Sixty-One: The Love Buried by Time (Sixty-One)

Jingrong breathed a sigh of relief, but his thoughts became increasingly blurry. The cloth strips on the eyes should have slipped down an inch due to the brutal beating by the other party, and a dim light could be faintly felt in the corners of the eyes.

He tried hard to open his eyes to see these criminals clearly, but the next moment, blood flowed into his eyes, making his eyes feel hot and painful. There was a bloody light in front of him, and all the figures were blurred. He took a deep breath and had to close his eyes again.

"It doesn't look like he was sent by Mr. Many people came." someone replied.

"Damn it! Whoever comes, come and kill them one by one! Come and kill a group of them! Get your guns!" The leader shouted lowly, and the next moment, Jingrong heard a burst of chaotic footsteps. And the sound of cars roaring outside, getting closer and closer.

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A motorcade appeared in the morning sunshine.

The cold and cruel look on the face of the first beautiful man to jump out of the car made the entire morning look desolate.

At first, the leading man was still arrogant, but now when he saw Wen Yanzhi and his expression, his legs were shaking.

The look in his eyes was so sharp that it seemed as if he wanted to skin them alive.

"Boss, how could it be Mr. Wen?" Wen Yanzhi is a well-known person in business, politics and black circles.

Legend has it that he personally manages the business empire under the vice president. The famous night owl in the underworld and Tang Jue, the third son of the Tang family, a military tycoon, also have dealings with him. If he wanted to crush a person to death, it would be like crushing an ant to death.

But why is he here today?

Could it be that you are also here to ask for something from your husband?

"Master Wen, I didn't expect you to come here. You are so busy, how can you have time..."

"'Bang——'" There was a sound, and before he could finish his words, he was shot in the knee. The other party fell to his knees with a 'pop'. Wen Yanzhi's expression was as cold as the god of death. He walked over step by step, and the cold air on his body made people's teeth tremble. He stood in front of the man, with the muzzle of the gun pressed against the man's forehead, "You're tired of living, aren't you? You dare to touch my people?"

When the man heard Wen Yanzhi's words, his heart went cold and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Master Wen, I...I'm blind! I never knew that brat...no,

That child is related to you. "

"Where are the others?" Wen Yanzhi's voice was low.

His question made the man kneel on the ground and dare not speak. Wen Yanzhi glared sharply and tightened the gun in his hand. The other people on the side were so frightened that they knelt down with a bang, "Master Wen, please be merciful!"

Wen Yanzhi suddenly had an ominous premonition. He was so angry that he raised his leg and kicked the man's shoulder, causing him to fall down. He turned around and ordered the people who were following him, "Watch them all. Anyone who dares to move will be shot!"

"Yes." Everyone agreed.

"Master Wen, Jingrong is here!" A solemn and cold voice sounded in the empty room.

Wen Yanzhi ignored the people outside and rushed into the abandoned building. The scene inside shocked him - the clean young man was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment. He was only wearing a white shirt, which was soaked and stuck to his body. The white shirt was stained red with blood. There was also a pool of blood on the ground.

His thin body was trembling, and his originally fair face was now showing a frightening dark green color. His hands and feet were tied up. Whether it was because he was too cold or because he was too seriously injured, his limbs were completely stiff and unable to move.

What kind of scenes has Wen Yanzhi not seen? However, this scene still made his brain congested, his eyes bulged horribly, and there were bloodshot eyes.

Zhuang Yan is also a person who is used to seeing life and death, but this cruel scene still makes him unbearable. How could these villains deal such a heavy blow to a child!

He glanced at Wen Yanzhi, turned around and walked out.

Wen Yanzhi took a deep breath and raised his long arm to stop Zhuang Yan.

"Master Wen, let me kill them!"

"No, keep it, let me do it with my own hands!" Every word out of Wen Yanzhi's mouth seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth. Cold as stone.

Zhuang Yan wanted to say something, but he looked back at the dying young man lying in a pool of blood, and finally didn't say a word. He just said: "I'll let the medical staff come in."

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Wen Yanzhi walked towards Jingrong step by step. Every step felt as heavy as lead.

His hands hanging by his sides were clenched, and every finger was trembling. He had been accustomed to being lawless since he was a child and had never been afraid of anything. But at this moment, looking at the unconscious young man lying on the ground, he began to feel a strong fear.

Fear that this person will leave like this and never open his eyes again.

He knelt down and wanted to hold the young man in his arms. However, looking at him covered in blood, he didn't know where to start.

He carefully held him in his arms. The young man seemed to feel someone touching him and moved in fear. That tiny movement made Wen Yanzhi feel heartbroken. His trembling lips pressed against the young man's dark cheek, and he whispered comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, it's me...it's okay, well, everything will be okay in the future..."

Jing Rong was confused, but when he heard this familiar voice, the fear in his heart slowly dissipated.

His tense body also relaxed a little.

His eyelashes twitched, trying to open them. Wen Yanzhi slowly took off the blindfold from his eyes.

The young man looked at him with his clear eyes. Now his eyes were full of blood, but they were still as pure as before, so clean that Wen Yanzhi felt heartbroken and guilty.

"It's my fault..." Wen Yanzhi's voice was trembling, "I shouldn't have let you go to buy breakfast alone. I should have gone!"

Jing Rong pulled his lips with difficulty, his voice was weak, "Following you out, I really... almost got torn apart..."

He seemed to know that he was really safe. After saying this, he tilted his head and fainted completely.

"Doctor!"

"Doctor!"

Wen Yanzhi shouted, his voice was hoarse.

"Here we come!" The medical staff hurriedly stepped on the footsteps, and several people rushed in with the horizontal bar. The doctor followed with a medicine box.

Wen Yanzhi untied the ropes on the boy's hands and feet, and felt that his bones were not right. He felt cold in his heart, and dared not imagine, so he just softened the strength of his hands. However, with such actions, his eyes became redder and redder.

"Be careful, he is covered with wounds!" Wen Yanzhi reminded the medical staff. The medical staff carefully put the boy on the horizontal bar.

The medical staff lifted him into the car.

In the abandoned building, only Jing Rong and Zhuang Yan were left. Zhuang Yan looked gloomy. He glanced at Wen Yan, who was squatting on the ground with an increasingly gloomy expression, and said in a low voice: "Looking at Jing Rong's injuries... I'm afraid his hands and feet will be disabled."