Chapter 301: Even if you die, you have to support me
Yang Kun roared uncontrollably until Zhou Zhiyin fell to the cold floor.
The blood spread out little by little and Zhou Zhiyin fainted.
"Anyone killed?"
"The daughter of the Zhou family cannot die!"
Just then, everyone rushed downstairs.
This is the third floor, so it's unlikely that anyone would die if they jumped down, but everyone saw what happened to her just now.
Yang Kun was stunned in place, Han Fei's hand gently patted his shoulder, "She's just a woman. A man who can be restrained by a woman is incompetent."
Yang Kun turned his head and pinched his neck tightly, and Han Fei grabbed his two hands.
"Deserves it..."
"It's all your fault. It was you who leaked my plan to Mr. Xiao..."
"I'm helping you with your plan. I'm helping you."
Han Fei gritted his teeth and pushed him away. Yang Kun grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it on Han Fei's head.
The man snorted, laughed coldly, and touched the blood on his forehead. Yang Kun rushed over, picked up the fruit knife and ran towards him.
Han Fei raised his leg and kicked him down from the middle of the tic-tac-toe shape. Yang Kun's body broke through the glass and fell to the ground.
"Han Fei, you are crazy!"
On the first floor, someone suddenly shouted, "He is still useful. President Xiao will kill you."
The echo reverberated throughout the villa.
"Brother Kun!"
"Yang Kun, how are you, Yang Kun!"
Han Fei sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette for himself.
Now that Zhou Zhiyin is dead, no one in Jiangcheng will compete with Xiaoyi for the first place. She can sit back and relax and do what she wants.
Yang Kun's mind was in a mess, and his vision gradually returned to light from darkness. He turned his head to look at the woman lying in a pool of blood beside him.
"Yin Yin, I was wrong..."
Yang Kun's voice was hoarse, and he only dared to touch her hair. "I was wrong, Yinyin. It was all my fault..."
The medical staff came, and Luo Hao hurriedly said, "Save him, save him quickly!"
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The atmosphere in the room was surprisingly quiet. Xiao Yuanzhong was already dressed neatly, wearing a navy blue satin pajamas with an indescribable old-fashioned pattern on the collar.
He threw the lighter in his hand at Han Fei's face. Han Fei raised his chin slightly, picked up the lighter and lit one for himself.
Xiao Yuanzhong stood up, snatched the lighter from his hand, and patted his face.
The next second, the gun on the coffee table was pointed at Han Fei's head.
Han Fei raised his eyes and stared at him intently, "Shoot me, kill me."
After his mother died, he was no longer afraid of death, as there was no point in living anyway.
But it's just a worthless life.
Xiao Yuanzhong turned his gun around and patted him on the face, "You and Yang Kun are both loyal to me."
Han Fei said, "If you want to shoot, don't talk nonsense."
"Who do you think is more loyal to me, you or Yang Kun?"
Han Fei understood what he meant. "I don't have a good temper like Yang Kun. If anyone touches my woman, I won't let him go even if I become a ghost. I will chop him into pieces even if I crawl out of hell."
"You kid, I'm your big brother, I'm the one who gives you the power."
"It doesn't matter if it's my dad."
Xiao Yuanzhong admired Han Fei's fearlessness more and more.
"Since you are not as loyal to me as Yang Kun, why don't I kill you or you can do it yourself."
Han Fei said, "I can do it myself."
As he spoke, he snatched the gun from Xiao Yuanzhong's hand and pulled the trigger.
The next second, the gun was pointed directly at Xiao Yuanzhong, "I told you, I'll take you with me even if I die."
"Brother Fei!"
"Han Fei, calm down!"
The two bodyguards behind Xiao Yuanzhong rushed over, and Han Fei opened fire directly.
The shot missed, and the next second Han Fei was held by two bodyguards.
Xiao Yuanzhong looked down at him and said, "You are so brave. It would be a disaster if I kept you."
"I told you, whoever dares to think this way about my woman, I will kill him!"
"I can kill you right now!"
"Shoot, shoot!"
Han Fei looked up at him. Even though he was being held by two bodyguards, he still had a defiant look on his face.
Xiao Yuanzhong pulled the trigger and then placed the gun heavily on the table.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Han Fei's eyes, but he didn't even blink.
People like him are not afraid of those who are afraid of death or greedy, but they are afraid of those who are not afraid of death.
At this moment, someone suddenly came in and said, "Mr. Xiao, there's a call for you."
"Ah."
Xiao Yuanzhong looked at Han Fei and pointed at his nose, "Don't think I dare not touch you. If you point the gun at me again, I will kill you."
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In the clean room, Zhou Zhiyin was lying on the bed with several bruises on her body, but the most serious injuries were internal.
The whole world seemed to be quiet. Yang Kun wiped her body and stayed up all night. He also stayed by her side all day until dusk.
There are two mountains not far away, which are close together. There is a river in the middle. It seems to be pressed by the two mountains, forming a triangle, which is particularly depressing.
Zhou Zhiyin has not woken up yet and is in a coma with gauze wrapped around her body.
Yang Kun's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he didn't notice what time it was. His heart was completely on her.
Zhou Zhiyin lay quietly, breathing weakly under the oxygen mask. He warmed her hands from time to time and found many red marks on her wrists, which was shocking.
Just then, Yang Kun's cell phone rang and he became inexplicably panicked.
This is a private call and few people know about it.
"Hey..." He lowered his voice deliberately.
"Hello, is this Mr. Yang?"
"Which one?"
"We are here for the Jiangcheng Fireworks Show. Excuse me, Mr. Yang, are you at the riverside now?"
"No."
Just as Yang Kun was about to hang up, the other party asked again, "Mr. Yang, can you see Jiang from where you are now?"
"No, get out!"
"It's like this, Mr. Yang. A Miss Zhou has booked a fireworks show for you, and there is also a recording that she wants us to play for you while you watch the fireworks show."
When Yang Kun heard this sound when his hand was about to hang up, he asked, "What, Miss Zhou?"
"Yes, it was booked a week ago."
Yang Kun couldn't see the fireworks show. What was so good about the fireworks show? "What recording did she give me?"
"Can you see Jiang now, Mr. Yang?"
"Stop talking nonsense and play the recording."
"Ms. Zhou requested that this recording be played only when you see the fireworks. She said it has special meaning to her."
Yang Kun's brain dried up instantly, "Don't waste time, I can do it, I'll see Jiang."
He was not interested in fireworks, but he wanted to know what Zhou Zhiyin wanted to say to him.
A week ago, the cold war between him and her was at its most intense. No matter how hard he tried to find her, she would not respond.
"Then wait a moment, Mr. Yang."
Countdown, after ten seconds, the recording begins.
Yang Kun held Zhou Zhiyin's hand and heard her sweet voice on the other end, "Brother Kun, I'm really angry. I hate it most when people lie to me."