Female President's Personal Doctor

Chapter 146

"No, I must find time to have a good talk with Ning fan. If it goes on like this, southern Sichuan will not be turned over." Qin Zhong secretly shook his head and made up his mind.

Even though he knows Ning fan's strength, as a qualified policeman, he should not be afraid. He has the responsibility to protect the peace of southern Sichuan.

Bang!

The door was suddenly pushed open, which interrupted Qin Zhong's thoughts. He looked at the door unhappily, and saw Wen Zhi rush in with a look of panic, shouting: "Qin Bureau, it's bad, something's wrong."

Qin Zhong was not angry and said, "what are you doing in a hurry? Slowly, what's the matter? "

Wen Zhi's atmosphere did not care to take a breath, so he called out out of breath: "Qian Jun is dead!"

"What?" Qin Zhong rubbed a to stand up from the chair, "you say again."

"Qin Bureau, Qian Jun died in the hospital."

"No way. His injury is not fatal." Qin Zhong thought about Qian Jun's two twisted arms and retorted immediately.

Wen Zhi nodded hastily and said, "yes, my brother in the hospital said that Qian Jun's life was no longer in danger after being treated. His fatal injury was not his arm, but his neck."

"Neck?"

"Yes, his neck was crushed."

"This..." Qin Zhong calmed down when he heard that Qian Jun was dead, which involved the interests of many people. It was just that a big man who had been dominating southern Sichuan for decades suddenly died, which made him unable to react.

"The neck is crushed. The person who killed him is definitely not simple. He must be a master who knows martial arts." Qin Zhong immediately made a judgment, but why did this man kill Qian Jun? Does Qian Jun know any top secret information and is afraid to let it out?

"What's more, why do people like Er Ye want to listen to Qian Jun's dispatch to kill Ning fan? It's impossible. It's absolutely impossible for Qian Jun to give orders to the second master. It means that someone behind the scenes asked the second master to help Qian Jun

Suddenly, startled, he strode out of the office and ran to the second master's room.

Wenzhi was at a loss and could only keep up. Two minutes later, they finally came to the room where the second master was being held. Because the second master was unconscious at that time and could not record his confession immediately, he was temporarily detained in a room. In fact, according to the regulations, he should also be sent to the hospital. After all, his life and death are uncertain.

But Qin Zhong has seen the second master's strength, and knows that this kind of person is not so easy to die. If he is sent to the hospital, he may find a chance to escape when he wakes up, and it will be much safer to lock him in the police station.

Bang!

Qin Zhong pushed open the room, his eyes were round, and he looked at the empty room in disbelief.

"It's gone!" Wen Zhi also ran in and couldn't help exclaiming.

A big living man disappeared under the police's eyelids, which was equivalent to slapping all the police in the face.

Qin Zhong looked up at the ceiling and sighed helplessly. He felt that an invisible net was quietly unfolding, covering the southern Sichuan sky.

Huangyuan.

The night is as quiet as water.

The bright light made the hall as bright as day, and pulled out a long shadow. A slightly embarrassed and pale figure stood in the center of the hall, bending slightly behind the bead curtain. This action affected the wound and made him take a cold breath. He coughed a few times, covering his chest.

There was a heavy sigh behind the curtain, which was somewhat regretful and lost and said, "second master, please sit down."

"Old man, I can't do good this time. Please punish me." The second master hung his head and his face was as gray as death. Even the scar on his face had no momentum. It was like an old centipede without any deterrent.

"Sit down first. This time we are careless to lose Jingzhou! It's not your fault. It's a pity that your elixir field has been destroyed and you've spent decades of hard work in the East. " The majestic voice was lost.

The second master sat down on a wooden chair and said in shame, "it's because I'm not good at learning. I've disgraced the old man."

"Oh, my face is earned by myself, your failure can't lose my face, just lose your own face." The dignified voice is still indifferent, showing too much anger.

The old man's face was red, and his head was lowered. "Thank you, father, for saving lives."

"You've been with me for so many years. If I don't save you, who will? However, Qian Jun is not as lucky as you. It's not a pity for him to die. It's just that we need to find another spokesperson for the drug business in the future. "

"I believe that the old man will find a more suitable person than Qian Jun when he plans strategies." The second master already knew that Qian Jun had been killed by the man sent by the old man.

Qian Jun lost his two arms and was caught by the police, so he was useless. He could only be a burden, so he could only disappear from the earth.

The second master is different. Although his kung fu has been destroyed for decades, he is loyal and follows master Huang for many years. Master Huang still leaves a bit of a thin face and arranges for someone to rescue him. Otherwise, with his weak body, he can't leave the police station unconsciously.

"Old man, the people I met this time are very hard and strange. I..."

The majestic voice "eh" stopped the second master and said, "I know that the man is Ning fan. He hasn't been in southern Sichuan for a long time. His origin is mysterious. Since you are planted in his hands, you can only complain that you are inferior to others. However, I will seek justice for you in the end. Don't worry."

"Thank you for your love."

"Go down, and stay in Huangyuan for the rest of your life."

The second master trembled and stood up from his chair. He could not bear to look at his eyes. He knew that he had drawn a line with the glory years of the world. His only way out was to become an old useless old man in Huangyuan.

For a martial arts practitioner, it is a fatal blow. Even if he is not willing, he will sigh at last. He had to accept this proposal because he had too many enemies in his life. If he left Huangyuan, no one would be able to protect him and he would die.

He shook his head and walked out of the hall, his figure desolate.

After the curtain, the owner of the dignified voice watched the figure of the second master through the curtain, and gradually took his eyes back. Gujing was calm and calm.

This man is Huang Fengtu, the revered master of Qian Jun and the second master. Few people know his origin or even his existence.

People call him Mr. Huang, but his face is only in his forties. His face is glossy, but his expression is very quiet, which gives people a feeling of looking up to the mountains.