Chapter 230 The Guardian

Seeing the sadness in Zhou Xueqing's beautiful eyes, Zhao Peng's heart couldn't help but tighten. He shouted, "Don't do stupid things."

As soon as Zhao Peng's voice fell, Zhou Xueqing suddenly turned around and wanted to break free from Luo Yun's shackles. Almost at the same time, Luo Yun punched Zhou Xueqing in the ribs. Zhou Xueqing's tall body was hit out by Luo Yun's boxing, and there was a painful cry in her mouth, and then she fell to the ground.

"Move again, I'll break you." Luo Yun's muzzle was aimed at Zhou Xueqing's head.

"Nan alone." While Zhou Xueqing said these three words, she stretched out her arms and hugged Luo Yun's legs.

Zhao Peng can see that Zhou Xueqing doesn't want to live. He could no longer care about the gun in Luo Yun's hand. He kicked his feet hard and rushed over. Just as Zhao Peng rushed out, his keen eyes caught a sneer at the corner of Luo Yun's mouth. Seeing this sneer, Zhao Peng's heart ached and shouted, "Don't kill her." While Zhao Peng shouted these three words, he watched Luo Yun pull the trigger.

"Bang." Just as Luo Yun was about to pull the trigger, a dagger flew out and just stabbed Luo Yun's gun-holding hand. Luo Yun's wrist suddenly tilted.

"Bum." The gun also sounded at this time. Because Luo Yun's wrist was deflected, the bullet shot through Zhou Xueqing's ear.

At this time, Zhao Peng had also rushed. His original first target was Luo Yun's pistol. At this time, the target remained unchanged. He grabbed Luo Yun's wrist as fast as he could.

At this moment, a slender figure rushed out of the dark of the warehouse, and a slender leg kicked Luo Yun's back. Luo Yun, who originally focused on Zhao Peng, didn't expect that someone would attack him later, and his waist was kicked firmly by this kick. His body suddenly rushed forward, and because of this attack, his wrist with Zhao Peng was slightly loosened.

Zhao Peng felt the change in Luo Yun's body. He held Luo Yun's pistol in his left hand and pulled out the dagger that stabbed Luo Yun's wrist with his right hand. When Luo Yun threw him down, he stabbed into Luo Yun's chest.

"Bum." Luo Yun fired another shot at the moment when he fell down.

Zhao Peng felt a pain in his abdomen, pulled out the dagger, and stabbed Luo Yun's chest with hatred.

"Bum." Luo Yun fired another shot when he was severely damaged twice in a row.

With a "plop", Zhao Peng and Luo Yun fell beside Zhou Xueqing.

At this time, the slender figure appeared again and kicked the gun in Luo Yun's hand. He reached out and grabbed Zhao Peng's arm, kicked Luo Yun's jaw, and kicked Luo Yun out.

At this time, the people around Luo Huaishan rushed up and subdued Luo Yun. The blood on Luo Yun's chest gushed out like a spring, and his face was even more frighteningly pale. Even so, his eyes still stared at Zhao Peng with hatred.

Zhao Peng's hands covered his abdomen, and blood flowed out through his fingers. He avoided Luo Yun's hateful eyes and turned his head to look at Zhou Xueqing beside him, with a miserable smile on his face.

At this time, Luo Huaishan came to Luo Yun and saw the extremely weak Luo Yun. He seemed to be much older in an instant, and there was a trace of sadness in his fierce eyes.

"Dad, why are you...?" Luo Yun said feebly.

"You want to ask me why I killed you, right?" Luo Huaishan said heavily.

Luo Yun nodded feebly.

Luo Huaishan squatted down, Luo Yun, with a white face like paper, and a wry smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Don't think I don't know anything."

When Luo Yun heard the words, his eyes had gradually faded and completely disappeared.

After Luo Huaishan finished speaking, he didn't want to see Luo Yun anymore. He came to Zhao Peng and asked with a smile, "Are you all right?"

"I'm going to die." Zhao Peng said with a wry smile.

Luo Huaishan gently stroked Zhao Peng's head and smiled, "I won't let you die."

After saying that, Luo Huaishan waved his hand, and two people in black came over. He picked up Zhao Peng and walked to the door of the warehouse. Mo Yan and Zhou Xueqing followed closely and left the warehouse together. When he got outside the warehouse, Luo Huaishan asked someone to send Zhou Xueqing away. Zhou Xueqing touched the sweat on Zhao Peng's head and said, "I'm leaving now. Don't forget to call me."

Zhao Peng said feebly, "Go back. When nothing happened today, I will contact you as soon as possible."

"Hmm." Zhou Xueqing answered and followed a man in black to get on a black Audi.

Zhao Peng and Mo Yan were invited to the Mercedes-Benz Jeep. After getting on the car, the car started. Mo Yan sat on the left side of Zhao Peng, holding Zhao Peng's upper body. A man in black sat on Zhao Peng's right. He helped Zhao Peng deal with the wound a little while the car was running.

Luo Huaishan, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, turned around and asked, "Is he all right?"

The man in black replied, "It should be all right."

"Speed up." Luo Huaishan turned around and said to the driver.

"Yes, sir." The man is the driver who went to pick up Zhao Peng before. After he promised, the speed of the Mercedes-Benz Jeep suddenly increased by one gear and galloped towards the east side.

Mo Yan hugged Zhao Peng and whispered, "You must hold on."

"I'm going to die..." Zhao Peng said with a weak wry smile.

Mo Yan's expression was very cold. He silently raised his hand and wiped the sweat off Zhao Peng's forehead.

Fifteen minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz Jeep drove into Dongbin City. Although it is already midnight, there are still many cars on the road. The driver in the car had never seen such a fast car. After the galloping Mercedes-Benz jeep disappeared from their sight, they had an illusion that what they had just seen was just a dream.

Five minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz Jeep stopped in front of a private clinic. Mo Yan and the man in black took Zhao Peng, who was already in a semi-coma, out of the car and walked into the private clinic. The doctors and nurses in the clinic were already ready and immediately began to operate on Zhao Peng. When Zhao Peng felt that the cold scalpel cut his skin and flesh, he completely fainted.

When he woke up again, he found that he was lying in a small ward. The facilities in the ward are very simple, far less than the luxury wards of those large hospitals. He felt that his throat was very dry, so he tried his best to say, "I want to drink water."

As soon as he finished speaking, a nurse came in and said to Zhao Peng, "You can't drink water now."

"I'm thirsty." Zhao Peng said feebly.

"That doesn't work either." The little nurse said firmly.

At this time, the door of the ward opened again. Mo Yan came in. She came to Zhao Peng's bedside and whispered, "You are very hurt. Speak softly."

"My throat is sore." Zhao Peng said.

Mo Yan looked at the little nurse and said, "I'll just look at him."

The little nurse nodded and turned around and went out.

When the little nurse closed the door, Mo Yan looked at Zhao Peng and said, "Your stomach and intestines have been poked out of the big hole. Drinking water will leak out."

After listening to the explanation of Mo Yan's vulgar image, Zhao Peng smiled feebly and said, "You won't do anything. Just leave those two big holes there?"

"The hole has been mended, but it is not waterproof yet." Mo Yan said coldly.

"Wait a little longer, my throat will be cracked and bleeding." Zhao Peng said with a wry smile.

"That can only be tolerated." Mo Yan's tone was very resolute.

Zhao Peng saw that it was not discussed, so he said, "Give me some water, and I will moisten my throat. Can't I not swallow it?"

Mo Yan hesitated for a moment and went out. After a while, he took in a small spray bottle like toilet water, came to the bedside and said, "Bout your mouth."

Zhao Peng opened his mouth obediently. Mo Yan pointed the nozzle of the spray bottle at Zhao Peng's mouth and pressed it gently. A cold water mist sprayed into Zhao Peng's mouth. He squeezed his tongue and said, "A little more."

"No." Mo Yan said and took away the watering can.

"Don't take it away, can't you just put it here?" Zhao Peng's anxiety touched the wound in his abdomen and immediately made his head sweaty.

After Mo Yan went out for a while, Luo Huaishan came in. He came to the bed with a smile on his face and said with a smile, "You have a great life."

"I think so too." Zhao Peng laughed bitterly.

Luo Huaishan looked at Zhao Peng, pulled a plastic stool next to him, sat by the bed, and whispered, "I didn't see the wrong person. You are really different."

Zhao Peng looked at Luo Huaishan and said calmly, "Mr. Luo, is Luo Yun dead?"

"Dead." Luo Huaishan said calmly.

Zhao Peng could feel that there seemed to be unknown pain behind Luo Huaishan's calm expression. He paused for a moment and continued, "Are you really Luo Qingyu and Luo Qingzhong's father?"

"Is it necessary for me to lie to you?" Luo Huaishan laughed.

Zhao Peng smiled feebly and said, "This is really like a dream."

Luo Huaishan smiled calmly and said, "Thank you for taking care of Qingyu and her mother for me."

"It's because I took care of Luo Qingyu for you, so you gave me 200 million, right?" Zhao Peng asked again.

Luo Huaishan smiled and said, "There is a reason for this, and a more important reason is that you are more trustworthy."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Peng asked puzzledly.

"Because everything will eventually be left to Qingyu, but I believe that Qingyu will definitely not want what I left to her, so I will find someone to take care of her wealth for Qingyu." Luo Huaishan laughed.

Zhao Peng looked at Luo Huaishan and asked bitterly, "Does the things you left for Luo Qingyu also include Stick Hall?"

"Yes." Luo Huaishan replied solemnly.

When Zhao Peng heard the words, his smile was even more bitter. He said feebly, "Mr. Luo, I'm a businessman. If you give me a gangster, I can't control it."

"Haha, the brother left by Nan Meng, aren't you in good care?" Luo Huaishan smiled calmly.

When Zhao Peng heard this, he said with a weak smile, "Mr. Luo, what Nan Meng left behind is a property company, not a gangster organization."

"In my opinion, there is no difference. You are born to be a big brother. Even if I don't give you the stick hall, you will definitely create your own stick hall in the future. Luo Huaishan laughed.

"It's impossible. My goal is to become a golden top merchant." Zhao Peng said firmly.

Luo Huaishan looked at Zhao Peng and smiled and said, "It is not contradictory to become a golden merchant and a gangster boss. I am now not only Luo Huaishan, a rich man, but also the founder of the stick hall."

In the face of Luo Huaishan's explanation, Zhao Peng couldn't find a reason to refute. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Anyway, I can take your money, but I don't want your stick hall."

"My money and my stick hall will not be separated." Luo Huaishan said solemnly.

Zhao Peng looked at Luo Huaishan and said, "Then I don't want your money. You can find a better guardian."

Luo Huaishan looked at Zhao Peng calmly and said meaningfully, "I give what belongs to Qingyu to others, and you are not afraid of being swallowed up by others. If you swallow something from Qingyu, then Qingyu will be dangerous.