Chapter 42: 42

“Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu!!” Luo Wenhao shouted in disbelief. His nose was blue and his face was swollen, and with a shocked expression he looked very comical.

Lu Chong stared at him unmoved.

“You can’t do this, Lu Chong! This is a society of law!” Luo Wenhao finally realised that Lu Chong was serious, and yelled in anxiety, his nerves snapping at the sight of the knife that looked incredibly sharp.

Lu Chong leaned slightly on the armrest, propping up his face with one hand, his index finger tapping against his temple as he carelessly looked at the struggling man kneeling on the floor, held by two people.

His image was lost, his self-control was gone.

That was how Luo Wencheng was held down back then.

“Do it yourself, or have both of your legs broken by my men, your choice.” He calmly gave a cruel alternative.

Zhou Yishan squatted in front of Luo Wenhao and said with a smile, “Choose quickly, Young Master Luo. Master has the patience to wait, but my qilin arm (the arm with overdeveloped muscles, often of a gamer or a computer guy) is stupidly itchy.”

He was eyeing Luo Wenhao’s legs with a greedy expression.

Luo Wenhao’s face was pale. His whole body trembled, his struggling gradually weakened, and he stared at the knife blankly.

Zhou Yishan waved his hand, and the two men let him go. Luo Wenhao lay on the floor and gasped. Then, shivering, he stretched out his hand.

He grabbed the knife and pressed it to his arm, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The expression on his face kept changing. His eyes were at one moment frantic, at another hateful, then full of pain, then almost filled with tears.

He had countless images in his head of himself holding the knife and rushing up to stab Lu Chong to death, but his remaining reason told him that he couldn’t do it at all, and that even if he managed to kill Lu Chong, he would never be able to walk out of here today.

It was not worth trading his life for Lu Chong’s.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm down and squeezed out a flattering smile, “Mr. Lu, I was actually joking with Ah Cheng. We’ve been close since we were young. If you don’t believe me, you can ask…”

“What a pity.” Lu Chong stood up expressionlessly and gave Luo Wenhao one last look before averting his eyes and stepping past Luo Wenhao in long strides.

“Mr. Lu! Mr. Lu!” Luo Wenhao tried to hug his leg, but was dragged back by Zhou Yishan. Zhou Yishan laughed hideously: “Don’t worry, Master is gone, but there is me.”

A few moments later, a miserable scream resounded through the house, followed by endless howling.

The night gradually cleared and a grey-white light appeared on the horizon.

Lu Chong stood in front of the house for a long time, looking at it with slightly narrowed eyes.

Zhou Yishan walked out, wiping his hands and curling the corners of his mouth disdainfully: “The prince of Haining howled like a ghost and actually peed in his pants.”

“Collect evidence of the Luo family’s violations of the law. Within ten days, I want these two names to be nailed to the pillory of shame,” Lu Chong said.

Zhou Yishan smiled and said, “The Luo family has reached the position they are in today, there must be a lot of dirt on their hands. Don’t worry sir, it won’t take ten days, I can make them stink in three days!”

Lu Chong stepped forward, “Let’s go back to the hospital.”

But they didn’t expect that Luo Wenhao would stink so quickly.

After the news of Luo Wenhao’s beating spread, the Zheng and Du families took action.

The next day, the Haining Daily reported the news that bones were found in the construction site shut down by the Luo family.

The two families had already investigated the identity of the deceased and the case in the past, so under the incentive of the Deputy Mayor Zheng, the police quickly went to the Luo family’s door.

When Luo Wencheng turned on the TV in his hospital ward that afternoon, the news was everywhere.

Even the relatives of the deceased came out, crying about the relationship between the victim and Luo Wenhao back then.

Luo Wencheng was silent for a while.

He just fell asleep, and the world changed.

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Something that was originally very difficult for him had been made possible with such ease.

“Are you feeling better?” Lu Chong walked in.

“Sir.” Luo Wencheng thought of the situation last night and didn’t dare to look into his eyes. Of course, his reaction just seemed a little embarrassed to others.

Lu Chong pointed to his right shoulder with a shoulder brace: “Does it still hurt?”

“A little, that is, I just can’t move this arm, and I am a little unaccustomed to it,” Luo Wencheng said.

“Then get used to it, it will take a long time.” Lu Chong took an apple and peeled it.

Luo Wencheng looked at the news on TV: “Sir, is this true? Luo Wenhao was listed as a suspect by the police?”

Lu Chong also took a look and smiled: “These people are moving very fast. I’m not very clear about this matter but judging from the current evidence, Luo Wenhao must have killed someone. It happened thirteen years ago.”

Lu Chong heard Zhou Yishan mention that the Zheng and Du family had planned it all but he didn’t pay too much attention. As long as Luo Wenhao and the Luo family received the punishment they deserved, it was enough.

“Thirteen years ago, how old was he?” Luo Wencheng sighed in a low voice. His sigh came from the bottom of his heart. He was very clear about the causes and consequences of this incident.

The skeleton in the construction site belonged to a teenager who had disappeared thirteen years ago, the son of a real estate owner. The real estate owner worked hard to squeeze out the other competitors and sent his son to Luo Wenhao as a playmate, in order to develop a friendship and hug the Luo family’s thigh.

However, Luo Wenhao, who was only fourteen years old at the time, had a violent temper. During an argument, he accidentally killed the teenager. Panicked, he asked one of his bodyguards to dispose of the body without asking any questions.

The real estate owner naturally went to Luo Wenhao after his son’s bizarre disappearance. Luo Wenhao was annoyed and scared, so he found an excuse for Luo Kaifang to take action against the real estate owner.

The man was so overwhelmed with problems that he went bankrupt and committed suicide in front of the Luo family’s office.

This matter was perfectly suppressed.

But there was actually a follow-up to this matter, so the story was far from over. Luo Wencheng didn’t know if the people of the Du family and the Zheng family found out about it.

It was this follow-up that was enough to crush Luo Wenhao and the Luo family.

“Want to eat it?” A piece of apple on a toothpick was delivered to him. Luo Wencheng was startled, and his face couldn’t help but get a little hot, “Thank you, sir.”

He looked at the precise and sharp way Lu Chong cut the apple and thought to himself: what is there to worry about with this big man around? If those people can’t find out, can it be possible for Lu Chong’s people not to find out?

“Then Luo Wenhao was arrested?” He asked, taking a bite of the apple.

All the while, he couldn’t help but look at Lu Chong’s hands holding the fruit knife. His hands were slender, beautiful and very strong at first glance.

Yesterday, these hands carried him out of the surgery room…

“He, ah. He broke his legs while walking at night and is lying at the hospital,” Lu Chong said lightly.

“Ahem ahem ahem…” Luo Wencheng almost choked to death on the apple.

Broke his legs?

Looking at Lu Chong’s attitude, why did he feel those legs were broken by someone?

“Eat slowly.” Lu Chong patted him gently on the back, “Be careful of your injury. What, do you care about him so much?”

“How could I? He did this to me, the more unlucky he is, the happier I am.” Luo Wencheng said hurriedly. He didn’t know why but he felt that if he said he cared about Luo Wenhao, someone might go greet him with a knife in his hand.

He always felt that Lu Chong was a bit scary at this moment, making him panic.

Obviously, Lu Chong’s expression and demeanour were no different from usual.

“That’s good.” Lu Chong threw away the apple core, pushed the fruit plate in front of Luo Wencheng, took a paper towel and wiped his hands, “So now, it’s time for us to talk about you.”

“About what?”

“About your illness.”

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