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Chapter 711 Shrimp Needs Pig Heart

  Is Zhao Xingsheng dead?

"This really isn't surprising at all... Was it Pan Junyuan who did it?"

Zhao Xingsheng's death is almost a foregone conclusion. Neither the Fengqi Group, Pan Junyuan, nor the people behind Mr. M will let him go.

With what he had done, even if he went through formal legal procedures, he would still end up with the death penalty.

Taking the blame, revenge, silencing, trial... the only difference is the reason for killing him.

Ai Liang originally thought that Pan Junyuan would wait for a few days before killing Zhao Xingsheng, but he didn't expect him to act so quickly.

"It was he who moved his mouth. In a way, it can be said that he was influenced by you."

"I'm not with him, what does it have to do with me?"

Ai Liang chuckled: "Why can't I remember when I learned the art of clones? Or is it that everyone I know, as long as they kill someone, is influenced by me?"

"Don't be sarcastic. This matter can't be explained in a few words. It's not your fault. I'll send you the video and you'll understand after watching it."

Ai Liang parked the car on the side of the road and reached out to click on the first video sent by Mr. M.

The picture is a top-down view from the surveillance camera installed in the garage.

In the video, Pan Junyuan had a gun on his waist, a dagger in his left hand, and was pushing the half-crippled Zhao Xingsheng out of the garage.

Unexpectedly, Pan Junyuan not only did not take action, but also stuffed the dagger into Zhao Xingsheng's hand.

"What do you mean."

Zhao Xingsheng asked.

"You want me to kill myself?"

The sound of the video is a bit distorted, and the conversation between the two people was captured using another device.

"Xu Le lied to you."

Pan Junyuan stood behind the wheelchair and said to Zhao Xingsheng.

"Jiang Shun betrayed you."

Zhao Xingsheng's palm tightly grasped the dagger despite the piercing pain.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Fengqi Group will also put all the blame on you."

"what do you want to say in the end!"

"You were eaten up by Fengqi, and then thrown into the cesspool like toilet paper, and now you are a half-paralyzed waste."

"I'll fuck you bloody!"

Zhao Xingsheng, who was overwhelmed, tried to stand up with his wheelchair and fight with Pan Junyuan, but Pan Junyuan just pushed him forward, and Zhao Xingsheng fell flat on his face as he just stood up.

"Trash!"

Pan Junyuan responded with an angry curse and then kicked Zhao Xingsheng.

He walked up to Zhao Xingsheng and picked up the dagger that had fallen on the ground.

"Is it me who made you like this? I sent your wife to a brothel, huh? The enemy is right in the house, just separated by a wall, and you, a loser, dare to just bark at me?!"

Zhao Xingsheng gritted his teeth, dug his hands into the ground and yelled hysterically: "Fuck your mother! Fuck Fengqi! Fuck Jiang Shun! Fuck Xu Gou! You are all a bunch of sons of bitches! And you, your parents deserve to be killed by me! Come on! Do it! If I don't die, none of you will have a good life!"

Pan Junyuan's eyes turned red, he gasped and put his hand on the gun at his waist, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

He didn't let go until his fingers turned white until they were pinched, then he loosened his hands very stiffly.

"Okay, you want revenge, right? I drugged Jiang Shun and he fainted. Do you dare to do it?"

Zhao Xingsheng, who was swearing and pointing at the sky, fell silent in an instant.

"Think about your wife. I heard that Jiang Shun sent her away a few days ago. Maybe she hasn't been favored by anyone yet?"

Pan Junyuan added another sentence.

Zhao Xingsheng, who had been completely hopeless and acted recklessly, seemed to see a glimmer of hope again.

He opened his mouth, but because of the mad dog-like dirty talk, no sound came out. Zhao Xingsheng lowered his head and dared not look at Pan Junyuan. He had never regretted as much as he did now.

"Your wife and the baby in her belly have nothing to do with our business... Do you want to save your wife?"

Zhao Xingsheng's eyes sparkled and he nodded frantically.

"Well, tell me all the dirty work you've done for Feng Qi over the years, and then I can give you a chance for revenge."

Pan Junyuan took out his mobile phone and turned on the video recording function.

With hope, Zhao Xingsheng poured out all the things he had done and heard from his friends.

The details are more detailed than what Jiang Shun revealed.

Pan Junyuan put away his phone with satisfaction, and pushed Zhao Xingsheng in a wheelchair to the door of Jiang Shun's room.

"Go."

Pan Junyuan sneered and stuffed the dagger into Zhao Xingsheng's hand, then turned on his phone again to record the video.

At this time, Jiang Shun's left hand was handcuffed to the iron railing and hung in the air, and his right leg was broken and tied with a simple splint.

He was leaning against the wall, with his legs stretched out and his feet apart, and his head hanging, looking like a dead person.

Zhao Xingsheng climbed off the wheel and dragged his broken legs to Jiang Shun little by little. It felt like he had been crawling for a century to cover the short distance of five meters.

When he came in front of Jiang Shun, Zhao Xingsheng thought it would be easy to kill him with a knife, but he failed to do it immediately.

When they were poor, they drank, ate skewers and played cards. After they became rich, they fought with knives and guns but always survived. In the end, they lay together in the hospital bed and boasted.

Memories of the past emerged one by one, and when I recalled the recent past, the friendship was shattered by pure anger and hatred.

Zhao Xingsheng endured the pain, crawled forward half a meter, knelt beside Jiang Shun's legs, and pointed the knife at his neck.

Phew.

The sudden chill and pain in his waist made Zhao Xingsheng's broken fingers unable to hold the handle of the knife anymore.

Jiang Shun thrust the switchblade into Zhao Xingsheng's body with an expressionless face, then picked up the fallen dagger and stabbed it into his spleen without hesitation, then twisted it with force.

"Hahaha! You idiot! Do you really think I will help you save your wife? Yes, yes, that's right. I just want to see your expression now!"

Pan Junyuan, who was standing at the door recording the video, laughed wildly.

"Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Shun pulled out a dagger and pushed Zhao Xingsheng aside without even looking at him, letting the blood gushed out.

Zhao Xingsheng instinctively covered the wound with his hand, but no matter how hard he pressed, blood would still flow out from between his fingers.

Pan Junyuan just stood there watching, watching Zhao Xingsheng trying in vain to stop the bleeding, watching him reach out to grab Jiang Shun's clothes and then be slapped away, watching his eyes gradually become unfocused, watching his palm slip from the wound.

Pan Junyuan never intended to let Zhao Xingsheng go. He just wanted Zhao Xingsheng to die with regret.

It's perfect to give hope and then snuff it out.

Why does this scene feel familiar?

Ai Liang suddenly remembered that when he first captured Jiang Shun, he used this method to stimulate Zhao Xingsheng and Jiang Shun to become enemies.

Good boy, learning and applying right away, right?

Ai Liang clicked on the second video, and it indeed showed a private conversation between Pan Junyuan and Jiang Shun.

Jiang Shun readily agreed to Pan Junyuan's request.

During the conversation, Jiang Shun did not utter a single swear word and stated more than once that he did not actively participate in it and that he had no direct hatred towards Pan Junyuan.

He is also very willing to be a tainted witness to help Pan Junyuan deal with Xu Le and Feng Qi, just for a chance to survive.

This look of being aware of the current situation is in sharp contrast to Zhao Xingsheng's stubbornness.

Otherwise, how could he be the big brother?