen Jingyang's faint breathing.
A little over a minute later, Chen Jingyang slowly opened his eyes. His consciousness had been floating in the chaos of near death for a long time before he could barely make eye contact with that familiar face. Before he could speak, tears streamed down his face.
Was it a dream?
He wanted to pinch himself, but he had no strength in his hand.
The pain in his neck was like a pack of wolves attacking and tearing at him, excruciatingly painful. The numbness in his fingers and toes had not yet subsided, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. Even when held in the arms of his beloved, he could not help but tremble slightly.
My throat was so dry it felt like it had been sanded, tight and painful. Every breath was a hoarse, shallow, and rapid sound. My chest heaved violently, like a bellows about to fall apart.
He opened his cracked lips and squeezed out a hoarse, broken whisper: "Baby..."
The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible, but to Zhang Pengfei, it was the loudest and most beautiful heavenly sound in the world!
“Chen Jingyang…! Waaah…!” Zhang Pengfei, like a child lost in a dark wilderness and found by his mother, hugged Chen Jingyang tightly and cried loudly.
Shang Feng glanced back and met Du Mingxuan's gaze. They exchanged a relaxed smile.
Scarface was badly beaten by Shang Feng; judging from the appearance alone, his right leg was definitely broken.
The bearded man who was attacked by Du Mingxuan wasn't much better off. It was unclear where Du Mingxuan had hit him, but his body was curled up like a shrimp, writhing on the ground in pain.
"Who exactly are you people?!" Chen Qishan asked Shang Feng again, both shocked and furious, "How did you find this place?!"
Shang Feng glanced at him, chuckled, ignored him, turned around and walked to Zhang Pengfei's side, squatted down and patted his shoulder: "Let me see how badly he is injured."
Zhang Pengfei sniffed and carefully put Chen Jingyang back on the ground. Shang Feng carefully checked Chen Jingyang's neck, hands, back of the knees, and ankles, and sighed slightly: "The ambulance should be here soon. Don't move him, so as not to aggravate his injuries."
"Is it serious?" Zhang Pengfei asked nervously.
Shang Feng shook his head: "It's hard to say, but in any case, don't touch him."
Chen Jingyang forced a smile, trying to give Zhang Pengfei a pleasant one: "Baby, don't worry... it doesn't hurt."
How could it not hurt!
The purplish-red indentation on his neck was shocking, his entire back of his hand was a bloody mess, a huge lump was swollen behind his knee, and his ankle was also red and swollen.
Zhang Pengfei wiped away his tears, forced a smile, and said between sobs, "Yeah, don't worry, you'll be fine."
Zhao Tianlai had already pressed the alarm, and the others would arrive soon. Chen Qishan calmed down, sneered, and said firmly, "Have you forgotten that this is the Chen family home? Do you really think you can come and go as you please?!"
Zhang Pengfei glared at Chen Qishan fiercely: "Then just wait and see!"
"Hmph!" Chen Qishan's face revealed a sinister smile: "Don't forget, his surname is Chen."
Zhang Pengfei's eyes were blazing with anger, yet his voice was calm, steady, and ruthless, exuding an overwhelming aura: "If you don't mind, he can also have the surname Zhang."
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