Hou Liangping arrested a hawkish general, and his father-in-law panicked

But this calming fragrance could not soothe his inner anxiety.

He paced back and forth in front of the huge mahogany desk with his hands behind his back.

The Persian carpet on the floor was thick and soft, absorbing all the footsteps and making the whole room eerily quiet.

The finest Dahongpao tea in the purple clay teapot on the table had already gone cold, but he hadn't taken a sip.

Giving his daughter the green light and allowing Zhong Xiaoai to enter the hospital was a risky move on his part.

He was not trying to protect the ignorant Hou Liangping, nor was he trying to save face for the Zhong family.

face?

At this time, face is the least valuable thing.

He just wants the most accurate and timely information.

Is Zhao Yuanchao dead?

The answer to this question will directly determine the future fate of the Zhong family and himself.

If Zhao Yuanchao died, everything would be over and even gods could not save him.

If you are still alive, even if you only have one breath left, there is still a one in ten thousand chance of turning things around.

The cell phone rang suddenly, like a thunderclap, exploding in the silent study.

Zhong Zhengguo suddenly stopped, took a step forward and grabbed the phone. When he saw the caller ID was "Xiao Ai", his heart instantly rose to his throat.

He pressed the answer button and tried to keep his voice steady, but a barely perceptible tremor was revealed the moment he opened his mouth.

"How about it?"

He only asked these three words, but it seemed as if all his strength had been exhausted.

On the other end of the phone, Zhong Xiaoai's voice was filled with tears, but she was forcibly suppressing it: "Dad..."

"Do not talk nonsense!"

Zhong Zhengguo growled, "Zhao Yuanchao, is he rescued?"

"…He was rescued."

Hearing this answer, Zhong Zhengguo's tense body relaxed instantly.

He took a step back and fell down on the rosewood armchair.

The chair groaned.

He let out a long, deep breath and felt his entire back was soaked.

"That's good... That's good..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, having just escaped from a nightmare.

Just live.

As long as you are alive, it is not a dead end.

As long as he is alive, Zhong Zhengguo will find a way to mediate, to make amends, and to fill a corner of the broken sky.

It's just a matter of cost.

He even felt his furrowed brows relax. He picked up the ice-cold tea on the table and wanted to take a sip to calm his nerves.

However, Zhong Xiaoai's voice sounded again on the other end of the phone, with a desperate hesitation.

"but……"

However, this was like a needle that instantly pierced the bubble of hope that had just risen in Zhong Zhengguo's heart.

His hand holding the teacup stopped in mid-air, and the muscles on his face tensed again.

"But what?"

His voice turned cold, with a sense of foreboding.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. Zhong Xiaoai's voice was as low as a mosquito's hum, and every word was squeezed out with all her strength.

"Dad... the hospital's expert consultation results are out. Zhao Yuanchao... it was the electric shock that caused myocardial spasm, which ultimately triggered an acute myocardial infarction..."

Zhong Zhengguo's hand holding the teacup began to tremble slightly.

"electric shock?"

He repeated the two words, his voice filled with disbelief and chill, "What electric shock?"

Zhong Xiaoai's breathing became rapid, and she seemed to be able to feel the storm brewing in her father on the other end of the phone.

She closed her eyes, like a prisoner awaiting trial, and uttered the most terrifying speculation word by word.

"People from the military district said...the traces at the scene and Zhao Yuanchao's injuries all match the characteristics of torture. It was Hou Liangping who tortured Zhao Yuanchao!"

"Bang!"

There was a crisp loud noise.

The priceless Ming Dynasty Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup in Zhong Zhengguo's hand fell to the hard gold brick floor, shattering into pieces.

The bright red tea splashed all over the floor, like a pool of glaring blood.

Zhong Zhengguo's body suddenly jumped up from the chair. He held the mobile phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

"What did you say?"

His voice was no longer a growl, but a suppressed roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell. "Say it again!!"

"It was...it was Hou Liangping...torturing..."

Zhong Xiaoai's voice was filled with uncontrollable crying.

"Asshole!!!"

Zhong Zhengguo finally exploded. He swept the heavy Duan inkstone on the table to the ground, and the ink splashed everywhere, staining the precious calligraphy and the carpet on the ground.

"This beast! This idiot who can't do anything good but always makes things worse!"

His chest heaved violently, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face turned from white to red, and then from red to a terrifying iron blue.

The hope that had just been rescued from the brink of death was completely and ruthlessly crushed at this moment.

alive?

Now that Zhao Yuanchao is alive, it is more terrifying than being dead!

Death is a blood debt.

But now?

This is no longer a blood debt!

Hou Liangping, the son-in-law of the Zhong family!

At this moment, Zhong Zhengguo felt that he had not fallen into hell, but into an endless, collapsing abyss.

He seemed to be able to see how the group of angry generals, Zhao Yuanchao's instructor Zhao Mengsheng, and the entire military were launching the most violent revenge against the Zhong family and him, Zhong Zhengguo, with an attitude of never giving up.

There is no room for maneuver in this matter.

What Hou Liangping handed them was not a knife, but a nuclear bomb that was powerful enough to destroy everything.

"Is his brain filled with shit?! Huh?!"

Zhong Zhengguo roared into the phone, spit spraying on it, "What right does he have? What qualifications does he have? Interrogating a military commander?! And he even dared to torture him?! Who gave him the courage! Who gave him the power?!"

He paced frantically in the study like a caged lion, kicking over the trash can beside him.

It’s over.

It's all over.

His life's work, his good reputation, and all his political prospects vanished in the moment Hou Liangping pressed the switch of that stupid electric shock device.

"Dad... Dad... What should we do now..."

Zhong Xiaoai burst into tears on the other end of the phone.

"How to do?"

Zhong Zhengguo stopped and let out a shrill sneer, his laughter filled with despair and self-mockery. "You ask me what to do? You should go ask your good husband now! Ask him if he has decided on a burial plot for you!"

at this time.

At the Jingzhou Military Region General Hospital, a military jeep stopped and a general in a Zhongshan suit got out. He was elegant but furious!

"Damn it, if I don't avenge this, I, Zhao Mengsheng, will not be a human being!!!"

Chapter 63 Zhao Mengsheng raised an army to demand punishment.

Jingzhou Military Region General Hospital.

Zhong Xiaoai listened to her father's cold and desperate laughter, which sounded like a judgment, and all the strength in her body was instantly drained away.

The hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and a bone-chilling chill rose from the soles of her feet and instantly spread throughout her limbs.

"dad……"

She still wanted to say something, still wanted to grasp at the last straw, even if that straw was already rotten.

"Can I...can I go to the armed forces headquarters...to see Liang Ping?"

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of anticipation that even she found ridiculous.

Maybe, things are not that bad?

Maybe, she can still see him, and...

On the other end of the phone, Zhong Zhengguo's sneer suddenly stopped, replaced by a calmness that was more heart-wrenching than roaring, a dead silence without any emotion.

"How much more trouble do you want to cause?"

"Do you think your father's current position is too stable, and that the Zhong family tree has not been completely eaten away?"

"If you want me to die, just say so."

Every word was like an icicle, piercing Zhong Xiaoai's heart.