fifth form

"Your fighting skills are specially used against me, this is crooked way!"

Lying on the corridor covered in blood, Wang Haoran refused to admit defeat, but it was difficult for him to attack effectively, and he had already fallen out of the field where they were about to compete.

In the contest, he lost.

Even if there is a will, it may lead to the separation of the brothers, let alone if there is no will, a fight between him and Wang Yi'an is inevitable.

Whoever wins will take the initiative in the family distribution.

Right now, he has lost completely.

He boasted that his genetic fighting skills were better, and he played with confidence, but reality gave him a hammer.

In Wang Yi'an's hands, the thousand spider hand fighting technique has completely changed its appearance, and the opponent even replaced the genetic weapons.

The opponent's strikes were frequent and intensive, like locusts crossing the border when lasing, all kinds of blades and flying knives were overwhelming, the strength of this kind of strike was not high, and there were extremely obvious flaws.

But it was enough for Wang Yi'an to target him in this way.

Wang Haoran had to think that this was a fighting technique specially used against him, even against the combination of him and Ren Sheng.

"Dear brother, don't you understand by now?"

A lonely voice came from behind the door, and a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Wang Haoran also came out.

"The ultimate goal of genetic fighting is to defeat or even kill the opponent. It is enough for me to win you!"

"you……"

"You have to be thankful that when we fought each other, it was not a life-and-death contest. I let you live until now!"

Wang Yi'an stared at Wang Haoran.

The two brothers had an extremely harmonious childhood, adolescence, and even youth.

However, as each other got married and started a business, and their respective descendants were involved, the relationship between the two brothers was constantly changing.

From intimacy to estrangement, from estrangement to hostility.

Wang Haoran mixed with Ren Sheng, while he was in a group with Luo Hui and others, and followed the guidance and suggestions of Luo Hui and others to carry out fighting skills.

A fight brought the grievances between the two to an end today.

The results are now evident.

"Looking at the love for many years, when the family is separated, I will be nine and you will be one. If you nod your head, you can give up on this fight. If you don't accept it, you can stand up and continue fighting," Wang Yi'an said.

"You broke my tendons, I... I lost!"

Seeing the complex emotions flashing in Wang Yi'an's eyes, Wang Haoran quickly stopped the thought of not admitting defeat when his heart trembled.

He lowered his hands slightly, and the tumbling and cutting exquisite flying blade then fell and shrank into a disc and fell.

When his right hand barely grasped this small genetic weapon, Wang Haoran's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Broken muscles and bones can be connected medically, but the connected muscles and bones can only be stretched with ordinary strength. Once he uses more strength, these muscles and bones will be torn apart.

A trace of sadness appeared on Wang Haoran's face.

He should really heed Yi Sheng's advice and be cautious when it comes to family property scrambles.

Yi Yisheng fought for 40.00% of the shares of Ji Shi Group, which is already a guarantee. As long as the interests he normally fights for are not too bad, their group will also occupy a higher initiative.

In his current fate, he not only lost his family rights, but also imprisoned himself. I don't know how long it will take to return to normal.

What Wang Haoran faced was not only the elimination of his family's struggle for power and profit, but also the elimination of the fifth sequence.

Maybe ten years of treatment, maybe 20 years, or maybe even longer, before he can return to his previous normal level.

This will be the year when his strength will stagnate, and it will also be the year when he will inevitably fall behind, and it may even last until the day when he dies of old age.

After dejectedly thinking clearly, Wang Haoran felt ashamed for a moment, and he didn't come back to his senses until he was supported by his children.

"You don't have to be too anxious, I have chosen a few medical research institutes that are still available, and maybe I can develop some medicines for meridians in the future!"

When the muddy eyes swept over many faces, it was Ren Sheng who finally came out to comfort him.

But Ren Sheng couldn't help sighing inwardly.

Wang Haoran is good at internal medicine, while Wang Yi'an is good at surgery. As a master surgeon, Wang Yi'an is very precise in his methods when integrating his own genetic fighting skills.

If one more point can be cut, Wang Yi'an will not cut one less point.

Ordinary people can recuperate and recover from broken tendons, but Wang Yi'an's removal of Wang Haoran's tendons is not just cutting and breaking, but cutting and removing.

Ren Sheng sensed his surroundings, and he could also notice some of Wang Haoran's muscles on the hooks of some small flying blades.

Even if Wang Haoran continues to connect the muscles and bones at this time, the opponent's muscles will be less, and it will be extremely difficult to restore the growth of the muscles and bones to the original level.

"I'll talk about the division of the family later, you go and recover your body first." Ren Sheng comforted: "Don't worry, with our witnesses present, Wang Yi'an won't feed you hogwash!"

Ren Sheng's words made Wang Haoran nod his head.

"I regret listening to you..."

He murmured in depression, muttered again in his mouth, and finally lay down in a dazed daze.

"Can Tai Halal surgery cure the connection and growth of muscles and bones?"

After Wang Haoran was carried downstairs, Ren Sheng turned sideways and asked in a low voice.

"There is no way to finely treat it to that extent!"

Zhang Xuezhou touched the bloodstain on his ear, then shook his head in a low voice.

After being severely injured, Fozi fell into a trough of strength. After Zhang Xuezhou's continuous spells and various supplements from heaven and earth, it was still difficult for Fozi to recover his original strength, and it was even difficult for him to walk.

Wang Haoran's symptoms seem to be milder than Fozi's, but the details of the injuries involved are not inferior to Fozi's.

Zhang Xuezhou feels that this can only be counted on modern medical technology.

He responded in a low voice, Ren Sheng nodded, and then turned to Wang Yi'an with a solemn expression.

"Brother Xuezhou, I didn't expect you to come here!"

The entire sixth floor belongs to the meeting room, which is divided into meeting room No. [-], meeting room No. [-], etc., and each meeting room has partitions and connecting doors and passages.

After Wang Haoran was out, some onlookers came out from the wooden passages of the conference rooms.

As long as you have a little privilege and are familiar with the information, it is not difficult to see this excitement.

The fight between Wang Yi'an and Wang Haoran also needs enough people and enough people to be witnesses.

Wang Li was involved in it, not to mention that he had the status of Wang Haoran's grandson.

If he had seen Wang Haoran lose power in the past, it would be like losing his concubine, but after making the decision to rely on himself, he felt less heavy, and even felt that it was very wise to take the first step.

But it was inevitable that the crowd would be injured. Wang Li touched his scalp which had been cut off, and then came out of the crowd with a disheveled face and a camera and a visual instrument.

He greeted him very affectionately, which made Ren Anran, who was also cautiously watching the battle in the conference room, shake his head vigorously.

She felt that this title seemed familiar, but she really couldn't remember the relevant content.

No one helped her talk about that lost memory, like Zuo Teng, Ren Wuyang, and that 'Brother Xuezhou'.

Thinking of this, Ren Anran couldn't help gritting his teeth with hatred.