Back at the hospital.
Fu Nanxiao slowed his pace and walked in; Jiang Yilai was already asleep.
He walked to the bedside and gazed intently at her.
She seemed to have cried herself to sleep; tears still clung to her eyelashes, and her brow was furrowed, indicating that she was sleeping very restlessly.
She was sleeping curled up, with her hands protecting her lower abdomen.
I've heard that people who sleep in this position are very insecure.
Fu Nanxiao's gaze moved downwards, slowly landing on Jiang Yilai's stomach.
He was somewhat stunned.
Is there really a child among them?
As if possessed, Fu Nanxiao slowly reached out and gently placed his hand on it.
A strange, sharp pain rose in my heart.
He quickly withdrew his hand as if it had been burned.
Fu Nanxiao turned around and strode out of the ward.
On the hospital bed, Jiang Yilai's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, hot tears instantly rolling down her cheeks.
Fu Nanxiao walked out of the ward and happened to run into Qi Yuheng.
Qi Yuheng reported to him: "Boss, the three robbers were shot in places that were not important. They have regained consciousness after treatment, but they are unwilling to say anything."
Fu Nanxiao's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Where is he?"
Qi Yuheng brought Fu Nanxiao to the tattooed man's hospital room.
Two bodyguards stood guard at the entrance, and upon seeing Fu Nanxiao, they respectfully stepped aside to let him pass.
The tattooed man was lying on the hospital bed, his arms and legs wrapped in gauze. Hearing the noise, he turned his head to look at Fu Nanxiao, then looked up at the ceiling, looking like he was refusing to cooperate.
Fu Nanxiao said coldly, "Throw him down."
The bodyguard immediately dragged the tattooed man off the bed, grabbed his arms, and pressed him in front of Fu Nanxiao.
The tattooed man sneered, "Don't waste your time, I don't know anything!"
Fu Nanxiao raised his eyes, his gaze devoid of any emotion.
He slowly took off his coat, unfastened his watch and tossed it onto the sofa, then walked slowly to the man with the tattooed arms.
The tattooed man retorted defiantly, "Don't even dream about it—ah!"
Snap!
A loud slap rang out, followed by a cry of pain.
The tattooed man's face immediately swelled up and turned red. He opened his mouth, and blood was flowing from his teeth and down the corner of his mouth.
This gives you an idea of how hard that slap was.
Fu Nanxiao shook his numb hand, his gaze towards the tattooed man as cold as if he were looking at a dead object.
His voice was icy and chilling: "Which hand did you use to hit her?"
The tattooed man tried to stand up, but was firmly held down by two bodyguards.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fu Nanxiao scoffed coldly and kicked him hard.
Before the tattooed man could get up, his leather shoes stepped directly onto the gunshot wound on his arm.
"ah!!!"
The tattooed man was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't help but scream, roll around, and desperately try to escape.
But Fu Nanxiao's shoes stomped on it heavily a few times.
The man with the tattooed arm was in so much pain that his veins bulged.
Blood seeped through the gauze, staining Fu Nanxiao's expensive, shiny leather shoes.
But he remained aloof, watching the tattooed man wail in agony.
When Fu Nanxiao thought of the redness and swelling on Jiang Yilai's face and the wound on her neck, a murderous rage surged within him.
The pain of the tattooed man is nothing to him.
Fu Nanxiao suppressed his surging ferocity and said calmly, "Since you won't talk, then you can take both your hands."
Qi Yuheng nodded: "Yes."
Fu Nanxiao left the ward.
Behind them, the tattooed man's heart-wrenching screams were muffled, his mouth covered.
Qi Yuheng followed, carrying his suit and watch.
Fu Nanxiao asked, "What about the remaining two?"
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